[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.

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[robintohood]

There’s not much use dancing around the subject for too long. Once the staff are done and orders Donnie to rest for a bit so they can monitor his vitals, Jason launches into what they’ve both been dreading.

“What were you trying to do tonight?” Jason’s voice is calm and he leaves his hands to the side. His body language is trying to not come off as too tense like he’s being an interrogator.

[purplexing]

It's hard to really rest and the only reason he even manages to slump back against the seat is because the adrenaline's long worn off, leaving him exhausted and empty.

"...I don't have a good answer for that." Donnie says this after some thought, the question not quite phrased as he was expecting but maybe it's better that way. But he still feels like he has no adequate response. He draws in a slow breath.

"I...a lot has happened and...I just needed to be out. To try and just... I don't know. I-I wasn't thinking," he admits, reluctant because thinking is all he ever does, but for once it had been good to not think, to find something that actively got his thoughts off things back at the apartment, about what was going on with his brother. "...I didn't want to think," he says more quietly.

[robintohood]

That was not the kind of response Jason was expecting nor did he expect to understand all too well the feelings Donnie’s trying to explain. Feeling overwhelmed and suffocating in a situation and needing to do something physical to break out of that miasma is a mental state Jason’s been in more times than he cares to count.

His short temper certainly makes launching into something dangerous easy. Or maybe his short temper is a result of how many times Jason felt like he needed something to pull him away from the much uglier and darker feelings he was facing.

With the new context given, Jason can see easily how Donnie’s actions are all things he probably would’ve done too. It’s… an uncomfortable recognition.

“I get it,” Jason says quietly, after an uncomfortably long silent moment. “Whatever shitty thing you’ve gone through, you got sick and tired of that and needed something else.”

[purplexing]

The silence that follows only makes Donnie tense again, waiting for a scolding, anything really, than what actually does come. He lifts his head, blinking at Red Hood, not that either can see the expressions behind the other's mask.

'Sick and tired' sounds a little harsh to him, but that's...basically what it boils down to. It's not his brother that Donnie's mad at, but the lack of knowing where exactly his frustration should be directed, where it's even sourced, that's been eating at him, and Leo just served as a constant reminder for what had happened, what could have happened.

"...yeah," he says with a heavy sigh. "I still should have said something. I...I used you as an excuse." An escape.

[robintohood]

Jason shrugs. His body language is still one of someone not offended. He’s still much more upset at himself, feeling like he should’ve had a better handle on the situation. He’s the one who was supposed to have been trained by the world’s greatest detective.

“I’ve been a lot worse. That wasn’t even my first rooftop race,” He says.

[purplexing]

"Not surprised there," Donnie says, with maybe just the tiniest snort. "...it was kind of fun though. Which...I know is kind of reckless to say, looking at things in hindsight." He could have gotten a lot more injured, especially given that Red Hood hadn't recognized who he was. From Donnie's standpoint, he knew who he was fighting and conveniently forgotten that it possibly wasn't vice-versa until that shot rang out.

"...I meant it about not telling Huvrye or Leo," he says. "Especially since..." How many people actually know what happened to Leo? Donnie decides it's not something he needs to throw around, so he shakes his head, tucking it all away again. "A-anyway, Leo was just kind of starting to change his mind about you so I don't want that to get messed up because of me."

[robintohood]

Clearly more had happened before their encounter tonight but Jason has to let it go for now. Donnie’s got a lot on his mind.

“Not like we’re drinking buddies anyway. They won’t know,” Jason says. “Should I be flattered about your brother then?”

[purplexing]

"Well. No, probably not. I mean, he already had some kind of idea about you after something about Huvrye getting shot, and it sounded like he was making it all a you-thing, which was why I said I'd talk to you instead, that other time." Donnie waves it off; not important, but it's some context to why Leo had been sneaking around that time Donnie had been asking about the D'Amicos.

