Do you see terror?

Have you ever noticed that ( JASON TODD ) from the ( DC UNIVERSE ) looks a lot like ( MATTHEW DADDARIO )? But ( HE ) also goes by ( RED HOOD ). Having the ability to/of ( ENHANCED SPEED AND STRENGTH AND A SKILLED MARKSMAN AND MARTIAL ARTIST ) sure makes them a force to be reckoned with. They’re known to be ( AMBITIOUS ) but also ( ANGRY ) and they’re ( 26 ) years old.

Jax shot him a smile at his answer. “I think you mean our… but I’ll let it slide for now.” He joked. He was well aware that Jason didn’t have to be as kind to him as he was. He did his best to make all of his payments but occasionally he just wouldn’t have the money on month and would have to make it up to him the next. He didn’t have to be this patient. Which really begged the question. Why was he? Did he actually enjoy his company? He knew Jason tried to make it seem like he didn’t but there were times he’d catch the occasional small smile or a quick glance his way. He had to wonder if they were friends. “Depends. How bad do you want me gone?”

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       “Our would imply that your name is on the lease.” He retorted, features blank of any emotion. Jason didn’t care about the money or that Jax didn’t always carry his weight when it came to the rent. In all honesty, he would have become suspicious if he started to hold up his end. It was a nice apartment, nicer than he could have afforded before Bruce took him in. When they had been together, he hadn’t asked Jax to pay for anything, but things had changed since then. “Depends if you try to bring someone back in here or not.” 

        “Are you done talking yet? Or are you too afraid that I might actually beat you, so you won’t shut up?” Jason challenged the Tamaranean, the only indication that he was joking being the hint of playfulness in his tone. Picking up another card from the pile, he pushed it into his hand amongst the other cards. Eyes moving over each, he moved it from the right to the left where it fit with the rest of its suit. “Hmph.” He grumbled to himself, peering at Kori over the cards, under thick lashes. “Your move.” 

          Wrapping his fingers along the hilt of the dagger, he pulled the dagger from the spot it had hit in the wall. "Now you insult me after throwing a dagger at my face?" Turning back to face Artemis, he held the edge in her direction. “Let’s try this again. What are you doing in here?”

       It wasn’t often that the pair sat down and had brotherly chats, but Jason enjoyed them more than he liked to admit. Wanting to be like Dick had never gone away, even in death and resurrection. It just became more subtle. “Nothing is ever simple. And when it is, it’s rarely ever worth it.” He advised, surprised by the words that had come out of his own mouth. God, he really was starting to sound like Bruce. 

       "Promise me you won’t forget this. That no matter what happens tomorrow, the next day, next week, you won’t forget this, forget that this was real.” Jason held Barbara’s face in his hands, making her look at him long enough to try and check her back into reality. He knew how real the nightmares could be, especially when you’re just waking out of it. “He’s not here. He’s gone. He’s dead.” The word rolled off his tongue with ease. 

      "Fear and bravery are often one and the same.” Jason said with little context to what he was talking about. Lifting the mug to his lips, he took a sip of the warm coffee.  He was mostly talking to himself, but he didn’t mind if other people heard him. It was the truth.

      “Never cave to panic. If you do, you die.” Jason told Peter as Babs walked into her lavish home. Looking up at the child’s mother, he greeted her with a nod. “You’re back early.” Earlier than he thought she would be honestly. “How was it?” 

Roy waited for Jason in the apartment, the ever growing headache of his pounding. It’s why he had been in the dark. However, he could now see — with Jason’s gun pointed under his chin —how that may not have been the greatest idea. Especially since he hadn’t warned his friend that he was coming. ❛ You are so incredibly violent. It still turns me on. ❜ roy smirked when he watched Jason’s eyes change as the recognition kicked in. “I’ve had a shit night and all I want is a tall stiff drink. I figured you were the next best option.” He was determined to stick to the program this time. That meant asking for help when he needed it. 

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       As soon as Roy spoke, Jason knew who the intruder was. Sighing, he clicked the safety back on and holstered his gun. “Why are you sitting in the dark?” In my apartment. It was left unsaid but lingered in the air between them. “You could have a tall stiff drink of water. The kitchen is right there.” Jason’s eyes moved to the entry of the kitchen, making no move towards it. He was glad that Roy came to his apartment rather than the bar, but a warning would have been nice. 

❛ I don’t care what you are. I care about who you are. I think if anyone has made that clear it would be me. ❜ Zatanna frowned when Jason called himself a zombie. She hated when he referred to himself like that. Things between them had been….better since the gun range. She still had the urge to throw knives at his head at times, but it was usually lessened quickly. Mostly because, though she tried to deny it, she missed him. Not as a lover (though she’d be a liar if she said she didn’t miss that too) ,but as a friend. She told Jason about things she rarely if ever talked about with anyone. It was one thing to lose someone, it was something completely else to lose them and them still be right there. she was over losing people. she certainly didn’t want to because her pride had been bruised. 

