Sam happened upon the other, and his brow furrowed in confusion when he spoke. “Literally, or..? ‘Cause I’ll be honest, y’ sound like one’a those bands my sister listens to.” Angsty, with no immediately discernible reason. This wasn’t some weird band that couldn’t play bass or apply eyeliner correctly, though. Real people were a bit more complex. “You alright, though?” Sam would feel like an ass just cracking some lame joke and leaving. Most grown adults don’t just hang around being angsty without some reason.
there would always be something amusing about anyone asking the age old question: was he alright. truthfully, the issue was, he didn’t have an answer because admitting to that, meant admitting he shouldn’t be ( that jason todd should’ve stayed a bloody dead memory on joker’s crowbar ). so while him holding back the urge to laugh indicated nothing good — to those that knew him and his past — he could at least claim it was sanity to everyone else. “ even had the white streak in my hair to prove her point, ” there’s a facadical grin that plasters itself over his features, something he’s always found useful around enquiring minds that have no business...being in his business. “ sounds like you’re living your sister’s dream...warning you though — i’m irresistible when I start singing. ” nonchalant shrug. “ think that means I’M AMAZING. ”
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“right,” daisy drawls out, eyebrows furrowed at the other’s words. there’s a beat where she simply looks around, trying to see if she’d missed something. nope, nothing. her attention is back on the other, lips pressed before she speaks. “thanks for the heads up, i guess?” daisy’s arms are now crossed. she’s not expecting a fight but she’s always prepared for one, even if she doesn’t mean to be. “oookay, well —— what are you going to aim instead, then? kinda left me curious.” what is even going on right now? “a rock? anythin’ you find on the ground? this is new york, i bet you can find the strangest things.”
it was easy enough to make conclusions about who a person was: ESPECIALLY when they fell into a pattern of labelling themselves without even knowing it. so it was safe to say she wasn’t just some civilian off the street — or she was one that’d become too familiar with guns ( it was all debatable in terms of trauma ). “ was gonna give up and call it a day BUT I love being surprising, ” he grins, stuffing a hand in his pocket to look for the stray dart he’d stolen from a bar a couple of days ago. in his defense, he wasn’t planning to murder anyone with it yet but it was always safer to have something on hand. “ makin’ it sound like you’re used to people throwing random shit in fights, ” definitely was become more and more clear just how far away from home he was. “ which really has just taken the fun out of this — think fast ! ” there’s no actual intention to aim the dart at her, instead it’s aimed directly at the empty can on the table, pinning it to the nearest wall. “ and now i’m actually done. ”
he rose a brow, listening to jason and trying not to take it personally. “i may irritate you but i am at least less annoying than dick and damian,” he loved dick but he took too much responsibility for his liking. he was trying too hard. as for damian… that little shit is the bane of tim’s existence.
“ you get that ain’t mean shit — you’re all annoying in different ways. ” admittedly... jason had put some thought into it, granted he’d been wasted and needed some fuel to keep fighting a little longer but he didn’t need to go bringing that part up; he’d save that for later ( always needed some exit strategy, especially from batfam dinners ). “ so while dick ain’t here to go play kiss ass and damian’s not sounding more ancient than alfred — don’t start trying to convert me into one of you, ” he offers a smug grin. “ I like being the cool, hot one. ”
“Don’t doubt it, at least from what I’ve been told.” Bernard mused, crossing his arms as he came closer. Upon further inspection he could tell that yes this is the Jason, Tim had mentioned before. “You’re Jason, right?” he asked looking up at the other man. “I’m Bernard, Tim’s…boyfriend,” even the word, saying it out loud made him blush. Especially knowing the circumstances in which he found himself in this world. “Nice to meet you finally,”
There’s a look of concern: mostly because in jason’s head, tom was still this tiny annoying brother who’d never shut up — definitely didn’t picture him ever shacking up with anybody ( guess there’s someone out there for everyone ). “ full offense intended but I don’t do the happy brother thing. so i’d be taking back that nice to meet you. ” would he kick the shit outta this guy if he fucked with his brother tim ? probably but that didn’t mean he had to be nice in the meantime. “ now you’ve seen how good my aim is, you better be clueing in on why you shouldn’t fuck with any of us — we clear ? ” his features remain stoic, unwavering as he says each word; just because he didn’t like the family most of the time, didn’t mean his paranoia wouldn’t make him protective over EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM.
