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[jp-todd-rp]

And there it was.

The truth of it all.

Rape.

And as limp as Dick made himself, Jason held on. He was stronger now, he noted. Taller. And physically strong enough to keep Dick straight enough to be looked dead in the eye. And Jason held that doped out, angry glare.

He was going to kill her.

Slowly.

And then he was going to tear into Barbara and the new kid for letting this happen. How did they not see how bad things were getting for Dick? How the hell did they leave him alone too? They were supposed to be a fucking family -

Whatever was left of it.

Jason dropped him back on the couch with a huff, and he turned silently. ''Go to sleep. I'll talk to you in the morning,'' and with that, Jason turned to head back out the door.

Closed starter for @jp-todd-rp | Arkham verse

The dust had settled, but picking up the pieces was a monumental task. Even months later, it still felt as if Gotham was haunted by the events of that night. Jim Gordon was elected mayor and vowed to crack down on corruption in the GCPD while the city rebuilt. Bruce Wayne was hailed as a hero, the city’s martyr. He was awarded sainthood by the populace as all saints were: posthumously.

The absence of the Bat was a gaping wound for the city. For the family, conflicting attitudes prevailed. Dick had been forced to abandon Blüdhaven almost entirely. Even with Tim’s help, Gotham was a beast all it’s own. Despite Dick’s assurances that the pair could enjoy their honeymoon—they’d returned early thanks to Two-Face.

And then there was Jason. Truth be told, Dick hadn’t allowed himself to think on it. The guilt hadn’t faded over the the years. He still saw that godforsaken video in his nightmares. When it was at it worst, he’d hear voices too. He’d been assured it was a trauma response brought on by years of living the life he had. He didn’t fully believe he hadn’t lost his mind. The sleeping pills helped. Sometimes.

Barbara thought she was keeping her contact with Jason a secret for now. Dick let her believe it and Tim kept his disapproval unvoiced. For now. A delicate peace had been struck. Red Hood controlled the worst of the organized crime while Nightwing and Robin focused on the smaller scale, but no less dangerous activities closer to the city center.

Dick had been content to kick that can down the road, but some shithead from Gotham U had other ideas. He’d fled, no doubt thinking that daddy’s money and connections could save him from the consequences of his actions. Robin was with the girl now, no doubt letting Barbara do the majority of the talking while he waited for the police to show up.

By the time Dick feel’s the eyes burning a hole into his back, he’s already left the bastard hanging upside down from a street lamp longer than was strictly healthy. He lets his escrima “slip” and send another jolt of electricity down the wire. He pulls his hair back into a ponytail casually, keenly aware this could turn into a fight. Bruce would scold him for keeping it long—it gave an enemy something to grab onto. Catalina hadn’t like it long either. He hadn’t cut it since.

“Is he one of yours?” Dick asks, turning his head so he could properly make out the ghost standing not to far away. His chest tightens anyways. It’ll be worse when he hears his voice. He knows it.

[aion-rsa]

Is Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League in the Arkhamverse?

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The reveals of Rocksteady’s Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League and WB Montreal’s Gotham Knights at DC Fandome was certainly exciting but resulted in quite a bit of confusion regarding how (or if) these games share the same universe.

The heart of this confusion can be traced back to the reveal of Gotham Knights. The debut Gotham Knights trailer kicks off with Bruce Wayne confirming that he is dead, which echoes the ending of Batman: Arkham Knight in which Bruce Wayne seemingly kills himself as part of the Knightfall Protocol.

That trailer strongly suggested that Gotham Knights was a sequel or continuation of the plot of Arkham Knight, but WB later revealed that is not the case. In fact, Gotham Knights will feature several notable deviations from the “Arkhamverse.” It just so happens to share some similarities.

The confirmation of that information left fans with two seemingly simple questions: “Is Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League in the Arkhamverse?” and “Why in the love of all things good are there so many universes for these games?” We’re not sure how to answer that second question, but we do finally have an answer for the first.

“This is a continuation of the Arkhamverse, so a lot of the threads and storylines you’re going to see come to fruition in this game,” said Rocksteady Studios’ Sefton Hill during a DC Fandome interview. Sadly, Hill did not expand on what, exactly, that mean’s for the game’s plot and world.

Despite a lack of official specifics, that simple statement not only confirms that Suicide Squad is a continuation of the Arkhamverse (despite not being a direct continuation of the Arkham games) but suggests a few intriguing possibilities.

The first involves Batman himself. While WB says that Batman is dead in Gotham Knights (despite our doubts on that subject), the extended ending of Arkham Knight suggests that Bruce Wayne may still be alive and utilizing Scarecrow’s fear toxins to create an altered (and terrifying) version of himself. Not only does that mean that Batman could appear in the Justice League that the Suicide Squad is trying to kill, but that idea kind of stylistically meshes with the deadly version of Superman we see in the Kill the Justice League trailer.

Additional loose plot threads the game could address include the death of The Joker, Gordon’s reign as mayor of Gotham City, and a cameo or two from some of the members of the Batman rogue gallery presumed to still be alive following the events of Arkham Knight.

This whole situation is more muddled than it ever needed to be, but we’re glad that Rocksteady (kind of) cleared this up and we’re eager to get our hands on Kill the Justice League sometime in (*sighs*) 2022.

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[jp-todd-rp]

Jason watched Dick sink down to the floor with a grimace and his gaze flickered to his helmet. "A hummingbird? That's a new one."

And a kinder him, in another life, in another world, would have left it at that. Let Dick stew in his misery until he was coherent enough to make sense again.

But Jason wasn't kind.

It had been beaten out of him. And Jason knew only to push where it hurt.

