send me a ❀ for a fact about the muse / accepting.

dangerous prompts / accepting !

“wha'sit  look  like?”  eyebrows  raise  –  though  unable  to  see  through  the  mask,  jason  shakes  his  head  at  the  question.

soft sentence starters / accepting.

yeah, right.

if he did --- then why didn't he get what he deserved? jason knows people give what they get ; it's common knowledge, the way of the world. the world is cruel and he never knows how to react other than with snark and a fist.

it hurts, still. thinking about his past hurts. his mom, his dad. crime alley. it all seems more like a memory than something that's actually happened.

he deserves what he got and nothing more ; he's a crime alley kid, a kid who ---- like his father said, was best at fucking things up with every step her made. he couldn't even be in juvie without fucking it up ; four people died, and it's all on his conscious. all because of him. his mother is not longer with them because he fed into her addiction rather than saved her. he did what he had to do and he still did it wrong.

@obslete 💛d this

she tries to say something helpful to jason, she can see the fear he strongly tries to hide under that stubborn attitude. being in san francisco has been very different from being in gothsm for sure. and also rachel told her about the confrontation between jason and dick when rose arrived. clearly they need to talk.— scars remind us where we’ve been. they don’t have to dictate where we’re going. - she just sits next to him, looking at the nowhere. — you don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want to, jason. but i want you to know you’re not alone, no matter how much you feel you are. you are not.

he  doesn't  know  kori.  she's  nice  enough,  but  so  is  everyone  else  before  they  stab  you  in  the  back.  and  jason's  been  struck  too  many  times  to  spill  his  guts  to  the  girl  dick's  been  makin'  puppy  eyes  at.  "what  dr.  phil  episode  did  you  get  them  from?"  eyebrows  raise  but  he  doesn't  look  at  her,  eyes  cast  down  at  the  floor.  his  shoes  are  dirty  and  worn.  nothing  new.  "seriously  --  if  dick  sent  you  t'talk  to  me,  you  don't  have  to  listen  to  the  dickhead.  he  likes  to  meddle."  not  really,  but.

「 ✦ 」 ── ჻  ❝ KEEP IT. jericho would want you to.❞ there’s a flicker of something that suspiciously looks like tears as rose smiles. rose has this terrible habit of holding imaginary conversations with her dead brother. ever since meeting jason, rose has been talking about him endlessly in those imaginary chats. jericho would’ve liked jason. sometimes, rose thinks of what it might’ve been like for all of them to hang out. the wilson siblings would’ve been protective as hell over jason. they wouldn’t patronize him, accuse him, or generally treat him like shit as the titans have.

           but she can’t let herself get attached. no matter what jason && rose might have going on— rose knows that inevitably jason is going to leave. the second batman calls for robin, jason out of here. rose can’t hold it against him. it must feel … nice to be needed. wanted. loved. at the end of the day, all rose wants is for jason to be happy. clearly, his sense of joy, contentment && worth is tied to whoever is behind batman’s mask. as sharp-tongued && callous rose may be, she’s not selfish enough to keep jason from his happiness. rose doesn’t know how to feel when jason accepts her apology. he shouldn’t. kindness is foreign to her. it makes her want to run. but at the same time, something about this boy makes her want to stay.

          rose has lived with a strict set of rules, since her brother’s death. jason todd is fucking that all up. forcing her to learn how to be human again. 

          goddamnit.

           ❝ you’re right. to hell with that ‘it gets better’ bullshit. life just gets harder. but– ❞ she feels herself smiling. it’s sincere. not her usual brand of sardonic humor. ❝ –we’re gonna survive. i know it. ❞ rose drags jason along by the sleeve until she gets him to sit down. she pops open the medkit && works on redressing his injuries. as she tends to the wounds inflicted upon jason by deathstroke, rose silently vows to stab her dad the next time they meet. ❝ you feeling up for kicking ass tonight ?? ❞ there’s a wicked flare of excitement in her eye. combat && violence exhilarate her more than they probably should. ❝ kinda in the mood for mobsters. y’know— those john wick wannabes trying to start shit near the docks. they’re dealing drugs, weapons, probably organs too. ❞

“y'sure?”  he  asks,  bringing  his  eyes  to  hers  for  the  first  time  in  what  feels  like  forever  ;  he  didn’t  like  being  intimate,  making  eye  contact  —  doing  things  like  that  meant  he  was  getting  close  to  people  and  people  always  leave  in  one  way  or  another.  his  dad,  gone.  his  mom,  gone.  bruce,  gone  —  but  not  in  the  same  way.  bruce  was  away  because  he  wanted  jason  gone  under  the  guise  of  dick’s  leadership.  the  new  robin’s  never  fell  for  that.  he  knows  where  he’s  not  wanted,  and  bruce  gave  more  than  a  hint  (  still  it  stings  –  like  his  heart’s  been  burned  ).

parts  of  him  wonder  about  what  it  was  like  for  the  titans  before.  it  must’ve  been  good,  because  they  were  all  seemingly  happier  then  than  now.  it  hurts,  a  bit,  knowing  he’ll  never  be  able  to  live  up  to  that  expectation  —  him,  gar,  rachel,  conner  —-  maybe  even  rose  if  she  stuck  around  long  enough  —  they’re  the  new  titans,  but  you  know  what  they  say  …  the  sequels  are  always  worse  than  the  originals.  and  so  far,  they’re  getting  a  bad  review.

