Accepting || Send "It's The Little Things" + my muse will tell your muse something that they notice about them. @deathxcko

Thad clasps one of Jason's hands between his own and idly examines it between his own. Turning it this way and that way he looked at the veins raised beneath his skin, and the scars, marks, callouses, and lines that made up Jason's hands in particular.

People tended to think it was the fingerprint that was the most unique marker of person. No one else had your exact finger print, it was unmistakably yours, but from where Thad was standing that was just a minuscule difference in comparison to one's hands. How they looked, whether they were cut up or calloused or as soft as a babes, what you did with them, whether you ball them up into a fist or whether you held out a hand to another, all of it, that was all uniquely you.

"Y'know, I think you're gentler and kinder than you think are and than other people give you credit for. Sure, you're Red Hood, sure you've got a temper, and you're dangerous toward your enemies, but you're not just angry or dangerous. You are kind, and gentle, and fun, and you care about people. I see it in how keen you are on making sure myself and others are fed. How you wanna make sure people have the means to defend themselves. You're attentive and I think you think of others before you think of yourself. You're kinder to others than you are yourself."

He gives Jason's hand a squeeze between his own and holds his grasp there for a moment feeling Jason's warmth and in turn lets him feel his own.

"That's alright, I didn't need it." Dick shrugs his shoulders and smiles at his brother.

Little things (aka let rosie get up in her feels about your muses) // Accepting @deathxcko

Hmm, beloved. How can someone who sees themselves as so dark, be such a light in the life of so many? We won't pretend like you aren't scarred, aren't angry, aren't littered with violence in your blood. But it's far from the whole of your being.

You, who would never miss the opportunity to tease and joke around the people you work with or love, like it's as easy as breathing. You, who despite everything 'family' might mean or not, would seem to always be there when it's needed. And for all the bullets and steel the Hood may have in reputation, the Narrows kids may as well see you as a mythic of their own making, far from malevolent. You would make a great dad if the Fates ever went that way. Not conventional by any means, but great.

Food is a love language by the way. It's an exceptional perk that yours happens to be delightful. It would feed the soul even if it didn't taste like a professional chef's though.

You're a complex swirl of paint. All sorts of colors mixed up to reflect the human we love. You're allowed to be vindictive and vengeful and still care too much. You just also don't have to do it alone. You don't have to let us in so long as we can still stand next to you. Baby steps and all that.

from the hero

Freeze blinks owlishly, the motion unseen behind the red tint of his goggles. Jason's words have stopped him cold, his gloved hand hovering over the open mechanisms of his gun.

"I hope not," he says eventually. "That would be quite the name to carry through life."

"I'm sure you understand my need for discretion on this project. I would be happy to do something in exchange for this favor."

@deathxcko is up to no good but war criminals stick together

Her eyes flickered up from the papers at the movement, and back down again. "Grant used to do that too," she muttered. Looking back up again, she gave him a 'really' look.

"Oh, Jason, am I losing my touch or something? Since when does Searchers deal in anything but discretion?" Uncle Sam wouldn't have her on payroll otherwise. As for as the public was aware, Searchers Inc was a private detective agency, that's all. Addie gently set down the papers, her charming playfulness fading away. This was a fucking lot to take in. It's touching a nerve she doesn't like to think about. Morel trafficked too.

"I'm guessing goodie Grayson and co aren't approving of this." Otherwise, he wouldn't be here. "Want your picks of The Toybox? I think you'll find almost everything you need or want. Honestly, I don't need the favor. If you don't do something about this, I promise if we told Rose, she would." Not that Addie wasn't above getting her own hands dirty.

Getting up, she tidied up the papers and gave them back, heels clacking out of her office towards an elevator.

"Yes this about what you you did to Hood! That is personal you grinning punching bag!" After everything, after years of trying to find a new home, they still only had Red Hood, he was still the only person who cared about them.

Their grip tightened around the knifes handle, they glared at the clown, it was hard to not focus on her face or on her neck.

They did listen though without interruption, only to seem to realize something at the end, something that made them laugh in a bitter tone.

"You think I care about being a hero?-" they spoke in a honestly bewildered tone "-Huh you don't keep as close a eye on him as you act like you do."

"I became his sidekick before he started wearing that stupid bat symbol on his chest, I became this to kill. I don't give two shits how anyone sees me, I don't care if Batman himself comes after me to drag me to Arkham." They moved the knife slightly closer.

"...Honestly I don't even care what he'll think. What matters is you won't be around to ruin any other life, that's worth whatever bullshit comes my way afterwards."

All of this agonizing talk would lead to her reappearance. He gasped, clutching onto the pillow and trying to still his pounding heart. Jason shook his head, voice a little shaky and dazed,

"You're not... real. You're not real."

@deathxcko hasn't been sleeping well

"Does that ever actually help?" She plopped on the edge of the bed, and though of course it doesn't make so much as a wrinkle or dent, it feels right to do. She's not stupid, the bags under his eyes certainly give reason to believe this a figment.

"I mean, you see me. You hear me. Whether I am actually real or not seems irrelevant if it's real to your senses. I can't possibly be the worst figment. I have heard the terror of much more unpleasant delusions. You once did not mind my presense so much." Not that he remembers it well. That's alright too. Everyone forgets her eventually.