"Don't play dumb," Jason growled. "Or do you really wanna hear all the red flags you're exuding regarding trauma responses in sexual abuse victims? It's all over you, fucking shit, Dick, you really think getting high out of your mind to let someone else have a go will fix anything? She took advantage of you, because, what - you let her kill? Blockbuster was a fucking piece of work, he deserves death. And so does she. Pick yourself up, damn it," and Jason went to him, lifing him up, "you're Nightwing."

Closed starter for @jp-todd-rp | Arkham verse

The dust had settled, but picking up the pieces was a monumental task. Even months later, it still felt as if Gotham was haunted by the events of that night. Jim Gordon was elected mayor and vowed to crack down on corruption in the GCPD while the city rebuilt. Bruce Wayne was hailed as a hero, the city’s martyr. He was awarded sainthood by the populace as all saints were: posthumously.

The absence of the Bat was a gaping wound for the city. For the family, conflicting attitudes prevailed. Dick had been forced to abandon Blüdhaven almost entirely. Even with Tim’s help, Gotham was a beast all it’s own. Despite Dick’s assurances that the pair could enjoy their honeymoon—they’d returned early thanks to Two-Face.

And then there was Jason. Truth be told, Dick hadn’t allowed himself to think on it. The guilt hadn’t faded over the the years. He still saw that godforsaken video in his nightmares. When it was at it worst, he’d hear voices too. He’d been assured it was a trauma response brought on by years of living the life he had. He didn’t fully believe he hadn’t lost his mind. The sleeping pills helped. Sometimes.

Barbara thought she was keeping her contact with Jason a secret for now. Dick let her believe it and Tim kept his disapproval unvoiced. For now. A delicate peace had been struck. Red Hood controlled the worst of the organized crime while Nightwing and Robin focused on the smaller scale, but no less dangerous activities closer to the city center.

Dick had been content to kick that can down the road, but some shithead from Gotham U had other ideas. He’d fled, no doubt thinking that daddy’s money and connections could save him from the consequences of his actions. Robin was with the girl now, no doubt letting Barbara do the majority of the talking while he waited for the police to show up.

By the time Dick feel’s the eyes burning a hole into his back, he’s already left the bastard hanging upside down from a street lamp longer than was strictly healthy. He lets his escrima “slip” and send another jolt of electricity down the wire. He pulls his hair back into a ponytail casually, keenly aware this could turn into a fight. Bruce would scold him for keeping it long—it gave an enemy something to grab onto. Catalina hadn’t like it long either. He hadn’t cut it since.

“Is he one of yours?” Dick asks, turning his head so he could properly make out the ghost standing not to far away. His chest tightens anyways. It’ll be worse when he hears his voice. He knows it.

[jp-todd-rp]

Not yet.

And Jason sat the bucket down with maybe a tad too much force behind the movement, the message loud and clear.

''Because I saw the way you reacted when Barbara was looking in through the camera in the alley. And I personally don't feel like dropping by those neck of the woods.'' Jason unclasped his helmet at that, and for the first time since coming back to Gotham, Jason and Dick faced each other. Eye to eye.

''This, right now, is more than enough. And whatever you're dealing with right now, I didn't think you'd want Barbie hovering over you when you're going to be hanging over that bucket in a few hours.''

Closed starter for @jp-todd-rp | Arkham verse

The dust had settled, but picking up the pieces was a monumental task. Even months later, it still felt as if Gotham was haunted by the events of that night. Jim Gordon was elected mayor and vowed to crack down on corruption in the GCPD while the city rebuilt. Bruce Wayne was hailed as a hero, the city’s martyr. He was awarded sainthood by the populace as all saints were: posthumously.

The absence of the Bat was a gaping wound for the city. For the family, conflicting attitudes prevailed. Dick had been forced to abandon Blüdhaven almost entirely. Even with Tim’s help, Gotham was a beast all it’s own. Despite Dick’s assurances that the pair could enjoy their honeymoon—they’d returned early thanks to Two-Face.

And then there was Jason. Truth be told, Dick hadn’t allowed himself to think on it. The guilt hadn’t faded over the the years. He still saw that godforsaken video in his nightmares. When it was at it worst, he’d hear voices too. He’d been assured it was a trauma response brought on by years of living the life he had. He didn’t fully believe he hadn’t lost his mind. The sleeping pills helped. Sometimes.

Barbara thought she was keeping her contact with Jason a secret for now. Dick let her believe it and Tim kept his disapproval unvoiced. For now. A delicate peace had been struck. Red Hood controlled the worst of the organized crime while Nightwing and Robin focused on the smaller scale, but no less dangerous activities closer to the city center.

Dick had been content to kick that can down the road, but some shithead from Gotham U had other ideas. He’d fled, no doubt thinking that daddy’s money and connections could save him from the consequences of his actions. Robin was with the girl now, no doubt letting Barbara do the majority of the talking while he waited for the police to show up.

By the time Dick feel’s the eyes burning a hole into his back, he’s already left the bastard hanging upside down from a street lamp longer than was strictly healthy. He lets his escrima “slip” and send another jolt of electricity down the wire. He pulls his hair back into a ponytail casually, keenly aware this could turn into a fight. Bruce would scold him for keeping it long—it gave an enemy something to grab onto. Catalina hadn’t like it long either. He hadn’t cut it since.

“Is he one of yours?” Dick asks, turning his head so he could properly make out the ghost standing not to far away. His chest tightens anyways. It’ll be worse when he hears his voice. He knows it.

[jp-todd-rp]

Dick was dead weight.

But Jason was stronger.

And whoever saw them, knew well enough to leave them alone. It was the upside of having the Red Hood's reputation. As was having access to multiple safe houses across the city. Remnants of the Gotham Knight that Jason had never tossed aside.

Dark memories. But useful.

