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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voicemail. call. action.
voicemail. call. action.
[Jason really hated camping the first time around, but this time, he means to find some freedom and space from all the bats swirling around in the belfry. He's picked up camping gear from the mart and has assembled his pack in his most recent abandoned apartment. He's set out and making his way toward the trolley when he hears the familiar quiet thump of someone landing behind him.
He expects Damian, and so he draws his hunting knife, swinging it at whoever is behind him.]
He expects Damian, and so he draws his hunting knife, swinging it at whoever is behind him.]
[ When Bruce decided he'd be keeping an eye on this kid, he meant that quite literally. Learning his comings and goings hadn't been terribly difficult either. It wasn't like the kid was exactly subtle. And as the bruises began to heal and Bruce felt more confident that Jason's through the worst of it, the following tapered off to keeping track of when he left where he was staying and when he came back.
That is until today, when his routine veers off into something new. Bruce is curious enough to follow him from the abandoned apartment to the trolley. When he lands behind him, Bruce means to be heard and shifts out of the knife's path, blocking the swing with his hand. Come on, Jay, he could see that coming a mile away. ]
Going somewhere?
That is until today, when his routine veers off into something new. Bruce is curious enough to follow him from the abandoned apartment to the trolley. When he lands behind him, Bruce means to be heard and shifts out of the knife's path, blocking the swing with his hand. Come on, Jay, he could see that coming a mile away. ]
Going somewhere?
[Well, at least it isn’t Damian and a rock. Jason’s swipe is easily blocked and when he sees just who it is, Jason groans.]
Oh fuck off!
[Jason pockets the knife and turns away from Bruce to watch the trolley approach instead.]
Why can’t any of you leave me alone.
Oh fuck off!
[Jason pockets the knife and turns away from Bruce to watch the trolley approach instead.]
Why can’t any of you leave me alone.
[ No not Damian with a rock. Just Bruce and he is concerned. ]
Where are you going?
Where are you going?
Why does it matter. [They're approaching the trolley station, but the trolley isn't quite here yet. He wrinkles his nose and winces, despite the green and yellowish bruising on his face.]
Because you're not healed.
[ Bruce walks alongside him, doesn't crowd him or anything. ]
You shouldn't be wandering off on your own.
[ Bruce walks alongside him, doesn't crowd him or anything. ]
You shouldn't be wandering off on your own.
I don't have a fucking choice. [They come up to the trolley station and again, the trolley has yet to come.] You guys won't leave me alone. I get attacked, I get blamed. I fucking done with it.
Why did Damian attack you?
[ He's yet to speak to his kid about it, but he would. He'd hear the story from Jason first. ]
[ He's yet to speak to his kid about it, but he would. He'd hear the story from Jason first. ]
Because I was apparently walking too close to Arkham and he jumped me. [An eye roll to the heavens and beyond.] Then the rest of the belfry showed up to blame me for something I didn't even do.
I didn't even know that was Arkham. Doesn't look like mine.
I didn't even know that was Arkham. Doesn't look like mine.
[ The rest of the belfry. Bruce turns over the names he'd been given to figure out exactly who Jason meant. The story feels incomplete. Missing, missing reasons. Besides, it doesn't sound like Dick. Damian? Sure. But not Dick. ]
He's impulsive at that age. Dick got him under control, I'm sure.
He's impulsive at that age. Dick got him under control, I'm sure.
Whatever. The seven-year-old got to stand and walk around while I was tied up on the ground with a broken face.
[Jason sighs and shakes his head.]
Seriously just go the fuck away. Before someone accuses me of doing drugs while I'm just standing here.
[Jason sighs and shakes his head.]
Seriously just go the fuck away. Before someone accuses me of doing drugs while I'm just standing here.
[ Seven year old? It'd be pedantic to correct him, so he doesn't. Instead, he focuses on something else, Jason said. ]
You don't know how to escape being tied up?
[ That's...a problem. ]
I'm not going to accuse you of anything unless you give me a reason. How long were you working with your Bruce?
You don't know how to escape being tied up?
[ That's...a problem. ]
I'm not going to accuse you of anything unless you give me a reason. How long were you working with your Bruce?
I had a fucking concussion!