“I would love for you to explain what your plan is now.” Edward said, his hands, which were previously raised, now slowly lowering now that he knew that Red Hood wasn’t a threat. Edward had been counting the bullets, and along with guessing what kind of gun Red Hood was using, and how many bullets it held, well, Edward was getting less and less concerned the more time went on. “Are you going to throw at gun at me? And may I remind you that there is no reason for me to be hunted down by the likes of you.” Edward scoffed, his arms now fully at his sides. “What have I done, exactly?”
it’s IRONIC the choices this universe has him making; back home, given the opportunity, he would’ve dreamt of the opportunity to choke every villainous prick out within a five mile radius and would’ve gone home in time for tea but there were bigger issues at hand here ( not to mention he hated that people here could rat him out as red hood so easily ). “ If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead — it’s as simple as that, asshole. ” cocky ? sure but he’d certainly be doing his best to make it a reality if it was even slightly the case. fists balled up so tightly, it feels as though he could tear his own palms in two. “ just because I can’t I haven’t yet, ain’t mean i’m playing nice. so riddle me that ! ”
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“ IS THIS THE PART where i’m supposed to say i don’t wanna fight ? ” donna jokingly asks as they near the other . hands take place on her hips when she stops in front of jason . it’d been a while since they’d last seen him . “ but how are you ? wanna grab a bite ? ”
“ oh, come on !! don’t you remember how much I love an unfair fight — keeps things interesting. ” for arguments sake he’s mostly joking, voice seeped in sarcasm as the corners of his lips can’t help but turn upwards. he has to admit he’s missed the back and forth that comes with batfam & co: the way it distracts him from his mind. of how the skewed job of glued together pieces of glass were slowly falling apart. “ five by five, ” was he good ? — no but he was happy to avoid playing the part of muse in some sympathy play. “ now I know you mean a whole bucket of hot wings. go big or go home, D. ”
“i don’t think it’s something you ever truly lose, my friend.” granted, vision didn’t have any experience with anything like that. he was unfortunately good at everything he tried. that was why he was created in the first place after all. “you alright, mate? do you want to talk perhaps? you seem a little out of it.”
out of it certainly seemed like an understatement; adjacent to all trauma related issues, he was DEFINITELY toeing the line between sanity and whatever the fuck else was out there ( that’s why the clown keeps winning: he can still hear him in his head ). “ and you sound so optimistic I wanna vomit, ” and not the usual kind of optimistic either: the kind that stood out and seemed more like it was naturally programmed into his being but that didn’t stop jason from chuckling at it. optimism meant loss and a hell of a lot of pain. It was a brave game for anyone to risk but he’d happily stay a coward to avoid the turmoil and let men like — whoever this was — take the brunt of the struggle. “ me dude ? i’m on top of the world — king of the castle...insert whatever statement works but the point is i’m fantastic, ” he plays up the facade, purposely turning his naturally fallen features into a grin. “ I mean look at me, how could I not be...maybe you’re just deflecting and hey, that’s okay. sure even...mr optimistic needs a little therapy once in a while. ”
tim sighed, getting up from his computer chair to pour himself another cup of coffee. “i am well aware i am your favorite, but, death threats should wait,” it wasn’t that tim wasn’t aware of the harsh feelings jason had for him (hell he had the same ones for damian and he hadn’t even died) it was more so that he tried not to show it bothered him. tim put a lot of pressure on himself to compare to his older brothers.
when the coffee was in his cup he stood up, making his way back to jason. he took a long sip before giving a satisfying sigh and looking back to jason. “okay, you may continue this conversation.”
“ I hope you know, all of your weird...no — quirky — personality traits are irritating as shit... ” admittedly he found the majority of tim’s personality to be the very BANE of his existence: was it, in part, because of the unwanted reminders of the qualities he himself had when he was younger ? he refuses to acknowledge that there’s even an answer to that question ( but it’s true ). “ and the only reason i’m gonna put up with your shit — or any of the bat family shit — is to avoid those suited up pigs for as long as possible. ”
he’d never been able to stand the silence for long; filling it with sounds of every footstep that came pondering adjacent to his being ( not to mention the BLATANT trauma response he had, heightening every sound — listening for familiarity ). sometimes, when he shuts his eyes, he’s back there: in the darkness that came with death and the saddest part was how peaceful it seemed. If he’s honest with himself he’d admit he’s waiting on it — that every fight just brings him one step closer. “ out of ammo...but my aim’s still fucking great. ”
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tim sighed, running a hand through his hair, “it’s too early for this shit.” he looked at the time, it was three in the afternoon. tim had only woken up an hour ago. “i need more coffee before we continue this conversation.”