''Here we - '' and Jason half-dragged Dick inside before setting him down on the threadbare couch. ''Just don't - don't fucking move.''

Blanket. Water.

A pillow?

Definitely a protein bar.

Jason set it out all out for Dick, grateful for the fact that he had the foresight of keeping these places stocked. ''There. Get some rest. You'll be nursing one hell of a hangover, tomorrow, so good luck with that one. And for the record, if you hurl, you can clean it up yourself.''

Closed starter for @jp-todd-rp | Arkham verse

The dust had settled, but picking up the pieces was a monumental task. Even months later, it still felt as if Gotham was haunted by the events of that night. Jim Gordon was elected mayor and vowed to crack down on corruption in the GCPD while the city rebuilt. Bruce Wayne was hailed as a hero, the city’s martyr. He was awarded sainthood by the populace as all saints were: posthumously.

The absence of the Bat was a gaping wound for the city. For the family, conflicting attitudes prevailed. Dick had been forced to abandon Blüdhaven almost entirely. Even with Tim’s help, Gotham was a beast all it’s own. Despite Dick’s assurances that the pair could enjoy their honeymoon—they’d returned early thanks to Two-Face.

And then there was Jason. Truth be told, Dick hadn’t allowed himself to think on it. The guilt hadn’t faded over the the years. He still saw that godforsaken video in his nightmares. When it was at it worst, he’d hear voices too. He’d been assured it was a trauma response brought on by years of living the life he had. He didn’t fully believe he hadn’t lost his mind. The sleeping pills helped. Sometimes.

Barbara thought she was keeping her contact with Jason a secret for now. Dick let her believe it and Tim kept his disapproval unvoiced. For now. A delicate peace had been struck. Red Hood controlled the worst of the organized crime while Nightwing and Robin focused on the smaller scale, but no less dangerous activities closer to the city center.

Dick had been content to kick that can down the road, but some shithead from Gotham U had other ideas. He’d fled, no doubt thinking that daddy’s money and connections could save him from the consequences of his actions. Robin was with the girl now, no doubt letting Barbara do the majority of the talking while he waited for the police to show up.

By the time Dick feel’s the eyes burning a hole into his back, he’s already left the bastard hanging upside down from a street lamp longer than was strictly healthy. He lets his escrima “slip” and send another jolt of electricity down the wire. He pulls his hair back into a ponytail casually, keenly aware this could turn into a fight. Bruce would scold him for keeping it long—it gave an enemy something to grab onto. Catalina hadn’t like it long either. He hadn’t cut it since.

“Is he one of yours?” Dick asks, turning his head so he could properly make out the ghost standing not to far away. His chest tightens anyways. It’ll be worse when he hears his voice. He knows it.

[jp-todd-rp]

No one saved me, Jason wanted to shoot back.

Not even Bruce, with all his gadgets and intel, nor Barbara, with all her surveillance and date, had been able to find him. The Joker had been too damned keen on keeping him for that. It hadn't been Dick's fault - hell, it hadn't even been Bruce fault.

Not that, at least.

But then, Dick mentioned her. And all warning sirens called out at once. He was hiding from her. Married her, yet hid. Dick drowned himself in whatever he could lay his hands on, to avoid her.

Drinking.

Letting himself be drugged.

Chasing that numb feeling, another pair of hands -

Fury burned hot in Jason's chest, and he let go of Dick. ''You're coming with me. And you're going to fucking sleep this off. And then, you're going to tell me everything she did, so I can determine how long I'm going to make her scream before killing her.''

Closed starter for @jp-todd-rp | Arkham verse

The dust had settled, but picking up the pieces was a monumental task. Even months later, it still felt as if Gotham was haunted by the events of that night. Jim Gordon was elected mayor and vowed to crack down on corruption in the GCPD while the city rebuilt. Bruce Wayne was hailed as a hero, the city’s martyr. He was awarded sainthood by the populace as all saints were: posthumously.

The absence of the Bat was a gaping wound for the city. For the family, conflicting attitudes prevailed. Dick had been forced to abandon Blüdhaven almost entirely. Even with Tim’s help, Gotham was a beast all it’s own. Despite Dick’s assurances that the pair could enjoy their honeymoon—they’d returned early thanks to Two-Face.

And then there was Jason. Truth be told, Dick hadn’t allowed himself to think on it. The guilt hadn’t faded over the the years. He still saw that godforsaken video in his nightmares. When it was at it worst, he’d hear voices too. He’d been assured it was a trauma response brought on by years of living the life he had. He didn’t fully believe he hadn’t lost his mind. The sleeping pills helped. Sometimes.

Barbara thought she was keeping her contact with Jason a secret for now. Dick let her believe it and Tim kept his disapproval unvoiced. For now. A delicate peace had been struck. Red Hood controlled the worst of the organized crime while Nightwing and Robin focused on the smaller scale, but no less dangerous activities closer to the city center.

Dick had been content to kick that can down the road, but some shithead from Gotham U had other ideas. He’d fled, no doubt thinking that daddy’s money and connections could save him from the consequences of his actions. Robin was with the girl now, no doubt letting Barbara do the majority of the talking while he waited for the police to show up.

By the time Dick feel’s the eyes burning a hole into his back, he’s already left the bastard hanging upside down from a street lamp longer than was strictly healthy. He lets his escrima “slip” and send another jolt of electricity down the wire. He pulls his hair back into a ponytail casually, keenly aware this could turn into a fight. Bruce would scold him for keeping it long—it gave an enemy something to grab onto. Catalina hadn’t like it long either. He hadn’t cut it since.

“Is he one of yours?” Dick asks, turning his head so he could properly make out the ghost standing not to far away. His chest tightens anyways. It’ll be worse when he hears his voice. He knows it.

