#Deathxcko

[dementedspeedster]

it's the little things :)

Accepting || Send "It's The Little Things" + my muse will tell your muse something that they notice about them. @deathxcko

Thad clasps one of Jason's hands between his own and idly examines it between his own. Turning it this way and that way he looked at the veins raised beneath his skin, and the scars, marks, callouses, and lines that made up Jason's hands in particular.

People tended to think it was the fingerprint that was the most unique marker of person. No one else had your exact finger print, it was unmistakably yours, but from where Thad was standing that was just a minuscule difference in comparison to one's hands. How they looked, whether they were cut up or calloused or as soft as a babes, what you did with them, whether you ball them up into a fist or whether you held out a hand to another, all of it, that was all uniquely you.

"Y'know, I think you're gentler and kinder than you think are and than other people give you credit for. Sure, you're Red Hood, sure you've got a temper, and you're dangerous toward your enemies, but you're not just angry or dangerous. You are kind, and gentle, and fun, and you care about people. I see it in how keen you are on making sure myself and others are fed. How you wanna make sure people have the means to defend themselves. You're attentive and I think you think of others before you think of yourself. You're kinder to others than you are yourself."

He gives Jason's hand a squeeze between his own and holds his grasp there for a moment feeling Jason's warmth and in turn lets him feel his own.

"You've got so much more to offer than you think."

[dontworryitschillhere]

Continued from here @deathxcko.

"That's alright, I didn't need it." Dick shrugs his shoulders and smiles at his brother.

"Thank you for the crackers. Are you going to stay around for a little bit?" Dick asked, he took a couple crackers to munch on. He pushes the files he was working on off the couch, making room in case Jason wants to sit down.

[queryxecho]

"It's The Little Things"

Little things (aka let rosie get up in her feels about your muses) // Accepting @deathxcko

Hmm, beloved. How can someone who sees themselves as so dark, be such a light in the life of so many? We won't pretend like you aren't scarred, aren't angry, aren't littered with violence in your blood. But it's far from the whole of your being.

You, who would never miss the opportunity to tease and joke around the people you work with or love, like it's as easy as breathing. You, who despite everything 'family' might mean or not, would seem to always be there when it's needed. And for all the bullets and steel the Hood may have in reputation, the Narrows kids may as well see you as a mythic of their own making, far from malevolent. You would make a great dad if the Fates ever went that way. Not conventional by any means, but great.

Food is a love language by the way. It's an exceptional perk that yours happens to be delightful. It would feed the soul even if it didn't taste like a professional chef's though.

You're a complex swirl of paint. All sorts of colors mixed up to reflect the human we love. You're allowed to be vindictive and vengeful and still care too much. You just also don't have to do it alone. You don't have to let us in so long as we can still stand next to you. Baby steps and all that.

-<3 Diedre & Nina

[volucerrubidus]

☎ ( for @deathxcko )

Let Tim Do Your Voicemail || Accepting

"Hello world! I am probably busy with a theater production I'm not telling my family I'm in. If not that, then I'm spending time with my favorite brother, Tim Drake, and you should absolutely not bother me at all. In fact, if you're a cool buff lady, you should bother him instead, because he will bewitch you body and sou-- oh crap--"

There are shuffling noises in the background.

"Leave a messageokaybye--"

[fornora]

❛ let’s fuck some shit up is my legal middle name. ❜

from the hero

Freeze blinks owlishly, the motion unseen behind the red tint of his goggles. Jason's words have stopped him cold, his gloved hand hovering over the open mechanisms of his gun.

"I hope not," he says eventually. "That would be quite the name to carry through life."

He returns to his work, just as intent as previously. It takes him a few more minutes to speak again. "If you were unsure, that was a joke. Regardless. Are you ready?"

[gunsandpatches]

He's pacing. He's not even aware that he's pacing, but he is. That itch was growing stronger and stronger - but the paper files, the evidence, and the request were all in her hands now. All he needed to do was make the ask.

"I'm sure you understand my need for discretion on this project. I would be happy to do something in exchange for this favor."

@deathxcko is up to no good but war criminals stick together

Her eyes flickered up from the papers at the movement, and back down again. "Grant used to do that too," she muttered. Looking back up again, she gave him a 'really' look.

"Oh, Jason, am I losing my touch or something? Since when does Searchers deal in anything but discretion?" Uncle Sam wouldn't have her on payroll otherwise. As for as the public was aware, Searchers Inc was a private detective agency, that's all. Addie gently set down the papers, her charming playfulness fading away. This was a fucking lot to take in. It's touching a nerve she doesn't like to think about. Morel trafficked too.

"I'm guessing goodie Grayson and co aren't approving of this." Otherwise, he wouldn't be here. "Want your picks of The Toybox? I think you'll find almost everything you need or want. Honestly, I don't need the favor. If you don't do something about this, I promise if we told Rose, she would." Not that Addie wasn't above getting her own hands dirty.

