JASON TODD, ̶R̶O̶B̶I̶N̶ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
copsormasks) wrote2025-04-25 08:26 am
copsormasks) wrote2025-04-25 08:26 am
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etraya inbox.
voicemail. call. action.
voicemail. call. action.
Chivalry isn't dead, or something like that?
[Plus, Jason is always down to punch people.]
[Plus, Jason is always down to punch people.]
Your… The psych my Bruce sent me to after I started having nightmares.
[Jason scoops up some cheese with his finger and puts it in his mouth.]
[Jason scoops up some cheese with his finger and puts it in his mouth.]
[Jason goes quiet, chewing on his bite of cheese. It's honestly a very long story how he ended up strapped to a window wiper's basket.]
Falling. [He sets his piece of pizza down on the plate and looks up at Bruce. It's a leap of faith telling him this, in hoping he won't be rejected.] I got dropped fifteen stories.
Falling. [He sets his piece of pizza down on the plate and looks up at Bruce. It's a leap of faith telling him this, in hoping he won't be rejected.] I got dropped fifteen stories.
Deathstroke. Slade Wilson. [Jason's expression grows distant.] Got kidnapped. Strapped to a window cleaner's basket and then--
[He goes quiet again, looking down at his slice of pizza.]
Boom. I'm falling.
[He goes quiet again, looking down at his slice of pizza.]
Boom. I'm falling.
Edited 2025-06-16 22:32 (UTC)
Got saved last minute by Superboy. He happened to be in the right place at the right time.
I haven't decided yet. Do you really think I should throw a party?
Something like that. [There have certainly been times when she's wanted to punch someone in the face. And maybe she would have, if she thought it would make a difference.]
For what it's worth, I do appreciate it.
For what it's worth, I do appreciate it.
Yeah, no problem. You just let me know if you ever need me.
Are you a party kind of person? Or more of a relaxing dinner type?
I don't know. The only ones I've really been to were ones the basketball team were throwing, and that was mostly them drinking and loudly patting themselves on the back for being good at basketball.
[So, buckets of fun. Obviously.]
If you threw one, I would go.
[So, buckets of fun. Obviously.]
If you threw one, I would go.
( Superboy. He... doesn't think that's the Jon Damian knows, but. Maybe he's wrong. It's not as though Robin is a thing back in his Gotham. Yet? Ever? He doesn't know. )
They seem to have that ability.
( The Supers, he means. Though he can really only go off Clark. )
I took an arrow for Clark here once.
( He shrugs, finishing off his pizza. )
Do you still have those nightmares here?
They seem to have that ability.
( The Supers, he means. Though he can really only go off Clark. )
I took an arrow for Clark here once.
( He shrugs, finishing off his pizza. )
Do you still have those nightmares here?
If I say yes are you going to fire me? Go fly off to London and treat me like some dog that needs to be told not to shit on the carpet?
[Most if not all of that is not meant for this Bruce but Jason needs to get it out.]
[Most if not all of that is not meant for this Bruce but Jason needs to get it out.]
[That takes Jason by surprise. He blinks at Bruce and the door is open ever so slightly. His Bruce would never admit to a vulnerability.]
You do?
You do?
Yeah.
( It’s said looking down — taking a moment to lick over his lips before he’s looking back up and across the kitchen some. Most nights he pushes himself to the point of breaking so as to simply pass out in bed and not even allow his mind to weave dreams together. It’s easier that way. Dreams, even when sweet, he finds to be cruel. )
I want to say they’ll go away or get better in time, but. Hasn’t been the case for me.
( It’s said looking down — taking a moment to lick over his lips before he’s looking back up and across the kitchen some. Most nights he pushes himself to the point of breaking so as to simply pass out in bed and not even allow his mind to weave dreams together. It’s easier that way. Dreams, even when sweet, he finds to be cruel. )
I want to say they’ll go away or get better in time, but. Hasn’t been the case for me.
[Jason is quiet, but not the sort of angry quiet be usually fell into. This quiet is thoughtful, almost respectful.]
I was looking for an antidote to fear back home. To chase the nightmares away. Started working with…
[Jason silences himself and he takes a breath.]
We got really close before I came here. Really fucking close.
[And for some reason, that’s when the dam breaks. Jason covers his face as the tears begin.]
