#imstillbeatingyou

Kori's phone buzzed on her table, notifying her of an incoming call. She glanced down at the screen, quickly moving to answer it when she saw Jason's name on the caller ID.

Jason'd been trying his damnest not to succumb to the tug of two very familiar, very strong souls. The strings remained taut no matter how much time passed, pulling tighter as the days passed. Growing more painful, much harder to resist beckoning to their call, their plea.

It wasn't that it surprised him, oh no, it had been expected. For fuck's sake, his Tim was possessed by Paimon and he was Death! So yeah, there was no surprise that.. another Tim, and another him had died. It didn't make it less painful, however. And much like it had been when Damian and Tim had died, he still didn't want to reap them. He was selfish like that. So he may, or may not have looked into reviving them, as he hadn't done that before, and he really didn't want to fuck them up further.

But now... it'd been two months since the two had died (and he's pretty sure this Jason is the one he'd created a blood bond with; maybe that explained why he felt particularly sappy) and now he couldn't put it off any longer. Not without Mother Earth coming to kick his ass a second time.

Ugh, cranky bitch...

Adjusting his shirt, he stepped into the Astral Plane, Death's Cloak materialized upon his person. Jason raised a hand, capturing the two taut strings between forefinger and middle, he started forward, cutting the distance dramatically using the supernatural plane of existence. As he stepped from it, he realized without even having to second guess himself, that they'd been kept in the cave at the manor.

Typical.

He approached both their bodies; both cold, nowhere near deteriorating, and looking like they were in the process of healing. They'd continued to heal upon their deaths, their hair, their nails, had also continued to grow; they hadn't deteriorated at all, of course, he hadn't come to collect their souls.

And he wouldn't. He'd fix them, and shove them back in and... and he'd talk to Alfred.

His heart clenched almost as tight as his jaw did; he always felt bad when it came to Alfred. He'd always given them so much and he wasn't quite sure if any of them had lived up to par to make the man proud, despite what he'd tell them...

He sighed softly, not even bothering with the gloves in which to pull their souls out with, but instead, hoisting one, then the other over his shoulders, their bodies not so much as stiff but more as if they were simply asleep; not even the stench of death was present.

He wondered if Alfred or Bruce had noticed that oddity.

No matter. Securely gripping the both of them around the legs, he turned, stalking into the Astral Plane, not letting either so much as budge from his shoulders as he sought out the warmest place the both of them seemed to agree on on a subconscious level. Parting the tangle of strings within the plane, he stepped out and into an apartment, his bare, callused hands curling tight on both their bare hips.

Even he felt at home here...

Jason shook his head and moved towards where he assumed the bedroom was - like he was surprised that it actually was the bedroom - and nudged the door open with his knee, pushing his way in and with a strange kind of care (that he blamed on being dead to begin with) set one and then the other on the bed before covering them with the blankets present.

Scrubbing a hand along his face, he pulled his gloves out, and then yanked both onto his hands, reaching into one with one hand, and the other with his other hand, pulling their souls from their bodies. For a long moment, Jason gazed at the tangled heap of string, pieces of their lives and pieces of their last moments flickering through his sight as he dragged the chair close to the bed, plopping himself down into it as his fingers methodically went about very carefully untangling the both of their souls; first one, then the other.

Their last moments were particularly messy, particularly desperate, most definitely certain and ready and... fuck, they were going to hate him. But he wasn't going to back out now, the world still needed them, and they still needed each other. Even so, all of their last moments, as touching as they'd been, they were too... raw. All that returned at once, it would be too much. For now, he'd block some of those memories, least they return raw and savage and broken.

Standing again, cradling both souls within his gloved palms, he dipped both their souls back into their bodies, retracting his hands and bringing both gloved hands to his mouth. A sharp, deep red glow masked his teal eyes as souls tumbled from his lips, snatching one each by the end of their "tails" between forefinger and thumb and looking at the wriggling masses. These unknown souls, these reaped souls would aid him in bringing them back. They gave the demons life, they would give these two life. Consequences against himself be damned. Consequences for Tim, for Jason.. they could handle it, that extra feeling, that extra strength, that extra energy. They wouldn't abuse it, he knew they wouldn't.

Name: Charlotte Anne Todd-Drake

Gender: Female

General Appearance: Identical to Jack, Char stands at about 5'9" with a slender, if not slightly stocky build. She's built like a runner, though her punches hurt more than Jack's do. She keeps her jet black hair relatively short, so that she can at least tie it back, and her eyes are teal. Her skin tone is actually a shade darker than Jason's.

Personality: She's snarky as hell and is rather trigger happy. She's extroverted, blunt, and sassy. She's the louder twin and prefers to be heard. She has always won wrestling matches against her brother.

Special Talents: She's talented in kicking butt and taking names. Though she prefers to be at distance with opponents, she's more deadly up close. She prides herself on being the decoy twin.

Who they like better: Tim

Who they take after more: Jason

Personal Head canon: She lead a riot on the first day of 7th grade, simply because a teacher had told Jack he was retarded for not speaking more. Her reasoning though, was that the school dare opress the students they were forcing to attend a facility upon threats to their parents. (So the law states.)

Name: Jack Roger Todd-Drake

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Identical to Char, Jack stands at about 5'9" with a slender, if not slightly stocky build. He's also built like a runner, and whereas Char's punches hurt more, his kicks hurt more. He leaves his jet black hair at a long enough length to be shaggy, and his eyes are teal. His skin tone is also a shade darker than Jason's.

Personality: He's a bit quiet and reserved. He's introverted, but still blunt, and he's sarcastic. He's the quieter twin (in the family really) and prefers action over voice. He has always won strategy based games against his sister (like chess.)

Special Talents: He's extremely talented in hacking and strategy. He's extremely observant and stealthy. Though his sister is more likely to use guns, he's extremely precise with a sniper rifle.

Who they like better: Jason

Who they take after more: Tim

my muse for damian is nearly completely drained, so maybe a little time away will restore it.

and honestly, you guys have no idea how absolutely terrible i feel about replying so late and so inconsistent to threads. especially to imstillbeatingyou and eisernedrossel, whom i've owed for about a week or more now.

i've honestly forgotten a lot of threads and PLEASE do bug me if you wish for me to reply, or i will drop them, because i have so much going on here that i can't get to. i tried to eat more than i can chew.

it's becoming more of a chore than anything to get on here lately, and i don't want it to feel that way anymore.

[ Ooo, what new blog? :D ]