KNIGHT OUT.

This is an independent, low activity, selective blog for Arkham Knight based Jason Todd. It’s also his main verse, what means that he did not die ( I’ve got separate verses that are more faithful to A Death in the Family story arc and with that being said, feel free to request a desired verse when we’re interacting ).

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Sky blue eyes roll at his response. She didn’t expect this to be easy, but she was hoping for a little less resistance. It’s not like she’s planning to screw him over or cut him out of the deal. She wouldn’t know what to do with that amount of wealth anyways. So she figured she’d be generous, a GOOD SAMARITAN, but he’s really standing in the way of her attempt at that. A thin hand lands on his shoulder, a show of GOOD FAITH ( friendship ?? ) between them as she continues her attempt to persuade him to act as her collaborator.

❝   RELAX, JASON. It’s not like they’re gonna miss any of it. And its a treat for ruining a day for some of GOTHAM’S fat cats.   ❞

Suddenly MORAL DILEMMAS start swirling around in his head. Not knowing why. He could riddle a group of thugs with bullets and make them look like SWISS CHEESE, but harmless robbery is an issue? Years ago Jason shared the very same mindset as Harley when he was caught stealing the wheel of the BATMOBILE. And now? His attitude hasn’t shifted much, in truth. Stance unwillingly relaxes once he feels the seemingly reassuring touch on his shoulder. A resigned sigh is followed by a snort.

John could not care any less for how Jason took care of the crime problem here. It was already getting out of control. Maybe this worked a lot better than locking them into their revolving door. Seeing him put the guns up, maybe he wasn’t too fond of being found after a job. He didn’t look too bad all things considered. Jason’s mask on the other hand wasn’t so lucky. Taking a drag off the cigarette he was working on when he held the mask out in front of him. 

Blinking down at it for a second before shifting his eyes back up to him. Latin gibberish. Rolling his eyes after a second John put a hand over the mask. “Bippity boppity bo.” He was being a bit of an asshole with this but really what did people expect with him? “Oh well shite. Would you look at tha’. Doesn’t look like th’ magic is workin like it should tonight.”

He wasn’t so sure what he was even expecting. Did he think the magician’s skills would be suitable for fixing a material object bound to break? Well, in a way yes. After all, sometimes John’s speciality was something he could hardly wrap his head around. He, on the contrary, was relying solely on technology, gunpowder and physical strength. No spells involved.

✗ ANGSTY STARTERS.

@littlevictorys​ said:  shh, everything’s okay. you’re safe.’ -- bruce !!! SOFT.

Light in the tunnel. He never liked that saying because in his most hopeless moments he couldn't see even the faintest spark.

   GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. 

For how long has he been here? A few days, weeks? Even worse… MONTHS? In the murky basement with no windows, he soon has lost the track of time. 

   IT'S MY FAULT. 

Curled up on the floor, he's covered with his torn-up cape. It's not enough to keep him warm, but it's always something. Some sense of familiarity. ROBIN. He's Robin. Beaten up, too pained to even shed a tear. His bruised hand goes to the R symbol on his suit, tracing its edges. 

   I'M ROBIN. I'M STILL ROBIN. 

Then his aching fingers wander up to his face, the fresh wound. A burning J etched onto his cheek. He wants to cry. But most of all, he wants to go home. 

   BUT HE TOLD ME BATMAN'S NOT COMING. 

An explosion goes off somewhere in the building, near enough to send vibrations across the concrete. With the corner of his eye, he catches the door cracking open and he's filled with dread. This door opening never means anything good. He readies himself to see the white spats and the purple suit, but he sees much more familiar boots. Jason lifts his head and lets out a pained groan. 

   BRUCE. THE LIGHT IN THE TUNNEL.

“You came,” he mouths weakly, trying to bring himself to his feet. He stumbles towards Bruce, soon falling into his arms. And he feels at home. And he starts to sob. 

✗ WHAT TRAGIC CHARACTER FROM ANCIENT GREEK LITERATURE ARE YOU?

PENTHEUS

you are pentheus from the bacchae by euripides, and you hold yourself so tightly wound together and so perfectly in place that even the slightest push will make you shatter. you are determined, you are headstrong, and you are addicted to pushing yourself to your farthest limits just to see when you'll snap. you find comfort in tradition, order, and authority, because that's where you are allowed to be blind to the darkness inside you. once in a while, give into the temptation and the chaos you keep denying yourself. it's the only way to not be afraid anymore.

✗ WHAT HORROR CHARACTER TROPE ARE YOU?

THE SILENT KILLER

u hide in the trees, stalking and killing innocent people... or are they innocent? what's driving you to kill? literally no one will ever truly know because you are so shy and dont say shit the entire movie. jesus christ dude, open up a little.

I’ve got a small PSA to make: I’ll be defending my thesis soon, so right now I’m dealing with quite a good chunk of stress and paperwork (and honestly, the latter’s much less bearable), so I doubt I’ll have much energy to do anything over here in the next days, but I’ll be back with a better pace sometime in the first or second week of September.

melodramatic  shit  i’ve  said  in  arguments (  primarily  over  the  tv  remote .  ) | @knightxout​ said: ❛ [ laughing ] YOU’RE NOT EVEN FUNNY … ❜

❝   THAT’S A LIE, TODD, AND YOU KNOW IT !!   ❞

A handful of popcorn flies towards her COHORT, kernels popped and un-popped alike landing everywhere. She doesn’t care about the mess, nor about the fact that she’ll be the one to have to clean it later. No, what she cares about now is the fact that her sense of HUMOUR is being denied. Features are screwed up into a pout as she provides the evidence to her attack.

❝   My GOSSIP GIRL commentary is hilarious !!   ❞

“SHEEZ, CHILL OUT!”

His stomach hurts and tears collect in the corners of his eyes, and it surely doesn’t help HIS CASE. On top of that, he’s just OUT OF BREATH. However, offended Harley may be an even more COMICAL view. Bombarded with popcorn, Jason finally takes a moment to inhale and exhale. Suddenly a gleam of friendly derision sparks up his pupils as he sends the other a patronizing gaze. This should ruffle her feathers even more, HOPEFULLY.

** PLATONIC / FAMILIAL ACTIONS. | @knightxout​ said: [ fort ] - your muse surprises my muse with a pillow fort.

She practically STOMPS across the floor of her apartment, annoyance evident in every step. She isn’t often like this, bubbly sweetness dissolved into a sour mood, but enough sleepless nights will turn her into one hell of a MONSTER. And instead of letting her wallow in her discomfort, her cohort insists on her getting up and…hanging out with him ?? She doesn’t remember exactly what his excuse for getting her out of bed was, but it doesn’t matter. Her grumpy demeanour slides away from her features as she stumbles upon his newest creation in the living room, replaced by pleasant surprise as the mountain of pillows and linens comes into view. She blinks, taking in the sight before responding, corners of her lips coaxed up into a tiny smile.

❝    Is that…did you build a PILLOW FORT ??    ❞

Jason isn’t the master of cheering people up or doing nice things out of SELFLESS KINDNESS for others. He’s hardly successful at caring for his own self. But a moment of self-reflection knocked some ( possibly short-lived ) common sense into him — he should be CONCERNED for his FRIENDS more often. And, all in all, Harley is a friend. Not much of the type to over-interpret the shifts in the tone of voice or the punctuation use in messages, he still could sense that she might've needed a breather. Even if it was to come in the shape of a pillow fort. Peeking his head out, in an instant the corners of his lips shifted upwards in almost CHILD-LIKE glee; a cup of a sickeningly sweet frozen drink in each hand.