I hate it here.
I was looking for an antidote to fear back home. To chase the nightmares away. Started working with…
[Jason silences himself and he takes a breath.]
We got really close before I came here. Really fucking close.
[And for some reason, that’s when the dam breaks. Jason covers his face as the tears begin.]
I hate it here.
( He wants to tell him that fear doesn’t need an antidote — that it’s a tool one can both master and overcome in their life. He likes to think he’s done such a thing, but. After what had happened with Riddler — when he had thought he had lost Alfred because of his not being there… not being good enough… that fear had nearly swallowed him whole, spared only by anger being a touch more stronger in the moment.
He wants to tell him and yet, before he can, Jason’s covering his face with his hands and he knows the other is breaking down. He’s been there himself — how eerie it is to see reflected back at him, as if looking into a mirror. Maybe it’s why he feels the need to be there for Jason — to try and mend whatever heartache he’s carrying within him. Or at least, give him some form of support to make it easier to swim through when the dam finally breaks. Because it will and it does, even for him.
Gently, he places a hand on Jason’s shoulder and, a second or two later, if Jason allows it, he’ll pull him in close and hold him there, wrapped in arms that are meant to be protective. Quiet. Simply being a pillar of support for him. Simply being there. )
He wants to tell him and yet, before he can, Jason’s covering his face with his hands and he knows the other is breaking down. He’s been there himself — how eerie it is to see reflected back at him, as if looking into a mirror. Maybe it’s why he feels the need to be there for Jason — to try and mend whatever heartache he’s carrying within him. Or at least, give him some form of support to make it easier to swim through when the dam finally breaks. Because it will and it does, even for him.
Gently, he places a hand on Jason’s shoulder and, a second or two later, if Jason allows it, he’ll pull him in close and hold him there, wrapped in arms that are meant to be protective. Quiet. Simply being a pillar of support for him. Simply being there. )
[Jason feels like he's caught in an eddy, like a branch caught in helical, tumbling waters. He's been unseated from any kind of support long before he arrived in Etraya and feeling decidedly unwelcome nearly every day he's been here doesn't help. He usually allows his temper to talk, to push people away, but right now he's just a scared kid.
A very lonely kid.
His Bruce never hugged him. In fact, Jason can't remember the last time he was hugged besides Rose and she broke up with him. He's been yelled at, blamed for things outside of his power, fired, treated like a nuisance, and Jason is done. He's done.
Against his better judgement, Jason leans in and allows this Bruce to hug him and hold him close as he cries, to be a life ring in the storm.]
A very lonely kid.
His Bruce never hugged him. In fact, Jason can't remember the last time he was hugged besides Rose and she broke up with him. He's been yelled at, blamed for things outside of his power, fired, treated like a nuisance, and Jason is done. He's done.
Against his better judgement, Jason leans in and allows this Bruce to hug him and hold him close as he cries, to be a life ring in the storm.]
( Jason doesn't pull away and he takes that as this being the right thing to do — as being the thing Jason maybe needs for the moment. So he stands there. Quiet. One hand resting against the other's shoulder blade, while the other gently touches to the back of his head. Letting him feel what he needs to feel. Being here for him, for as long as he might need. It's just them after all. )
I got you.
( Words soft as he says them to Jason. )
I got you.
( Words soft as he says them to Jason. )
[Jason hasn't cried like this since Rose broke up with him. He's been internalizing and compartmentalizing for so long and it's now too much. He's never cried in front of any version of Bruce and doing so now makes him feel foolish and vulnerable, but he doesn't hear any judgment.
He lets it pour out of him, lets the wounds be lanced and drained, and soon Jason is quiet again. He leans back, wipes at his eyes.]
Sorry. I... [His shoulders sag.] I think I'm just tired of all of it.
[Feeling that he needs to hide rather than seek security. The constant blow ups with the older Bruce. Sensing that he is unwanted, most of all.]
He lets it pour out of him, lets the wounds be lanced and drained, and soon Jason is quiet again. He leans back, wipes at his eyes.]
Sorry. I... [His shoulders sag.] I think I'm just tired of all of it.
[Feeling that he needs to hide rather than seek security. The constant blow ups with the older Bruce. Sensing that he is unwanted, most of all.]
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