[jp-todd-rp]

''Enjoying your - you're fucking doped up out of your mind!'' Jason snapped, and he resisted the urge to slam the other man up against the wall to knock some sense into him. ''And I don't care -''

'Liar, liar, pants on fire!'

Jason gritted his teeth against the sharp drawl of the clown in his head. ''Fucking hell, you were supposed to step into his shoes with my damned Replacement, and here you are, allowing yourself to get drugged and -''

And Dick needed to be off the streets.

ASAP.

''I'm getting you out of here,'' Jason declared, tone cold, and he reached for Dick again, pulling him up and away from the wall, ''and then Barbie can figure out what the hell is wrong with you. You're supposed to be -''

Supposed to be a hero. You never found me, but I never blamed you because you're my hero.

Closed starter for @jp-todd-rp | Arkham verse

The dust had settled, but picking up the pieces was a monumental task. Even months later, it still felt as if Gotham was haunted by the events of that night. Jim Gordon was elected mayor and vowed to crack down on corruption in the GCPD while the city rebuilt. Bruce Wayne was hailed as a hero, the city’s martyr. He was awarded sainthood by the populace as all saints were: posthumously.

The absence of the Bat was a gaping wound for the city. For the family, conflicting attitudes prevailed. Dick had been forced to abandon Blüdhaven almost entirely. Even with Tim’s help, Gotham was a beast all it’s own. Despite Dick’s assurances that the pair could enjoy their honeymoon—they’d returned early thanks to Two-Face.

And then there was Jason. Truth be told, Dick hadn’t allowed himself to think on it. The guilt hadn’t faded over the the years. He still saw that godforsaken video in his nightmares. When it was at it worst, he’d hear voices too. He’d been assured it was a trauma response brought on by years of living the life he had. He didn’t fully believe he hadn’t lost his mind. The sleeping pills helped. Sometimes.

Barbara thought she was keeping her contact with Jason a secret for now. Dick let her believe it and Tim kept his disapproval unvoiced. For now. A delicate peace had been struck. Red Hood controlled the worst of the organized crime while Nightwing and Robin focused on the smaller scale, but no less dangerous activities closer to the city center.

Dick had been content to kick that can down the road, but some shithead from Gotham U had other ideas. He’d fled, no doubt thinking that daddy’s money and connections could save him from the consequences of his actions. Robin was with the girl now, no doubt letting Barbara do the majority of the talking while he waited for the police to show up.

By the time Dick feel’s the eyes burning a hole into his back, he’s already left the bastard hanging upside down from a street lamp longer than was strictly healthy. He lets his escrima “slip” and send another jolt of electricity down the wire. He pulls his hair back into a ponytail casually, keenly aware this could turn into a fight. Bruce would scold him for keeping it long—it gave an enemy something to grab onto. Catalina hadn’t like it long either. He hadn’t cut it since.

“Is he one of yours?” Dick asks, turning his head so he could properly make out the ghost standing not to far away. His chest tightens anyways. It’ll be worse when he hears his voice. He knows it.

[jp-todd-rp]

Either Jason's memory had all been fucked up - which, to be fair, most likely - or Dick's punches had lost most of their bite. Jason avoided to being hit easily. Even the kick to his shin barely made a dent through the armor.

Jason held on to Dick, half-dragging him away from whatever hellhole Dick had crawled into, and ignoring the way his stomach clenched at Dick's pleading. But Barbara had been right; something was wrong.

''Stop it -'' Jason hissed, only letting Dick go when they're in another alley, away from the club, and under the cover of a lot more privacy. Apart from the camera perched on the corner of the adjacent building. ''What is this,'' Jason demanded, ''are you undercover?''

Closed starter for @jp-todd-rp | Arkham verse

The dust had settled, but picking up the pieces was a monumental task. Even months later, it still felt as if Gotham was haunted by the events of that night. Jim Gordon was elected mayor and vowed to crack down on corruption in the GCPD while the city rebuilt. Bruce Wayne was hailed as a hero, the city’s martyr. He was awarded sainthood by the populace as all saints were: posthumously.

The absence of the Bat was a gaping wound for the city. For the family, conflicting attitudes prevailed. Dick had been forced to abandon Blüdhaven almost entirely. Even with Tim’s help, Gotham was a beast all it’s own. Despite Dick’s assurances that the pair could enjoy their honeymoon—they’d returned early thanks to Two-Face.

And then there was Jason. Truth be told, Dick hadn’t allowed himself to think on it. The guilt hadn’t faded over the the years. He still saw that godforsaken video in his nightmares. When it was at it worst, he’d hear voices too. He’d been assured it was a trauma response brought on by years of living the life he had. He didn’t fully believe he hadn’t lost his mind. The sleeping pills helped. Sometimes.

Barbara thought she was keeping her contact with Jason a secret for now. Dick let her believe it and Tim kept his disapproval unvoiced. For now. A delicate peace had been struck. Red Hood controlled the worst of the organized crime while Nightwing and Robin focused on the smaller scale, but no less dangerous activities closer to the city center.

Dick had been content to kick that can down the road, but some shithead from Gotham U had other ideas. He’d fled, no doubt thinking that daddy’s money and connections could save him from the consequences of his actions. Robin was with the girl now, no doubt letting Barbara do the majority of the talking while he waited for the police to show up.

By the time Dick feel’s the eyes burning a hole into his back, he’s already left the bastard hanging upside down from a street lamp longer than was strictly healthy. He lets his escrima “slip” and send another jolt of electricity down the wire. He pulls his hair back into a ponytail casually, keenly aware this could turn into a fight. Bruce would scold him for keeping it long—it gave an enemy something to grab onto. Catalina hadn’t like it long either. He hadn’t cut it since.

