#replacedrobin

Jason tsk'ed for a moment, then leaned back against the wall as he crossed his arms. "Not surprised, no. Merely curious, I suppose, if you still care for our relationship?" He was not going to dwell in the past, he forbid himself from doing so. And if Timothy did not care, well, why dwell?

He could have called Grayson, Babs, or even Roy to come pick him up. Of course the first number that came to his head was his ex-boyfriend’s. It had been six months and three days since Jason walked out of the relationship and he hadn’t spoken a single word to Tim since.     With slurred words he didn’t even know what he was saying to his ex. His head was too foggy. The bar manager was yelling at Jason that they were closing when he spotted Tim walking in.    “Dun worry s’my ride right ere” He motioned to Tim before stumbling over to him. @replacedrobin

"—-What’re you trying to do, kid?” Jason barked into his commlink. Red Robin may have been a few buildings too far away to see him flip the bird, but it still gave him mild relish to do it. It had been ten minutes since the other had popped into his radar, and he has yet to leave.   “Don’t you have patrol in central district or something?” 

He spoke in Arabic, uncaring if the boy could not speak his language or not. He did not know nor did he recognize the younger boy, yet his grandfather had spoken the English language with him.

Jason woke up to the role call alarm. Noisy guards shouting and banging on every door. At least this time he didn’t wake up to the grunting of his psychotic roommate who’s language capacities made a caveman look brilliant. Once again Jason was without a roommate. He was used to them coming and going by now. I mean, the first time one committed suicide by repeatedly banging his head against the brick wall Jason was a bit shook up. Now he was used to them either dying, having a psychotic break and getting sent to a special ward, or displaying homicidal tendencies and getting sent to an even more special ward. Jason would count the days he would be without a roommate. In his three years in Arkham the longest he went was a week. The longest a roommate survived in there with him was a month. “You have fresh meat coming in today, Todd,” The guard said from outside the door. The guards shared information with Jason because he was a well liked patient, he didn’t try to kill them on a daily basis so that built up some good report. “I hear Bruce Wayne is dumping him in here.” Jason clenched a fist at that name. Nobody knew Bruce was the one who dropped Jason off. Bruce didn’t even drop Jason off at Arkham as his father, no he did it as Batman. replacedrobin