"Enough's happened with him already. I don't want to add this on top of it." Knowing Leo, he'd probably find a way to blame himself. Maybe he was already blaming himself for things, and Donnie needs him to not bury himself deeper. It'd help if he could get himself out of a similar hole.

[robintohood]

“Fine. Bad things sometimes happen when you’re around me,” Jason says, trying to keep his tone matter-of-fact. “It’s a hazard when you do the kind of work I do.”

Not that Jason necessarily relishes in it. Sometimes, he accepts it as the nature of being a violent vigilante and a crime lord. Other times though, it makes him think that maybe Bruce was right that he’s a danger to himself and others. Tonight feels like the latter.

[purplexing]

"Not all the time," Donnie says, shrugging a little and glad that the helmet hides his wince from the movement. "...but I get it. You don't gain a rep like that otherwise."

He fingers the cuff of a sleeve, anxious as the quiet comes tumbling back all too eagerly between their words.

"...you mad at me?" He has to ask. He'd be mad at him- he is mad at himself.

[robintohood]

Jason feels another pang of guilt at the question and is again grateful for his helmet hiding his face.

“I’m not,” he replies. “Just was confused to what you were doing.”

[purplexing]

It's a small reassurance, but the admission still makes Donnie hunch up his shoulders again. He isn't proud of being a source of confusion, especially when things had gotten so dangerous. But he'd already tried to explain away his reasons as best he could figure, yet it hadn't felt like a good excuse at all.

What is wrong with him! How would this make Leo feel any better? What would've happened if Red Hood hadn't just decided to go for a shot in the arm? Donnie's expression is hidden but his posture is telling, body language giving him away as he wraps his arms gingerly around himself, hoping that sniffle hadn't been too loud. He's so tired of the tears and the last thing he wants to do is go back to the apartment and cry on his brother again. It's hard when there's no one else to go to, and after losing Leo, Donnie's felt that loneliness so much more acutely.

"...can we go yet?" he asks quietly.

[robintohood]

Jason’s own guilt grows as he watches Donnie become more visibly upset. Whatever else had happened to him, it was clear it was taking a toll on him. Jason feels like he made it worse. He wouldn’t exact label Donnie as a traditional friend but he does consider him someone he wouldn’t have shot at with so little thought. The kid doesn’t deserve that.

“Not yet,” He murmurs. He doesn’t want Donnie to unnecessarily move and aggravate his newly patched-up gunshot wound. Then, after taking a moment on what to do next, Jason continues to talk. “I promise you I’m not mad. You’re doing more than enough kicking on yourself that you don’t need that.”

[purplexing]

His disappointment at that shows as he shifts his position, slumping a little as he keeps favoring his left. He sighs.

"Okay..." It's not that he didn't believe Red Hood the first time, but that acknowledgment seems an odd bit of needed confirmation. Who was he to measure things in levels of being miserable? It seems Donnie keeps finding new highs...or maybe lows is more appropriate.

He falls silent again, mostly because he's not sure what else to say. The least he can do is focus on breathing so he won't start to break down again.

[robintohood]

"It's okay to let it out," Jason says softly. The harsh growl Jason uses as the Red Hood lessens this time as he continues to be sympathetic to Donnie. It hurts to watch someone like this.

[purplexing]

That's an invitation Donnie wasn't expecting, more so the surprisingly almost gentle tone. He hadn't wanted to cry in front of someone who's virtually a stranger, but then maybe that's better than crying in front of someone he knows. It's a toss-up, really. Not that his opinion seems to matter when the tears readily fall.

He'll probably absolutely deny that this happened, later, but right now there's no escaping the sobs after one manages to slip.

[robintohood]

Jason politely looks away as Donnie cries. The kid needs it and it doesn’t need to be made anymore awkward.

It’s a strange scene, and even more than Donnie knows. As far as Donnie knows, Jason Todd is a friend and the Red Hood is almost a stranger, a known criminal, and someone the turtle was able to fight with. More often than not, Jason’s content with keeping his identities separate. It’s the nature of the work he does. But this time, it feels more like an obstacle.