“Is he one of yours?” Dick asks, turning his head so he could properly make out the ghost standing not to far away. His chest tightens anyways. It’ll be worse when he hears his voice. He knows it.

[jp-todd-rp]

And at that, Jason couldn't quite keep the spark of anger out of his tone. ''Interesting choice of partner there,'' Jason bit out. ''And an interesting way to celebrate the nuptials. Does Catalina dearest know that her husband is inviting strangers into his bed whilst he's drunk? Or was the shock of her... other identity too much to handle? Quite the venomous type, isn't she?''

Dick was ready for a move - Jason could see it in the way he held himself - but Jason was sober. And angry.

And quicker.

He reached out, dodging Dick's initial counter, to grab him by the shirt. ''You're not going back in there. And you're going to explain what the hell is going on. To Babs -'' Jason was quick to add, because he couldn't get involved in this. He wasn't even supposed to be here, if not for Babs' worry. This family, these people... they couldn't mean anything anymore. Not if he wanted to keep whatever was left of his own sanity.

Closed starter for @jp-todd-rp | Arkham verse

The dust had settled, but picking up the pieces was a monumental task. Even months later, it still felt as if Gotham was haunted by the events of that night. Jim Gordon was elected mayor and vowed to crack down on corruption in the GCPD while the city rebuilt. Bruce Wayne was hailed as a hero, the city’s martyr. He was awarded sainthood by the populace as all saints were: posthumously.

The absence of the Bat was a gaping wound for the city. For the family, conflicting attitudes prevailed. Dick had been forced to abandon Blüdhaven almost entirely. Even with Tim’s help, Gotham was a beast all it’s own. Despite Dick’s assurances that the pair could enjoy their honeymoon—they’d returned early thanks to Two-Face.

And then there was Jason. Truth be told, Dick hadn’t allowed himself to think on it. The guilt hadn’t faded over the the years. He still saw that godforsaken video in his nightmares. When it was at it worst, he’d hear voices too. He’d been assured it was a trauma response brought on by years of living the life he had. He didn’t fully believe he hadn’t lost his mind. The sleeping pills helped. Sometimes.

Barbara thought she was keeping her contact with Jason a secret for now. Dick let her believe it and Tim kept his disapproval unvoiced. For now. A delicate peace had been struck. Red Hood controlled the worst of the organized crime while Nightwing and Robin focused on the smaller scale, but no less dangerous activities closer to the city center.

Dick had been content to kick that can down the road, but some shithead from Gotham U had other ideas. He’d fled, no doubt thinking that daddy’s money and connections could save him from the consequences of his actions. Robin was with the girl now, no doubt letting Barbara do the majority of the talking while he waited for the police to show up.

By the time Dick feel’s the eyes burning a hole into his back, he’s already left the bastard hanging upside down from a street lamp longer than was strictly healthy. He lets his escrima “slip” and send another jolt of electricity down the wire. He pulls his hair back into a ponytail casually, keenly aware this could turn into a fight. Bruce would scold him for keeping it long—it gave an enemy something to grab onto. Catalina hadn’t like it long either. He hadn’t cut it since.

“Is he one of yours?” Dick asks, turning his head so he could properly make out the ghost standing not to far away. His chest tightens anyways. It’ll be worse when he hears his voice. He knows it.

[jp-todd-rp]

There's a dangerous pull in Jason's gut at Dick's words. A flash of anger, of indignant rage. But with the words, came the memory of Slade's hands. His pull. The weight of his body down on -

Fucking bastard.

Jason tilted his chin up a little, reigning in his initial reaction. If Dick wanted to get a rise out of him, then fine. Two could play at that fucked up game. ''Plenty, if you have to know - that's the thing when you're making up for lost time, huh?''

The Red Hood took a step forward. ''Quit the bull, 'wing. Barbie's worried enough to contact me, of all people. What the fuck are you doing?''

Closed starter for @jp-todd-rp | Arkham verse

The dust had settled, but picking up the pieces was a monumental task. Even months later, it still felt as if Gotham was haunted by the events of that night. Jim Gordon was elected mayor and vowed to crack down on corruption in the GCPD while the city rebuilt. Bruce Wayne was hailed as a hero, the city’s martyr. He was awarded sainthood by the populace as all saints were: posthumously.

The absence of the Bat was a gaping wound for the city. For the family, conflicting attitudes prevailed. Dick had been forced to abandon Blüdhaven almost entirely. Even with Tim’s help, Gotham was a beast all it’s own. Despite Dick’s assurances that the pair could enjoy their honeymoon—they’d returned early thanks to Two-Face.

And then there was Jason. Truth be told, Dick hadn’t allowed himself to think on it. The guilt hadn’t faded over the the years. He still saw that godforsaken video in his nightmares. When it was at it worst, he’d hear voices too. He’d been assured it was a trauma response brought on by years of living the life he had. He didn’t fully believe he hadn’t lost his mind. The sleeping pills helped. Sometimes.

Barbara thought she was keeping her contact with Jason a secret for now. Dick let her believe it and Tim kept his disapproval unvoiced. For now. A delicate peace had been struck. Red Hood controlled the worst of the organized crime while Nightwing and Robin focused on the smaller scale, but no less dangerous activities closer to the city center.

Dick had been content to kick that can down the road, but some shithead from Gotham U had other ideas. He’d fled, no doubt thinking that daddy’s money and connections could save him from the consequences of his actions. Robin was with the girl now, no doubt letting Barbara do the majority of the talking while he waited for the police to show up.

