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closed // jason todd @prrodigalson

“hey jay, did you get a new number?” tim’s tone is calm, curious, as he looks up from his perch on jason’s couch. three phone calls had gone unanswered, and tim had decided to take matters into his own hands. “nice security system, by the way - took me a while to get through it.” a part of him is expecting anger at his unexpected appearance, and his body is tensed, ready to get up quickly if needed. but he smiles, too broadly, stretching himself out and making a show of getting comfortable on the couch.

JASON TODD // @prrodigalson

She could lay like this forever, her head on the crook of Jason’s arm and her arm snaked halfway around his waist, indulging on his warmth. But she knew she  couldn’t. They couldn’t. Rose couldn’t simply stay still knowing his brother was out there. She tried to go back to sleep but with the thoughts of her brother running in her mind, rest is not going to happen.

With a heavy heart, she slowly peeled away from his touch, careful not to wake him up then picked the very first clothing she could find among the discarded pieces of floor. It was a little too big for her so she knew it was Jason’s.

It was a few minutes over 2 in the morning, a perfect time to pull a crime. Rose took a cigarette from its pack and the police scanner and brought it over window sill where she sat. After lighting a cigarette, Rose played around the frequency, hoping for any kind of signs of news, good or bad.

The absence at his side is noticed immediately, though while half asleep Jason thinks nothing of it and pulls the flat sheet closer to him. He assumes she’s headed to the bathroom or even to the window for a cigarette. But then the gentle hum of the police scanner is heard, the crackling sound of searching through channels effectively pulling him from his sleepy daze. Dark hues attempt to make out her frame in the darkness, the only thing visible at this hour being her silhouette and the bright red end of the cigarette. 

“the two aren’t exactly mutually exclusive.” 

“i’ll pass, thanks.”

“haven’t heard that one before. fuck off.” 

one of the best parts of being a lantern was always going to be touring space. but kyle knows it’s been too long out there when it’s starbucks that drives in the sense of being home again. sweet, overpriced, subpar coffee. … there are worse things to get vaguely emotional about, he’s sure. the real drawback is he’s not exactly been carting around a wallet for the last couple months. a moment of mourning comes and goes for the five bucks gathering dust in the back of his couch, before rescue arrives in the form a familiar face. “wow, hey, hold up— how’d you feel about sponsoring an at-risk artist today? loyal, cheap. …the good kind of cheap.”

Bruce was used to things that went bump in the night, and all things considered, he could hear every bump in the manor at night and knew the exact location of where that bump came from. He did not, however, expect bumps at dawn, very human bumps.  He walked out into the dining room, leaning against the door frame. Don’t be fooled, his calmness was a facade, he was quite frustrated.  “I don’t normally expect visitors, what are you doing here?”

If there’s anything Jason’s grateful for, it’s that Bruce granted him and his brothers access to the mansion - meaning his job of breaking in for whatever reason would be easier than ever. He intended to swipe a few gadgets in order to keep himself safe with the new accords set in place, positive that just being armed may not be good enough to ward away those policing the new policies. 

He was just about to head out through the main entrance, maybe give Ace a goodbye pat on the head before Bruce’s voice is heard and he’s freezing in place. The former Robin turns on his heels, shoulders slumping slightly at the others question. 

Does he go on to tell Bruce the events that occured in the 70′s? He doesn’t want to elongate his stay any longer than it needs to be, so Jason’s offering a shrug. “Thought I’d drop by to see if you were still alive.” He pauses for a moment. "Great talk. I’ll see ya’ later, Bruce.” Jason lifts his fingers to offer a half-hearted salute, and a signature shit-eating grin to match. 

It’s hard to keep a hard exterior with Jason, not when he was with her when she went to hell then another. Her eyes settled on the cigarette he had offered, giving him an excuse not to look him in the eyes. Finally, she took the cigarette and lit it with her own lighter.. She took a hit, almost willing the smoke she inhaled to relax the tension being near Jason. She leaned to the wall and blew the smoke in the air. The truth is, Jason was the exception. She knew he got her back and if she was being honest to herself, he also got more than just her trust. Rose couldn’t even bring herself to admit that.    “ What exactly did we go through together, huh? Do you honestly think it was real or just for survival? “    She took another hit and hand him the cigarette, probably the last one they were going to share. The thought really stung but she didn’t want Jason to know so she kept avoiding his gaze.    “ We don’t really need to be in each others lives you know? You have your team and I got…”  Up to this day, Rose was still struggling in finding out where she truly belonged.   “ And I got a brother to find. “