So he continues to be silent and waits for Donnie to finish letting it all out.

[purplexing]

It's weird, and not all that much better than crying alone. It's that loneliness that weighs on him, the sudden absence of people affecting him more than Donnie would have ever anticipated. He thought the problem would have been fixed with Leo back, but he's learning the hard way that some things just don't magically mend themselves and that he can't figure out the why's is driving him crazy.

He's never been comfortable with emotions but these days it feels that that's all his head's filled with and he hates it.

While he doesn't remove his helmet, Donnie does slip the faceplate up to rub at his eyes once his sobs have quieted to sniffles. There's been plenty of times here in this world where he wanted was to just be home with his family, but never as much as right now.

[robintohood]

It’s only until after Donnie seems calmer that Jason speaks again.

“Does Leo or anyone know you’re out here tonight?”

Given previous experiences, one of Jason’s concerns now is if he winds up running into Leo or Huvrye again in the near future.

[purplexing]

Donnie shakes his head. "...no," he says, pausing to clear his throat. He sniffs, looking briefly to make sure the clinic staff's not coming so he can pull his helmet off for a moment, wiping at the inside with a sleeve.

"Leo's been...preoccupied with things lately." And Huvrye's probably keeping an eye on Leo whenever he's not doing...whatever it is he does. Donnie hasn't kept much track of anything for the past few weeks and been out and about even less until tonight. He's starting to think maybe he should have stayed in.

[robintohood]

“He might notice you being gone soon,” Jason says, thinking back on his first encounter with Leo. “He seems like the type to stumble onto something, even by accident.”

[purplexing]

"He probably won't," Donnie murmurs. His brother's focus has been worse than his own lately, not that Donnie blames him. He has absolutely no idea how Leo's mind is working but he knows that even though things have seemed normal, they were in reality far from.

One more swipe across his eyes and Donnie pulls his helmet back on where he can hide at least to some degree from the rest of the world.

[robintohood]

“How close are you two?” Jason asks, thinking on about his relationship with Dick. To Jason, the risk to having a close bond with anyone is one could learn more easily what happened with the other, on purpose or not.

[purplexing]

The question makes the turtle visibly stiffen. To him, it sounds like a challenge of that relationship, even if it isn't meant to be. Maybe his answer made it sound like a dismissive thing, and even with no real intent in the question, it still feels like a knife driven into his gut. It severs whatever fragile threads had been holding him together.

Maybe he shouldn't be moving so sharply after just being treated for an injury, but it doesn't keep Donnie from twisting around towards Jason, glare unseen through that visor but implied with the ragged, bordering unhinged edge of his tone.

"My brother died in that stupid battle. I literally went through Hell to get him back," he almost hisses. He ignores the ache in his arm, swallowing down the threat of another sob as his voice drops to almost a whisper as he sags against the chair again. "That's how close we are."

[robintohood]

That… was not a reaction Jason expected and once again he finds himself relieved that his helmet hides his expressions and makes it easy to hide his emotions.

The mention of death and coming back from there also has Jason comparing his relationship with Dick to the turtles. Donnie and Leo’s relationship seems uncomplicated and undoubtedly one of love and care.

Meanwhile, Jason could almost imagine Dick rescuing him from the afterlife if he had been given the chance before the League of Assassins got their hands on his corpse. Dick is the Golden Boy of the family. He tries to see the good in most people and doesn’t have the same sort of cynicism Jason developed. Their relationship wasn’t the closest at first but Jason doesn’t doubt his older brother’s love for him the same way he doubts their adoptive father’s love. Still, it was complicated. Jason was the black sheep of the family after all.

After a long and not comfortable moment of silence, Jason speaks again.

“Then he’s going to notice,” He says in an even tone. “Close enough siblings have a way of getting up in your business weather you like it or not, especially older ones.”