By the time Dick feel’s the eyes burning a hole into his back, he’s already left the bastard hanging upside down from a street lamp longer than was strictly healthy. He lets his escrima “slip” and send another jolt of electricity down the wire. He pulls his hair back into a ponytail casually, keenly aware this could turn into a fight. Bruce would scold him for keeping it long—it gave an enemy something to grab onto. Catalina hadn’t like it long either. He hadn’t cut it since.

“Is he one of yours?” Dick asks, turning his head so he could properly make out the ghost standing not to far away. His chest tightens anyways. It’ll be worse when he hears his voice. He knows it.

[jp-todd-rp]

''Damn, what a welcome. I almost believe that you missed me, Blue Bird.''

Not that anyone was left around to pick up on the nickname. But Jason used it purposively. If Dick wanted to fuck off back to Blüdhaven and leave a suspicious paper trail for Babs to follow and then come back looking for trouble?

Jason would indulge.

Happily.

''You smell like you fell head first into a brewery,'' Jason drawled, straightening himself as best he could, pulling his bad shoulder. ''And a poor one at that. What crawled up your ass and died, huh, bird brain?''

Closed starter for @jp-todd-rp | Arkham verse

The dust had settled, but picking up the pieces was a monumental task. Even months later, it still felt as if Gotham was haunted by the events of that night. Jim Gordon was elected mayor and vowed to crack down on corruption in the GCPD while the city rebuilt. Bruce Wayne was hailed as a hero, the city’s martyr. He was awarded sainthood by the populace as all saints were: posthumously.

The absence of the Bat was a gaping wound for the city. For the family, conflicting attitudes prevailed. Dick had been forced to abandon Blüdhaven almost entirely. Even with Tim’s help, Gotham was a beast all it’s own. Despite Dick’s assurances that the pair could enjoy their honeymoon—they’d returned early thanks to Two-Face.

And then there was Jason. Truth be told, Dick hadn’t allowed himself to think on it. The guilt hadn’t faded over the the years. He still saw that godforsaken video in his nightmares. When it was at it worst, he’d hear voices too. He’d been assured it was a trauma response brought on by years of living the life he had. He didn’t fully believe he hadn’t lost his mind. The sleeping pills helped. Sometimes.

Barbara thought she was keeping her contact with Jason a secret for now. Dick let her believe it and Tim kept his disapproval unvoiced. For now. A delicate peace had been struck. Red Hood controlled the worst of the organized crime while Nightwing and Robin focused on the smaller scale, but no less dangerous activities closer to the city center.

Dick had been content to kick that can down the road, but some shithead from Gotham U had other ideas. He’d fled, no doubt thinking that daddy’s money and connections could save him from the consequences of his actions. Robin was with the girl now, no doubt letting Barbara do the majority of the talking while he waited for the police to show up.

By the time Dick feel’s the eyes burning a hole into his back, he’s already left the bastard hanging upside down from a street lamp longer than was strictly healthy. He lets his escrima “slip” and send another jolt of electricity down the wire. He pulls his hair back into a ponytail casually, keenly aware this could turn into a fight. Bruce would scold him for keeping it long—it gave an enemy something to grab onto. Catalina hadn’t like it long either. He hadn’t cut it since.

“Is he one of yours?” Dick asks, turning his head so he could properly make out the ghost standing not to far away. His chest tightens anyways. It’ll be worse when he hears his voice. He knows it.

[jp-todd-rp]

Dick was back.

And he was worse.

It hadn't taken long for Jason to find the connection between Catalina Flores and Tarantula - and in turn, with Blockbuster - and Jason had relayed the information to Barbara as quickly as he had been able, but without Dick in Gotham, Jason only got a piece of the picture.

And Babs didn't spill what she knew. If she knew anything.

But whatever it was, Dick was back in Gotham, and he was a far cry off the man Jason thought he knew and remembered. Worst of it... it was behavior Jason recognized.

''Got eyes on him,'' Jason muttered darkly into the comms as he watched Dick being hauled to his feet and into an alley. ''I'm going to intervene.'' And before Babs could reply, the Red Hood was already grappling down and towards the alley to drag Dick out by the scruff, if he fucking had to.

Closed starter for @jp-todd-rp | Arkham verse

The dust had settled, but picking up the pieces was a monumental task. Even months later, it still felt as if Gotham was haunted by the events of that night. Jim Gordon was elected mayor and vowed to crack down on corruption in the GCPD while the city rebuilt. Bruce Wayne was hailed as a hero, the city’s martyr. He was awarded sainthood by the populace as all saints were: posthumously.

The absence of the Bat was a gaping wound for the city. For the family, conflicting attitudes prevailed. Dick had been forced to abandon Blüdhaven almost entirely. Even with Tim’s help, Gotham was a beast all it’s own. Despite Dick’s assurances that the pair could enjoy their honeymoon—they’d returned early thanks to Two-Face.

And then there was Jason. Truth be told, Dick hadn’t allowed himself to think on it. The guilt hadn’t faded over the the years. He still saw that godforsaken video in his nightmares. When it was at it worst, he’d hear voices too. He’d been assured it was a trauma response brought on by years of living the life he had. He didn’t fully believe he hadn’t lost his mind. The sleeping pills helped. Sometimes.

Barbara thought she was keeping her contact with Jason a secret for now. Dick let her believe it and Tim kept his disapproval unvoiced. For now. A delicate peace had been struck. Red Hood controlled the worst of the organized crime while Nightwing and Robin focused on the smaller scale, but no less dangerous activities closer to the city center.

Dick had been content to kick that can down the road, but some shithead from Gotham U had other ideas. He’d fled, no doubt thinking that daddy’s money and connections could save him from the consequences of his actions. Robin was with the girl now, no doubt letting Barbara do the majority of the talking while he waited for the police to show up.