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      Jason knew that. He knew that Zatanna cared about who he was, about Jason Todd, not the Red Hood, or the broken person he had become after his death and resurrection. She cared about the kid who was excited to follow in Dick Grayson’s footsteps and who wanted to protect the people who deserved it through any means necessary. “I know.” He said softly, unsure of what she wanted him to say. “It doesn’t change what I am though.”

Sitting at their table with a glass in hand, he dabbed some of the blood on his face with a tissue. Only glancing up when he heard someone enter the room. Rather than explain the mess he was he joked, “Heya handsome. What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” Well aware that his roommate wasn’t exactly fond of that kind of teasing. Since their drunken (on his own part at least) make out session, all Jax could think of was doing it again. Jason just didn’t seem the type to want to admit how fun things were between them. 

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          “You mean my apartment? Living, I guess.” Jason replied dryly, wanting no part in whatever game he was trying to play at 8am. Hiding his smirk, he walked into the kitchen quickly, ducking behind the doorframe to let his smile reach his lips before he forced it back again. Once he was composed, he made himself a coffee, trying to focus on that rather than his ex that sat in the living room. “Are you gonna start looking for your own place soon or do I have to evict you?” He asked, moving into the doorframe of the kitchen, leaning against it as he took of sip from his mug. 

“Shopping for you has become even worse now” Bruce replied sighing softly, there was still a lot of work to do on this relationship but he could clearly tell a dismissal when it happened. It was always best not to push Jason too far after all he was lucky the kid even wanted to acknowledge him. “I can’t take the hint to try not to make too much of a mess, I’ll be around if you need me” He mused moving towards the computer to start a couple of different projects for his other kids.

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        "Stop shopping for me then." The solution seemed like a very simple one to Jason. He didn't want anything from Bruce, well, not any presents at least. "Can't make any promises." Bruce finally walked away and he began to riffle through the crates, thankful that his adoptive father was leaving him alone.

“The thought may have crossed my mind once or twice. Never thought it actually happen.” she said looking away. It had been an unexpected but unforgettable night. She bit the inside of her cheek at the memory. Zatanna focused on the target in front of her, adjusting her grip when Jason’s hands moved over her. This one was bigger than the one she had before. She shot, the recoil stronger than she was ready for, making her jump a bit. “oh fuck. that was awsome” she giggled turning slightly to look at him. “can we do a bigger one?”

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        "Oh?" Jason raised his brows at Zatanna, the surprise written plain on his face. He had seen her around before, but they had never been particularly close until that night. Before then, he had seen her as one of Dick's lovers, and that wasn't a web he had wanted to get tangled in. If he had been thinking when he brought her Thai food, maybe he wouldn't have. There was nothing he could do now. Letting out a short laugh at her reaction to the recoil, he smiled down at her. "No," he shook his head. "You're not ready for anything bigger. You can try shooting by yourself now, though.

Duela flashed him a grin. “Maybe,” she said. “I’m not super good at planning ahead, you know. I just kind of go where the criminal spirit moves me.” She wiggled her fingers to imitate the criminal spirit moving her. She climbed out of the car, looking around for the rookie. “Nuh-uh, he looks like, uh…” She snapped her fingers. “Gordon, yeah. And that crazy chick who owns the Sirens.” She followed him happily enough. “I’m hungry,” she said idly.

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       "You know you could try not to do the crime thing all the time. Shake it up every once in a while." He suggested with the full knowledge that she wouldn't take his advice. It would be the same as Bruce trying to get him to stop what he did. "They have a baby. he doesn't look like a baby." That being said, he couldn't deny that there was a strange familiarity about the rookie. It was unshakeable. "Are you asking me to buy you food now too?"

“Wouldn’t matter if I’m into it or not. Not like I’m planning to ever sleep with you again.” she answered turning to head to look at him. It was then he decided to move closer and she turned back to look at the target across from them. She was supposed to be relaxing but instead every muscles were tensed as she tried to not focus on him. “Is this part necessary?” she said, taking a deep breath to try and calm herself. 

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      "Was it ever the plan?" He asked a brow raised when she turned to look at him. This was news to him. His plan the night he had come to her apartment with Thai food had been to comfort her, nothing more. It had turned into something else on its own. "Unless you don't want to shoot straight. Yes." Correcting her position, he helped her aim at the target. His fingers moved over her's on the cold metal of the gun, flipping the safety off and moving to the trigger. "Press when you're ready," Jason whispered.