「 ✦ 」 ── ჻  ❝ YOUR ‘GOOD SIDE’ IS OF NO INTEREST TO ME. BUT AS FOR YOUR DARKNESS … ❞ his voice trails off. silence speaks louder in this case. slade has seen a similar brand of darkness in the first robin. more than once, slade has mused upon making grayson his apprentice. combat skills && the such can always be taught to even the worst students. but that raw fury, hunger for violence, all the feral aspects of a hunting dog—- those things cannot be taught. they must be forged naturally. from pain. from loss. from trauma.

          but grayson will always have a bleeding achilles heel. he’s cursed to spend the rest of his life fighting against himself. to be frank—– it’s pathetic. there’s nothing slade detests more than wasted potential. but jason is different. better, even. this boy doesn’t fear the darkness inside him. slade has seen him embrace it.

          ❝ you assume that the only reason people would want you is because of batman. ❞ it’s not a question. it’s a statement. granted, slade understands why the boy would think that way. after all, he initially kidnapped jason as means of metaphorically stabbing grayson where it hurts. ❝ you don’t know who you are without this. ❞ the tip of his sword ghosts over the robin symbol on the boy’s armor plate. ❝ it’s as good as batman having you on a collar && leash. ❞

          ❝ don’t mistake me for a hero. ❞ there’s no honor to being an assassin. slade’s never been one to delude himself with that kind of foolish, false pride. ❝ batman doesn’t even know that you’re missing. he’s with your predecessor. ❞

          you could think that as batman trusting robin enough to take care of himself. but that would be giving the man too much benefit of the doubt. ever since grayson’s taken to being a vigilante again, slade sees batman’s focus shifting more to the ex-robin. ❝ let’s go, ❞ says slade when hearing approaching footsteps. ❝ don’t overexert yourself, jason. you’re still injured. i won’t drag your dead body out of here. ❞ he takes the lead as they head out of the room. no mercy is given to anyone that comes their way as deathstroke slaughters them. ❝ do you want to be taken home ?? ❞ he asks as they’re closing to exiting the building. ❝ or would you prefer having your injuries seen to at a nearby safe house ?? ❞

“you  practice  talking  like  a  two-bit  villain  or  does  it  just  come  naturally?”  the  insult  rolls  off  his  tongue  with  too  much  ease  for  someone  who  can  feel  blood  trickling  out  of  his  mouth.  particularly,  jason  knows  that  slade  is  trying  to  convince  him  —  grasping  at  straws,  really,  or  that’s  what  he’s  trying  to  convince  himself.  it’s  easy  to  be  swayed  by  the  other’s  words.  but  this  is  fucking  deathstroke,  of  all  people.  what  does  he  know  about  batman  and  dick?

the  ping  of  jealousy  and  slight  hurt  makes  an  appearance  and  he  tries  to  push  it  away.  jason  and  bruce  are  different  than  bruce  and  dick.  there’s  differences  in  the  dynamic  ;  he  can’t  fault  them  for  that,  considering  dick  has  always  been  the  better  robin  —-  maybe  not  in  bruce’s  eyes,  but  certainly  in  everyone  elses.  it  was  loud  and  simple  on  their  faces  during  the  whole  trigon  debacle.

a  snort.  “and  what,  you  want  me  to  put  me  on  the  same  collar  and  leash?”  part  of  jason  wants  to  take  a  swing  at  the  other,  try  and  get  him  to  shut  the  hell  up  —  but  the  swords  there  and  the  blade  is  a  bit  too  close  for  comfort  right  now.  had  he  not  been  messed  with  for  the  past  couple  of  hours,  had  he  had  more  mental  and  psychical  strength,  he  would.  but  slade  is  lucky  he’s  slightly  disoriented  and  the  pain  in  making  his  ears  ring  louder  than  anything  else.

“the  fuck  you  mean  home?”  eyebrows  scrunch  in  confusion,  voice  laced  in  obvious  confusion  at  the  words.  home  to  jason  meant  gotham.  with  bruce,  with  batman  —  being  robin  felt  like  home,  and  robin  was  supposed  to  be  by  the  batman’s  side.  not  cities  and  miles  away  ;  thrown  to  the  dogs  like  a  scrap.  and  maybe  that’s  what  deathstroke  is  trying  to  get  at  here  ;  but  jason’s  not  that  easy.  as  stubborn  as  an  ox  and  set  in  his  ways  like  dry  cement,  only  slightly  cracking  over  time.