By the time Dick feel’s the eyes burning a hole into his back, he’s already left the bastard hanging upside down from a street lamp longer than was strictly healthy. He lets his escrima “slip” and send another jolt of electricity down the wire. He pulls his hair back into a ponytail casually, keenly aware this could turn into a fight. Bruce would scold him for keeping it long—it gave an enemy something to grab onto. Catalina hadn’t like it long either. He hadn’t cut it since.

“Is he one of yours?” Dick asks, turning his head so he could properly make out the ghost standing not to far away. His chest tightens anyways. It’ll be worse when he hears his voice. He knows it.

[jp-todd-rp]

If Jason had been moving, it would have been enough to make him stumble.

''A marriage license. You trying to tell me that the Golden Boy got hitched without telling anyone?'' Fucking doubtful. And certainly something that Jason would have picked up on in all his research before coming back to Gotham.

Catalina Flores.

As good a place to start as any.

''I'll tap into my sources regarding her. See what I can dig up.'' He owed her, after taking care of that woman earlier in the night. That's how he argued it. Just a favor for a favor. And for Barbara to bring it up to him, meant that it bothered her. ''I'll let you know when I find something of note, that alright?''

Closed starter for @jp-todd-rp | Arkham verse

The dust had settled, but picking up the pieces was a monumental task. Even months later, it still felt as if Gotham was haunted by the events of that night. Jim Gordon was elected mayor and vowed to crack down on corruption in the GCPD while the city rebuilt. Bruce Wayne was hailed as a hero, the city’s martyr. He was awarded sainthood by the populace as all saints were: posthumously.

The absence of the Bat was a gaping wound for the city. For the family, conflicting attitudes prevailed. Dick had been forced to abandon Blüdhaven almost entirely. Even with Tim’s help, Gotham was a beast all it’s own. Despite Dick’s assurances that the pair could enjoy their honeymoon—they’d returned early thanks to Two-Face.

And then there was Jason. Truth be told, Dick hadn’t allowed himself to think on it. The guilt hadn’t faded over the the years. He still saw that godforsaken video in his nightmares. When it was at it worst, he’d hear voices too. He’d been assured it was a trauma response brought on by years of living the life he had. He didn’t fully believe he hadn’t lost his mind. The sleeping pills helped. Sometimes.

Barbara thought she was keeping her contact with Jason a secret for now. Dick let her believe it and Tim kept his disapproval unvoiced. For now. A delicate peace had been struck. Red Hood controlled the worst of the organized crime while Nightwing and Robin focused on the smaller scale, but no less dangerous activities closer to the city center.

Dick had been content to kick that can down the road, but some shithead from Gotham U had other ideas. He’d fled, no doubt thinking that daddy’s money and connections could save him from the consequences of his actions. Robin was with the girl now, no doubt letting Barbara do the majority of the talking while he waited for the police to show up.

By the time Dick feel’s the eyes burning a hole into his back, he’s already left the bastard hanging upside down from a street lamp longer than was strictly healthy. He lets his escrima “slip” and send another jolt of electricity down the wire. He pulls his hair back into a ponytail casually, keenly aware this could turn into a fight. Bruce would scold him for keeping it long—it gave an enemy something to grab onto. Catalina hadn’t like it long either. He hadn’t cut it since.

“Is he one of yours?” Dick asks, turning his head so he could properly make out the ghost standing not to far away. His chest tightens anyways. It’ll be worse when he hears his voice. He knows it.

[jp-todd-rp]

About me.

''Never mind,'' Jason sighed. ''Just send me what you have and I'll see what I can overlap.'' But the name Barbara mentioned...

Tarantula?

The name rung a bell, but other than that... nothing.

''No. What kind of chatter?'' Because if Barbara had brought them up, it must mean something. To either him or her. Or Dick. Someone important. And Jason doubted he would contact Dick directly, but maybe he could help out. Somewhat, at least. Enough to keep Dick safe and away from him.

Closed starter for @jp-todd-rp | Arkham verse

The dust had settled, but picking up the pieces was a monumental task. Even months later, it still felt as if Gotham was haunted by the events of that night. Jim Gordon was elected mayor and vowed to crack down on corruption in the GCPD while the city rebuilt. Bruce Wayne was hailed as a hero, the city’s martyr. He was awarded sainthood by the populace as all saints were: posthumously.

The absence of the Bat was a gaping wound for the city. For the family, conflicting attitudes prevailed. Dick had been forced to abandon Blüdhaven almost entirely. Even with Tim’s help, Gotham was a beast all it’s own. Despite Dick’s assurances that the pair could enjoy their honeymoon—they’d returned early thanks to Two-Face.

And then there was Jason. Truth be told, Dick hadn’t allowed himself to think on it. The guilt hadn’t faded over the the years. He still saw that godforsaken video in his nightmares. When it was at it worst, he’d hear voices too. He’d been assured it was a trauma response brought on by years of living the life he had. He didn’t fully believe he hadn’t lost his mind. The sleeping pills helped. Sometimes.

Barbara thought she was keeping her contact with Jason a secret for now. Dick let her believe it and Tim kept his disapproval unvoiced. For now. A delicate peace had been struck. Red Hood controlled the worst of the organized crime while Nightwing and Robin focused on the smaller scale, but no less dangerous activities closer to the city center.

Dick had been content to kick that can down the road, but some shithead from Gotham U had other ideas. He’d fled, no doubt thinking that daddy’s money and connections could save him from the consequences of his actions. Robin was with the girl now, no doubt letting Barbara do the majority of the talking while he waited for the police to show up.

By the time Dick feel’s the eyes burning a hole into his back, he’s already left the bastard hanging upside down from a street lamp longer than was strictly healthy. He lets his escrima “slip” and send another jolt of electricity down the wire. He pulls his hair back into a ponytail casually, keenly aware this could turn into a fight. Bruce would scold him for keeping it long—it gave an enemy something to grab onto. Catalina hadn’t like it long either. He hadn’t cut it since.

