[Open] Marching to the beat of his drum

[robintohood]

Who: Jason Todd robintohood and you
What: Various antics as a civilian and as Red Hood
When: Throughout March
Where: Central City
Content Warnings: PG-13 level violence

Jason:

[The weather is gradually warming up and moods are lifting up for people! Well, lifting up for most people. For the owner of the Descendant Karaoke Bar and Lounge, he’s just briskly working as usual. Maybe he’s being less talkative and more introverted than usual but sometimes that’s what happens when one is busy. He even sometimes still puts on a smile to make customers feel more welcomed.

But that’s assuming people are following his rules. If otherwise, then his vocabulary gets colorful as he snarls out statements like…]

Pull that shit again and your brains get splattered across the floor.

[Okay, maybe how much rougher he’s gotten this month when he’s literally throwing and kicking out belligerent patrons might indicate he’s in a certain other kind of Mood. Don’t worry. He doesn’t usually bite.

On a note that can’t possibly be related, the 4-eyed black and yellow talking cat that used to hang out at the Descendant hasn’t been seen in a while]

Red Hood:

[The Backbreakers are as active as ever in Central City. They had a few setbacks over the last few months but that hasn’t kept them down. They’re maintaining their territory. Illicit goods are still being handled. The racketeering business is sturdy. The chop shops are always having a good time. If you ask a local in their territory, they might say the gang members are also friendly neighborhood vigilantes.
The Backbreakers are Society members after all. Overall, the gang’s recovery has been okay.

So in their territory during an evening, it’s possible you might see the Backbreakers’ leader with a couple of his people outside of a dive bar.

Though the Red Hood’s helmet hides his facial expressions, the way he’s whaling at a rule breaker might indicate he’s not in the best of moods at the moment. Blood splatters on his helmet also indicate how brutal he’s being tonight. He then drags his screaming victim by the hair across the sidewalk]

It’s time to get back to basics.

Wildcard:

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in the apt at some point

[codicies]

Dylan's sitting at the kitchen table, leaning forward and looking forlornly at a bowl of Mac and Cheese. His stomach is hungry, but the idea of eating feels repulsive right now.

He doesn't look up when Jason walks in.

"Sleeper's gone."

[robintohood]

Part of Jason wanted to jump out of his skin when he felt the absence. But another part of him is holding himself back because he knows there’s not much he can do at the moment. His partner is gone and it hurts.

He sits next to Dylan after coming into the kitchen.

“I know,” he says grimly. “I… I felt it.”

[codicies]

"Me too."

He hates how empty his own thoughts feel now. Sleeper was never intrusive, but Dylan could always sense that they were there.

No sibling, no symbiote, just... Dylan.

"I'm sorry. I know you two were close."

[robintohood]

“I’ll be okay,” Jason says. As upset as he is about his partner’s leaving, he knows he still has people to take care of. He can’t be selfish. His feelings don’t matter as much as Dylan’s. He was only Sleeper’s partner for nearly a year. Dylan is Sleeper’s brother. That’s a much more significant relationship.

“I know how much you two love each other too.”

Jason

[welcome_summer]

[Mayuko thought it would be a good night to visit the Descendant-- what better way to celebrate being cleared by the local doc for teleporter travel than going to see her friend in Central?

Never mind that she was still a cat. Not even bribing the Sunset Falls feline population with nightly saucers of milk had worked. No worries. She was at least small enough to fit inside the bar!

But as she trotted up to the entrance, the door swung open and a large shape was launched through. A person, was all Mayuko processed as she bounded to the side with a hsssss! to keep from getting flattened.]

[robintohood]

[The thud the man makes would scare most people but for Jason, he finds it satisfying. It’s a sign of his handiwork being effective. He stands at the doorway as he glares at man and ignores the seemingly random cat nearby]

You’re lucky you still got most of your teeth.

[The man coughs out a loose tooth from his bloody mouth and whimpers an apology before fleeing. Satisfied that his victim isn’t going to return, Jason then starts to turn back inside. The door is going to close so best to catch it soon if you’re lacking opposable thumbs]

[welcome_summer]

[It's one thing to know about Jason's...management style second-hand. Another to encounter it head on. The offending former patron makes his escape, and Mayuko sets aside her plans for a charm offensive in favor of skittering into the foyer, low to the ground.

The security person running the weapon coat check might feel something brush against their leg. Maybe Jason does, too. But whatever it was has ducked out of sight for the moment.]

[robintohood]

[His Bat-sharpened senses are always on, regardless if he’s on duty or not. He feels the brush against his leg and immediately looks down and around to check what it was]

Jason/wildcard

[overlyprecocious]

Tim mostly avoids being in the bar area itself outside of when it's closed down for an event or just closed for business, but he does use his powers on occasion to slip through the place without being noticed. And, in this case, place a Gritty with a pin that says "UNION REP" attached to its chest just behind the bar while Jason is busy elsewhere, so that the Grittys know that they have someone to talk to.

The culprit can be located innocently reading in the attic.

[robintohood]

Though Jason has been in a foul mood this month, there are still some things that manage to amuse him. After tossing out another offender out of the building, Jason was going to go back to bartending. He then found the unionized Gritty. Cute, he thinks.

Taking a guess at how this great offense could’ve happened, he slips away and heads up to the attic to find the real criminal. He then knocks on the door.

