Who: jason todd
reneger & open
What: a catch all
When: september-october
Where: central city, excelsior, nyc, etcetc
Content Warnings: unnecessarily violent and gorey fights
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Floor's nice. Flat and it doesn't sink in any, which's doing wonders for my ribs.
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[ Jason's a lot of things, but he's still here. Still surviving. Still doing, and usually that involves working towards a goal or what he believes in. That, in Tim's mind, isn't ruining himself, even if they don't see eye-to-eye on methodology.
(Like kidnapping someone to prevent them from doing the same damn thing.) ]
I can fix your ribs whenever you're ready.
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( without even moving an inch; he's comfortable here, as long as tim doesn't lurch for him he's staying put. )
I hate it when you use that shit. 'm fine.
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I didn’t ask to be a metahuman. What am I supposed to do - not help people? So I try to practice without alerting people. I don’t want to end up in a government lab.
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( he doesn't believe that. not for one minute. jason hates seeing others get hurt when they don't deserve it--which, more often than not, they don't. but he's not saying that here. )
And you shouldn't be practicing it like that.
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[ Tim has a brief fantasy of dumping the coffee on him, but Jason would refuse to let heal that, too, and tell everyone it was Tim who made him him into the Phantom of the Opera of burn scars. ]
It’s not even a good lie. It’s insulting.
How else am I supposed to practice? I can’t ask people. I certainly can’t hurt people for the express purpose of healing them, and as much as I’d love to slowly clear out an entire children’s hospital, I’d get caught.
[ He’s thought about it. He’s even more than thought about it, one or twice. It’s why he wants to improve. ]
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he's quiet for a few moments. running through a few lines and all the ways tim's going to rebuff him. because tim's a smartass, accentuating the smart bit, and while jason's usually good for a pointless argument, he can save them both some time and effort of just--not doing it. )
Fine. Do what you want. Don't come crying to me when it fucks you over.
( he'd argue for not using it, but they both know damn well what jason would do if he'd gotten a similar ability: tell everyone to fuck off, he'll do what he wants, and use it whenever someone was stupid enough to get themselves hurt. they all know he's a hypocrite. he doesn't need tim bitching at him over it right now. )
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But that doesn’t go as well as he’d like either, and Tim doesn’t like to deal with the future-guilt and alt-guilt over what he could someday do, and Tim can’t help but match Jason’s annoyance. ]
I was trying to do what I want, but you took it on yourself to stop me! I don’t need a babysitter -
[ Bang! Tim registers the sound and stops right before a body drops from the roof in between the balconies.
And whatever else there was to say is gone. Tim’s already rushing back in. ]
I’ve got down!
[ Meaning Jay goes up. Meaning Tim, with healing on the brain, goes to the victim. ]
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- a body drops. the reaction is immediate: jason's pushing bear off of him and pulling himself up to his feet. he's already got boots on, because who relaxes while not ready for a fight? weirdos.
tim rushing for the what's likely a corpse is bad news, but he's already off into his hotel room, so jason doesn't say anything yet. just runs his way through his own room and out the other side, fast enough to catch tim in the hallway before he gets far. not to grab him, but to call out a, )
Don't hurt yourself, idiot. ( he's trusting tim not to be too reckless. even if jason knows better, because they're all reckless. there's no more words, because he's busy making his way through the emergency exit and up the staircase, taking them three at a time in a rush to catch whoever the hell threw someone off the hotel. )