[Another eyeroll, this time into universe. He hopes answering a question might get Bruce to actually back off.]
Like a year and a half. Then he shipped me off to the Titans. There, happy? Now fuck off.
[Another eyeroll, this time into universe. He hopes answering a question might get Bruce to actually back off.]
Like a year and a half. Then he shipped me off to the Titans. There, happy? Now fuck off.
[ silly Jason. You know that's not going to work.
A year and a half is barely any time at all. The hostility concerns him even more now. ]
Is that why you're so angry? Because he sent you away?
A year and a half is barely any time at all. The hostility concerns him even more now. ]
Is that why you're so angry? Because he sent you away?
Fuck off. [The answer is yes. He’s pissed about constantly pawned off.
About being treated a like a mistake.
The trolley is drawing closer and Jason is getting more antsy.]
About being treated a like a mistake.
The trolley is drawing closer and Jason is getting more antsy.]
[ The window is closing as the trolley approaches so Bruce moves close, slips a hand around the strap of his bag to keep him from moving and to secure the tracker he'd concealed in his palm. ]
Jason, don't blame me for that. I didn't send you away. And I am not sending you away now. I'm telling you that there can be a place for you if you want it.
Jason, don't blame me for that. I didn't send you away. And I am not sending you away now. I'm telling you that there can be a place for you if you want it.
[Jason scoffs and tries to pull his bag out of Bruce's grip.]
You're a shitty liar.
[The trolley is almost here and Jason is about to crawl of his skin to get on.]
You're a shitty liar.
[The trolley is almost here and Jason is about to crawl of his skin to get on.]
[ he let's go once he's satisfied, but doesn't offer to leave. He'd see the boy off, and to remind him once again of something important. ]
If you need anything, tell me.
[ When his back is to Bruce to board the trolley, Bruce would slip a second tracker into one of the pockets not fully secured, near the top of the pocket. Hopefully the last place he'd look for something like that after finding the first one. He said he'd keep an eye on this kid and he fully intended to keep that promise. ]
If you need anything, tell me.
[ When his back is to Bruce to board the trolley, Bruce would slip a second tracker into one of the pockets not fully secured, near the top of the pocket. Hopefully the last place he'd look for something like that after finding the first one. He said he'd keep an eye on this kid and he fully intended to keep that promise. ]
Yeah. Sure.
[Jason is on the trolley as soon as it arrives and instead of a wave he offers a middle finger.
It takes about an hour for Jason to get to a well-wooded area. He starts to set up when he finds the first tracker. He smashes it between two rocks and moves his camp further from the trolley. It takes a couple days of stewing and resting before he finds the second tracker. It, too, finds its fate between two rocks. Time to pack up real quick.]
[Jason is on the trolley as soon as it arrives and instead of a wave he offers a middle finger.
It takes about an hour for Jason to get to a well-wooded area. He starts to set up when he finds the first tracker. He smashes it between two rocks and moves his camp further from the trolley. It takes a couple days of stewing and resting before he finds the second tracker. It, too, finds its fate between two rocks. Time to pack up real quick.]
Edited 2025-07-04 02:04 (UTC)
[Jason has been out in the woods for four days. It's been a much needed break from interacting with any Bats for any reason. He's starting to run out of supplies, but he's tightened his belt before and this will be no different. He wakes up to dig through his backpack when he notices something odd. Another tracker.
He rolls his eyes out of this universe and into the next before he smashes it into oblivion between two rocks.
As he's starting to pick up his camp, he hears something. Not the birds and squirrels and everything else he's started to become attuned to, but something like a boot on the ground. Another eye roll before he calls out into the woods.]
I know you're there.
He rolls his eyes out of this universe and into the next before he smashes it into oblivion between two rocks.
As he's starting to pick up his camp, he hears something. Not the birds and squirrels and everything else he's started to become attuned to, but something like a boot on the ground. Another eye roll before he calls out into the woods.]
I know you're there.
I should hope so. I'm not even trying to be quiet.
[ Barbara is still coming across the last ten or fifteen feet towards where Jason's been hunkered down for days (which she has memorized down to the coordinates even though Jason's tracker just blipped out). She'd decided to give him space and time—and asked the boys both to, too—but four days was a good bit of time. Time enough to know he was still hiding and hadn't left the area even for provisions.