“Is he one of yours?” Dick asks, turning his head so he could properly make out the ghost standing not to far away. His chest tightens anyways. It’ll be worse when he hears his voice. He knows it.

[jp-todd-rp]

If not for his helmet, Jason would have pinched the bridge of his nose. ''Great,'' he sighed, and he paused for a moment before he continued. ''I don't suppose you could send me a list of 'Wing's besties from Bludhaven? Would be nice if I knew what to look for... just in case.''

That was it.

Just in case.

''He say anything?''

Closed starter for @jp-todd-rp | Arkham verse

The dust had settled, but picking up the pieces was a monumental task. Even months later, it still felt as if Gotham was haunted by the events of that night. Jim Gordon was elected mayor and vowed to crack down on corruption in the GCPD while the city rebuilt. Bruce Wayne was hailed as a hero, the city’s martyr. He was awarded sainthood by the populace as all saints were: posthumously.

The absence of the Bat was a gaping wound for the city. For the family, conflicting attitudes prevailed. Dick had been forced to abandon Blüdhaven almost entirely. Even with Tim’s help, Gotham was a beast all it’s own. Despite Dick’s assurances that the pair could enjoy their honeymoon���they’d returned early thanks to Two-Face.

And then there was Jason. Truth be told, Dick hadn’t allowed himself to think on it. The guilt hadn’t faded over the the years. He still saw that godforsaken video in his nightmares. When it was at it worst, he’d hear voices too. He’d been assured it was a trauma response brought on by years of living the life he had. He didn’t fully believe he hadn’t lost his mind. The sleeping pills helped. Sometimes.

Barbara thought she was keeping her contact with Jason a secret for now. Dick let her believe it and Tim kept his disapproval unvoiced. For now. A delicate peace had been struck. Red Hood controlled the worst of the organized crime while Nightwing and Robin focused on the smaller scale, but no less dangerous activities closer to the city center.

Dick had been content to kick that can down the road, but some shithead from Gotham U had other ideas. He’d fled, no doubt thinking that daddy’s money and connections could save him from the consequences of his actions. Robin was with the girl now, no doubt letting Barbara do the majority of the talking while he waited for the police to show up.

By the time Dick feel’s the eyes burning a hole into his back, he’s already left the bastard hanging upside down from a street lamp longer than was strictly healthy. He lets his escrima “slip” and send another jolt of electricity down the wire. He pulls his hair back into a ponytail casually, keenly aware this could turn into a fight. Bruce would scold him for keeping it long—it gave an enemy something to grab onto. Catalina hadn’t like it long either. He hadn’t cut it since.

“Is he one of yours?” Dick asks, turning his head so he could properly make out the ghost standing not to far away. His chest tightens anyways. It’ll be worse when he hears his voice. He knows it.

[jp-todd-rp]

And -

Oh.

Jason stilled, unease trickling down his spine. They'd been a step ahead of him. She was safe and - and damn it, Jason should've just shot the bastard, just to make sure she would remain safe.

''He did -'' Jason admitted through gritted teeth. ''Look, it's complicated, okay? It's not every day you run into the guy they dressed up as to beat the crap out of you.'' And okay, shit. Oversharing. But damn it, seeing Dick - hearing him...

It had rattled him more than Jason wanted to admit. ''Tell him to keep to his side of the playground from now on.''

Closed starter for @jp-todd-rp | Arkham verse

The dust had settled, but picking up the pieces was a monumental task. Even months later, it still felt as if Gotham was haunted by the events of that night. Jim Gordon was elected mayor and vowed to crack down on corruption in the GCPD while the city rebuilt. Bruce Wayne was hailed as a hero, the city’s martyr. He was awarded sainthood by the populace as all saints were: posthumously.

The absence of the Bat was a gaping wound for the city. For the family, conflicting attitudes prevailed. Dick had been forced to abandon Blüdhaven almost entirely. Even with Tim’s help, Gotham was a beast all it’s own. Despite Dick’s assurances that the pair could enjoy their honeymoon—they’d returned early thanks to Two-Face.

And then there was Jason. Truth be told, Dick hadn’t allowed himself to think on it. The guilt hadn’t faded over the the years. He still saw that godforsaken video in his nightmares. When it was at it worst, he’d hear voices too. He’d been assured it was a trauma response brought on by years of living the life he had. He didn’t fully believe he hadn’t lost his mind. The sleeping pills helped. Sometimes.

Barbara thought she was keeping her contact with Jason a secret for now. Dick let her believe it and Tim kept his disapproval unvoiced. For now. A delicate peace had been struck. Red Hood controlled the worst of the organized crime while Nightwing and Robin focused on the smaller scale, but no less dangerous activities closer to the city center.

Dick had been content to kick that can down the road, but some shithead from Gotham U had other ideas. He’d fled, no doubt thinking that daddy’s money and connections could save him from the consequences of his actions. Robin was with the girl now, no doubt letting Barbara do the majority of the talking while he waited for the police to show up.

By the time Dick feel’s the eyes burning a hole into his back, he’s already left the bastard hanging upside down from a street lamp longer than was strictly healthy. He lets his escrima “slip” and send another jolt of electricity down the wire. He pulls his hair back into a ponytail casually, keenly aware this could turn into a fight. Bruce would scold him for keeping it long—it gave an enemy something to grab onto. Catalina hadn’t like it long either. He hadn’t cut it since.

“Is he one of yours?” Dick asks, turning his head so he could properly make out the ghost standing not to far away. His chest tightens anyways. It’ll be worse when he hears his voice. He knows it.