Getting up, she tidied up the papers and gave them back, heels clacking out of her office towards an elevator.

"I think you'll like it more than my son does." Joey never really did have a love or appreciation for weapons.

[haeroes]

(for selina!) jason's here. and he has cookies to share.

"A little birdie told me about something very suspicious going on round 54th street. care to comment?" Does he actually have intel? Is he baiting?

@deathxcko said what he said | always accepting

"Hm." it's a noncommital sort noise, seemingly more interested in a nonexistent speck of dirt beneath a perfectly manicured nail. "Suspicious, you say?" Don't let her flat affect fool you, Jason-- Selina's interested in just how much you know. Green eyes flicker back to the plate of offered sweets-- ginger snaps? He's certainly come prepared with her favorites, she'll give him that. Still, she's not going to be the one to reveal her hand first. Lips purse into a tight line, expression unreadable save the flash of mischief in her green eyes. "Might have heard something about that. Might need to jog my memory a bit..." Or grease her palm a bit more. Come on, Jase-- did you really think the cat would fold for a plate of cookies? Tsk. Still, she's quite fond of the boy-- Selina shifts to make room on the plush loveseat, patting the cushion beside her to indicate he should join.

[arobinwithoutbatman]

@deathxcko from here

“Technically, I have codes and blueprints for the Justice League satellite that I’ve reworked for zapping myself short distances. The multiverse thing was a total accident.”

He slurped at the glass of water that had been forced on him. This is only his second visit here and he’s already being fussed over. He wasn’t dehydrated! He was fine! He just hadn’t had water yet this morning. Yet! Key word!

“It was Bruce’s gauntlet that gave me the idea. I was just looking over ideas for my gear on my tablet and totally minding my own business. And why wouldn’t I mess around with it a little? I tinker. That’s what I do.”

He was perched on the edge of the table rather than sitting on a chair. His swinging legs slowed, fingers tapping slowly against the water glass.

“...the others all know I figured out how to teleport. They’ve seen me use it to get around Gotham and in a fight.”

He spoke slowly, carefully picking his words. His shoulders were rising higher and higher.

“I haven’t exactly got around to telling them about the multiverse jumping thing?”

And honestly didn’t really want to. It was kinda nice being able to take a short break once in a while. No version of Gotham was nice or safe but being in a version of the city were Bruce was alive and he didn’t have to think about that whole mess? Where he could just be a sixteen year old boy full of feelings he isn’t sure what to do with? Oddly freeing and cathartic.

[chaosmultiverse]

@thewomanwholaughs count from the source (& tagging @deathxcko since thats the Jason they're talking about)

"Yes this about what you you did to Hood! That is personal you grinning punching bag!" After everything, after years of trying to find a new home, they still only had Red Hood, he was still the only person who cared about them.

Their grip tightened around the knifes handle, they glared at the clown, it was hard to not focus on her face or on her neck.

They did listen though without interruption, only to seem to realize something at the end, something that made them laugh in a bitter tone.

"You think I care about being a hero?-" they spoke in a honestly bewildered tone "-Huh you don't keep as close a eye on him as you act like you do."

"I became his sidekick before he started wearing that stupid bat symbol on his chest, I became this to kill. I don't give two shits how anyone sees me, I don't care if Batman himself comes after me to drag me to Arkham." They moved the knife slightly closer.

"...Honestly I don't even care what he'll think. What matters is you won't be around to ruin any other life, that's worth whatever bullshit comes my way afterwards."

With that Sasha tries to slash at the Jokers throat, for someone with much more conbat experience it would be easy enough to side step, or allow it to draw some blood but not cut anything critical. Either way Scarlet wasn't playing games, they were here to get the job done.

[arkhamcalamity]

The hallucinations were getting worse.

All of this agonizing talk would lead to her reappearance. He gasped, clutching onto the pillow and trying to still his pounding heart. Jason shook his head, voice a little shaky and dazed,

"You're not... real. You're not real."

@deathxcko hasn't been sleeping well

"Does that ever actually help?" She plopped on the edge of the bed, and though of course it doesn't make so much as a wrinkle or dent, it feels right to do. She's not stupid, the bags under his eyes certainly give reason to believe this a figment.

"I mean, you see me. You hear me. Whether I am actually real or not seems irrelevant if it's real to your senses. I can't possibly be the worst figment. I have heard the terror of much more unpleasant delusions. You once did not mind my presense so much." Not that he remembers it well. That's alright too. Everyone forgets her eventually.

"You've bags under your eyes that would put Dicken's ghoulish descriptions to shame. Why?"

[starcitizens]

🕷️ @deathxcko liked for a starter from lonnie machin

Lonnie'd had his hands full ever since returning to Gotham. Though he had been slowly acclimating to allowing himself the elusive "free time," it was easy to fall back into the habit of working his fingers to the bone.