She also has a handful of those in her bag. ]
I'd worry more if you didn't.
[ Barbara is still coming across the last ten or fifteen feet towards where Jason's been hunkered down for days (which she has memorized down to the coordinates even though Jason's tracker just blipped out). She'd decided to give him space and time—and asked the boys both to, too—but four days was a good bit of time. Time enough to know he was still hiding and hadn't left the area even for provisions.
She also has a handful of those in her bag. ]
I'd worry more if you didn't.
Edited 2025-07-04 12:39 (UTC)
[Jason turns on the spot to see someone who is familiar in an uncanny way, but not quite fully recognizing her. It takes him a moment as she approaches before realizing who she is.
And, naturally, the first words out of his mouth are,] How the fuck are you walking?
And, naturally, the first words out of his mouth are,] How the fuck are you walking?
[ She's not all that surprised those are the first words out his mouth, but it definitely throws an interesting comparison between the second and third Jason again—where the other had noted, but not asked, until they were flung into unasked for sharing of Joker memories. At least she's grown accustomed to this question since arriving in Etraya over a year ago. ]
An experimental surgery. [ Plus, the four she caused. ] There's a neural implant connecting my lower spine to my brain. It didn't fix my spine, but I have a better ability to be mobile as long as it lasts. Which could be for a few years, or it could stop tomorrow. There are no promises that come with it, and I still need my chair from time to time, even here.
[ Beat.
Because it's Jason.
Any Jason. Every Jason. ]
I still went through the same circumstances as your Barbara. With the Joker.
[ The exit and entrance wound from that bullet are still clear and present on her body forever. ]
An experimental surgery. [ Plus, the four she caused. ] There's a neural implant connecting my lower spine to my brain. It didn't fix my spine, but I have a better ability to be mobile as long as it lasts. Which could be for a few years, or it could stop tomorrow. There are no promises that come with it, and I still need my chair from time to time, even here.
[ Beat.
Because it's Jason.
Any Jason. Every Jason. ]
I still went through the same circumstances as your Barbara. With the Joker.
[ The exit and entrance wound from that bullet are still clear and present on her body forever. ]
Wait, you're serious?
[Because when did any Bat, no matter distantly related to the family, do anything 'experimental.' He watches her move and is absolutely fascinated for a moment or two before he remembers his manners. It's not nice to stare after all.]
Okay. So you're what here to bring me in? Tie me up like I'm some kind of medieval delinquent?
[Because when did any Bat, no matter distantly related to the family, do anything 'experimental.' He watches her move and is absolutely fascinated for a moment or two before he remembers his manners. It's not nice to stare after all.]
Okay. So you're what here to bring me in? Tie me up like I'm some kind of medieval delinquent?
[ Oh, you'd be surprised, Baby Jay, just what her world has tried. She doesn't mind the surprised traction of not being able to stop looking at her, and she goes about puling her bag around to one side and starting to unzip it ]
Completely serious. Got a long line of spinal scars to show for it.
[ Please don't make her show you. It's not that she wouldn't, instantly, if he demanded it, if he ~needed~ it, she was ready-ish to, she accepted a good number of potentials coming out here as a peace offering. It just still makes her ... uncomfortable. Even just in her own skin. Even with the people she doesn't mind losing all of her clothes for. It's just. What it is. ]
Actually, I was thinking maybe we could just talk. I brought some water, beef jerky, fruit, sandwiches, etc. Nothing fancy, like Alfred made, but I'm no slouch when it comes to buying the nice things when I can find them here.
Completely serious. Got a long line of spinal scars to show for it.
[ Please don't make her show you. It's not that she wouldn't, instantly, if he demanded it, if he ~needed~ it, she was ready-ish to, she accepted a good number of potentials coming out here as a peace offering. It just still makes her ... uncomfortable. Even just in her own skin. Even with the people she doesn't mind losing all of her clothes for. It's just. What it is. ]
Actually, I was thinking maybe we could just talk. I brought some water, beef jerky, fruit, sandwiches, etc. Nothing fancy, like Alfred made, but I'm no slouch when it comes to buying the nice things when I can find them here.
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