@reshieldedstart
“ oh, boo—hoo !! don’t go choking on that coffee boywonder...i’d hate to have to act like I cared. ” he found himself chuckling at that, while his tone was certainly the epitome of sarcastic, he couldn’t deny that in some dark corner of his mind...( so dark in fact, it made him hesitate ) tim was nothing but a reminder of how easily they were REPLACED — the robins, batman’s walking targets so he could remain in the shadows...or some bullshit like that and when the streets of gotham were covered in their blood, still warm, batman was off finding the next one. “ come on — I’m bored...ain’t found a piece of shit worth beating some sense into and you...well, you’ll do just fine. ” he was joking about that last part, although the fleeting thought did seem enticing.
𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐰 enforcement was the only path meant for james who dedicated decades of his life to the gotham police department. his ambition to remain within the department was focused on reversing the corruption that was rooted within in it. he didn’t doubt that this city had it’s own skeletons ; people like wilson fisk came to mind. he kept his conscious occupied with news sources reporting on the portal and now new york’s current events. though it wasn’t gotham his sympathy for this new city remained. he cared. and some would argue it was too much. even with the requests from shield pouring in , james kept his position as a professor at the local university. he exited his last lecture before the break. closing the door behind him he carried a stack of books in one arm , ❛❛sorry kid , class ended an hour ago. ❜❜
there’s always been a certain IRONY; the vices of which he claims have often steered his life but it can be easily obtained, that while internally his intelligence litter’s itself upon a pedestal, externally he must play such a regal facade — fooling the masses had always been easier when he felt himself a couple of steps ahead ( shielded from others having foresight ). “ aye, don’t mind me — not like I got any interest in going back to school... ” he chuckles at that, keeping his thoughts pushed to the very corner of his mind for his own safety, fearing the part of himself still tied to an innocent kid looking for a home — the one molded into a weapon under the guise of adopted son. “ but what kind of leverage they got over you ?...can’t tell me that you think all this useless crap is what’s important — or...are you a COWARD now too ? ”
( michael vlamis. 26. He/Him. Cis man. ) are you a VIGILANTE something tells me that the yellow tint of bruised skin, the sting of tired eyes and the crackle of old records make you who you are, JASON TODD. with the powers of Lazurus enhanced physiology, marksmanship, martial arts, detective skills, you’re sure to have a motivated, leery personality — and you definitely belong to UNAFFILIATED. were you listening to NUMB by LINKIN PARK on your way to the subway? it suits you. we can’t wait to see what you do next!
Was your character “blipped” out? if so, what did they return to and how is it affecting them? if not, who important to them was blipped out, and what has it felt like after those five years have passed? ( if your character is a dc muse: what were they doing when they passed through the portal? )
Stalking a crime gang; ready to fuck them over and take everything they had...well, until some big fuck off portal got in the way.
where are they living ? are they living with anyone?
He remains the same as ever: avoiding the batfam and hiding out in motels.
why is your character affiliated with who they’re affiliated with?
batfam; if only by a tether/because he can’t seem to ever quite cut them out, regardless of how much he resents ( or certainly claims to ) them and blames bruce for a lot of the torment within his mind.
outlaws; following a long period together he finds himself attached to them, more so than he has anyone since his resurrection.
who are their major friends, allies, and foes?
It’s fair to say he tries not to make too many friends and almost always refuses due to his own issues but is undeniably close to Alfred ( the only part of the batfam that he’ll admit to still considering family ), Roy Harper, Koriand’r & Barbara Gordon.
Allies remain to be anyone he currently works with or needs to work with.
foes are complex due to the way jason’s mind works; on one hand he wants to consider bruce a foe but also can’t deny the deep emotional tether he still has to his former father figure and of course the biggest is Joker - the very catalyst for everything that jason became after his resurrection.
whose hands do they believe the country should be in?
Jason believe’s it would be best in the hands of those who are willing to do ANYTHING to protect it, no matter the cost - the last thing he would want is for the country to fall into selfish leadership; people who are greedy and don’t actually care about the people.
what’s their current mental state at? their physical state?
His mental state has, and will always be, fractured following his resurrection via the pit; while he came back physically better than ever, his mind didn’t - often leading him into bouts of psychopathy. this isn’t to say it’s who he is but rather, the simple struggle of an inner jekyll and hyde.