Not today, he'd decided. It was a rare sunny spring morning in the city, and he would try to enjoy it to the best of his ability. He'd missed spending long stretches of leisure time outside. Even rarer was the recent lack of rainfall, which meant the community garden in the converted Finger Warehouse needed a drink. Passing by his powered-down PC as he got ready to leave, he reminded himself that he had the opportunity to check his unread messages on the way over.

Okay, so say what you will about habits, but at least he was getting fresh air.

The small display screen on the arm of his wheelchair showed no pressing obligations. Lonnie tried to quash the restlessness building in his gut as he exited his building and rounded the street corner, but couldn't stop from idly tapping his unoccupied fingers on his knee. He hoped that seeing the plants would distract him, and told himself that this was good work, too. He did believe it, but integrating hands-on jobs into his MO also took some getting used to.

When he arrived at his destination, he was alone. Pressing the push button to open the front doors, he made his way inside and to the back of the room where the equipment was stored. Slipping on a pair of faded green gloves and hefting a small watering can into the sink, he filled it up to the waterline, made a beeline for the lettuce plot, and started to pour.

He was already feeling jumpy. It was no surprise that the sudden sound of footsteps caused his shoulders to tense.

Tightening his grip around the can handle, he slowly slipped his other hand towards his bag, where his collapsible stun baton rested inside. He made a fist around it, readying himself for whatever came next. A precaution. It was probably just one of the other regulars, but it still didn't hurt to be prepared.

Swallowing hard, Lonnie stayed in place, not bothering to turn around before greeting the new arrival with a single question;

"Yes?"

[dementedspeedster]

Jason flips the hoodie obnoxiously onto Thad's head- it seems like a perfect time to annoy his outlaw friend. Is it smart to antagonize a speedster? Probably not. Jason will indulge, regardless.

"This get-up is interesting! Got a hot date tonight, Inertia?"

@deathxcko

Thad rolls his eyes and lets out an amused laugh as he fixes his hoodie. Jason was lucky it was him because Thad wouldn't have tolerated razzing from many others.

The speedster crosses his arms and leans back against the wall behind him, "Oh, yeeeeah, yeah, definitely I got such a hot date that I went all out and dressed up in a hoodie." He snorts.

"You know me, Red. Just out and about and looking for trouble." Which wasn't far off from the truth. Thad was always looking for trouble. "What about you? What brings you out this late other than being an annoyance to me?" He jokingly teases.

[dontworryitschillhere]

❝ i took 20 bucks out of your bag last night. ❞

"Did you- Did you need it? Or did you just take it because I forgot it was there?" Dick hides his bag; he definitely wasn't looking for that 20 to get ice cream.

[queryxecho]

Even while sitting, there was too much energy - expression contorted and senses heightened. His knee bounced, and his eyes kept searching the perimeter, back to the files, back to their faces, to his hands. There was a distinct time limit, a small window of opportunity that he was working with, here. Jason couldn't waste it.

"I don't have the skill set to build these safely, or quickly enough. And the more distraction I can get, the more time I have to get the job done."

@deathxcko has got lots on the mind

They're not missing the nervous- no, maybe that's not the right word- energy of something for sure as they read over the papers. It's practically buzzing around him, but it's a feeling they can't quite place. Anxious doesn't seem quite right even though the ticks would support it.

"We can build them," Nina shrugged. With little problems on their end, definitely faster than most people could get it together. That said, they were sharing some sort of silent look before looking back at Jason.

"Jay," Dee started softly, "you don't know how much underlings know about this though. We'd do almost anything you ask, including this, but..." she trailed a bit trying to find how to put it. "You're a little off right now. It's not like you to get this... high-strung? About a case. I'm not saying it's not bad, it's fucking bad, but you're hitting with a lot. We're just making sure you're sure before we start. I know you have a time deadline, but I just want you to think for a minute to make sure. Especially if you're feeling like you can take on the world."

[volucerrubidus]

"One off and I'm the whore?!"

[bishimightwing]

@deathxcko asked: eavesdrop send me “eavesdrop” and my muse will describe your muse like they’re talking to a third party.

"Jason is someone I'd be careful thinking you know better than he knows himself. With all that's trifled him in his life, the most grueling of self-discovery, and harsh decisions have burdened him into the man he's been, and the better man he's trying to be."

However, Dick is nothing if not willing to redeem his brother. Any of them.

"He'd also like to be commended for his efforts, and to not be reminded that he went rogue before. All in all, I believe he's coming along great. And most of his anguish is hardly his fault at all."

He sighed, dryly, heavily, remembering he had a mug of relaxing tea beside him while sharing these words with a Titan. "Plus, he came around for me a few times when I screwed up. I owe him my life. Much of it, too, because I was never around enough when he was younger."