#hood.start

         “well, isn’t this a surprise..” he slurred sleepily as he turned his          head to look over his shoulder at his boyfriend. “hi, dickiebird.”        

     “you look a little suspicious standing in the corner of      the room, raven. step out, join me in the shit hole of      the land of the living.”

        jason didn’t know when it happened or why for that matter,         but he got the flu and it was unfortunately up to his poor         boyfriend to take care of him. he’d buy him something nice         to make up for it later. maybe. “diiiiiickiiiiieeee--” he super         deserved to be hit over the head at this point.

         you ever stop in the middle of something because          you saw someone who in the vaguest of ways has          managed to remind you of yourself? it’s a weird          sort of feeling, isn’t it? lord knows jason pitied the          poor sap who made him stop and consider. no          one in their right mind should want to be like jason          todd. it’s never been a pleasant existence.          with a shrug and deciding to sacrifice his coffee to          the cause, jason accidentally bumped into the          almost-as-tall-as-him stranger. “fuck, excuse me.          it’s been a trying morning.” it wasn’t even 10:30.          “how about i get you a cup of joe, if you’re not too          busy? as an apology for being scatterbrained?”          he just wanted to pick the man’s brain.

"grab a jacket, gattino. we're going on an adventure."

jason kicked open his storage box, tossing the his helmet, jacket and the heaviest bits of his body armor into it before giving it another kick to close it. most of it would need repairing or total replacement, but for the moment he was a shade too lazy to care until usagi got the chance to play the daintiest and most tolerant nurse ever. it didn't take long for him to drag himself to her apartment door, leaning heavily on the doorframe as he waited for her to come answer. "usaaaagiiii, i may bleed out in your hallway.." he wouldn't, but hey. friendship.

"jesus fuck, dickiebird. didn't the big man ever tell you not to talk to strangers at night in gotham?" he nudged the unconscious assailant with his foot and pulled the helmet off with a sigh. "need a ride?"

"can i help you?" it was going to be a long day for jason todd if he kept it up like this.