“Open up or I’ll bust this door like it’s a union,” he jokes.

[overlyprecocious]

"No one's here!" Tim calls out while carefully placing a Gritty like it's trying to climb out the window. "And even if there was, they have a right to unionize that you can't take away from them!"

[robintohood]

Jason grins as he unlocks the door with his key.

“The hell I won’t!” he laughs before swinging the door open.

Red Hood

[levelshift]

[Accelerator is on a break from committing some minor felonies when he hears the screaming. He's perched on some rooftop, drinking from a red and white can of coffee (illy cold brew), and after a moment of thought he decides to go check it out.

He hops across a couple of rooftops, coming to the edge of one, and when he spots Jason's very familiar red helmet, doesn't hesitate to jump down. His free hand jammed into his jeans pocket, he sips his coffee and slows his fall by manipulating some gravitational vectors, landing on the sidewalk about ten feet away. Far enough back to give Jason some space because while he isn't reacting to any of the violence, he isn't going to completely ignore it.]

Yo.

[robintohood]

[By the time Accelerator is near him, he’s pistol whipping the goon. He pauses when he notices the teenager though]

Yo.

[Jason then pistol whips the goon one more time]

[levelshift]

[Accelerator doesn't flinch as he watches, and he definitely doesn't try and intervene.]

Someone's having a bad night.

[Does he mean Jason or the goon getting pistol whipped...........]

[robintohood]

Oh I don’t know. It’s been productive and educational. Isn’t that right, Bob?

[Bob the goon frantically nods, hoping the beating will finally stop]

Hoody

[purplexing]

Red Hood's not the only one that's been in a mood of late. All things considered, perhaps he has a better handle on it than others, which is probably saying something. Some are still trying to figure out where they're at, and for one particular adolescent terrapin, it's been a lot to process, both emotionally and mentally.

Some things are simple to work out, like mathematical equations and formulas, numbers all neat and everything aligned. Things just make sense. And while subtraction in itself is a simple concept, death is another thing altogether. He'd almost lost his brother. Technically he did lose him, and while he's managed to get him back, the damage from the experience hasn't just disappeared.

Instead of retreating into his tech and burying himself in projects, he's been skulking around these late nights. Rather than his usual ninja trappings, he's taken to just wearing what he's designated as his Society-persona's gear, all blacks and dark grays, with the sharp contrast of neon purple in lines and color blocks, and he isn't obviously armed. The helmet's a new addition, featureless and dark. It's easier to hide behind, a physical wall that won't give away those tricky things called emotions that you can't seem to get a handle on.

It's this figure that's about the rooftops, and though he generally hasn't made any trouble, he hasn't seemed to care much for whomever's territory he toes or passes through.

[robintohood]

Though he’s mostly focused on “disciplining” an out-of-line goon, Jason’s trained to always be aware of his surroundings. So he manages to just barely catch in the corner of his eye, a dark figure landing on a nearby rooftop.

He can’t tell yet who the newcomer is so he continues to bludgeon his victim with a tire iron. In Jason’s experience, how an observer reacts to him at work will tell him plenty enough.

[purplexing]

Ah. Hood territory- or rather the Backbreakers. Donnie should have figured. They're practically everywhere, but he hasn't been paying close attention to territory lines until more recently. Even then, he figures it's not a big problem if you're not caught.

He's about to move on, but morbid curiosity gets the better of him, if just for a moment. Red Hood's...beating up on his own members? The reason could be anything, the business ultimately not his. Sucks to be that guy though.

It's not an immediate withdrawal. Not an abrupt one either, almost casual as he tugs his hood forward and turns to step away from the edge of the roof.

[ Descendant ]

[avatarfortruth]

She'd been about to enter Descendant when the door slammed open and a series of grumbling patrons had exited. Their complaints hadn't been eloquent, but she'd heard enough to know that the proprietor doesn't seem to be in a particularly good mood this evening.

Diana enters, nevertheless, wearing jeans and a tee-shirt, the lasso glowing at her hip and her hair spilling over her shoulders, and comes to take a seat at the bar, smiling at Jason as she does.

He may be in a sour mood, but she's always happy to see him. "Hello, Jason."

[robintohood]

Though Jason has been in a foul mood for most of this month, seeing Diana is still something that usually makes him smile. Her appearance at the bar is a welcomed sight tonight.

“Hey, Diana,” he says warmly. “Just got a new shipment of Greek wine today.”

[avatarfortruth]

That is delightful news, and her eyes crease at the corners with the warmth of her smile. "I hope you didn't make that order just for me."

Of course not, but she strongly suspects it was a motivating factor. For all his rough edges, Jason is far more thoughtful that he gives himself credit for. Not unlike another Bat she knows. "But of course I would love a glass."

Jason

[atypical_echo]

[Of course Mark's in, just trying to have a calm night. And of course he sees the way that Jason bites at someone who wasn't really being all that bad. And... Well, he looks concerned.

That's what friends are in this sort of situation.]

Jason, maybe you should consider taking some time off.

[robintohood]

[Shortly]

It’s fine. Still got plenty to do.

[Like wiping his knuckles after booting out a couple of first time offenders earlier in the day]

[atypical_echo]

[No, it doesn't look fine. He looks bad.]

You look like you'd start a bar fight if it wasn't your bar.