#redhoodedtodd

[thegirlwondcr]

“Don’t mention them ever. They don’t exist. Do you understand?”

Emma had recently found a pretty decent lead as to where Joker's new hideout was, along with a long list of alarming things the clown was smuggling. She was excited to tell Jason about this because she assumed this might be a good mission for both of them to do together. After all, Bruce wouldn't let her within a mile of the clown.

Emma paused for a moment, more confused than anything. "What?" She stared at Jason momentarily, trying to figure out what he was getting at or if this was some weird sibling joke she did not know of. "Jason...I can't like not acknowledge certain rogues."

"And before you go into the whole speech, Bruce has given it to me like a hundred times. Joker is super dangerous, do not ever interact with him or his men ever." She said the latter in a very annoyed tone because the more Bruce told her to stay away, the more she wanted to look into it of course. "But like, if I'm out and someone's in danger, I'm not gonna just run away?" That's what she didn't understand. She was Robin, not some random defenseless citizen. "I've fought dudes twice--probably triple even--his size."

[bludhavenbirder]

“Was it me? Was it because of me?”

@redhoodedtodd

"No, Jay, I just made a stupid mistake," Dick sits up with a grunt. The nausea from the pain of moving and the way his vision blurs clears his mind for a moment.

Working with Jason since he had come back had been difficult, to say the least. Dick had spent his life watching the people he loved accomplish daring feats and survive insane situations. Usually, he could keep his fear in check. He trusted them to fight well, analyze the risks. And he knew Jason could do it, but seeing him almost get hit, almost losing him again, was too much for Dick.

Logic and reason fell from his mind and he had ran back into the fray. Dick knew he had gotten hit— he had just watched two bullets be dug from his skin and sutures stitched— but it had all happened so fast. Others were still out there, finishing the fight, but Dick was in a medical bay recovering.

"Just suffering from delusions of grandeur," He grimaces, moves his head to the side— he'd shake it if he didn't feel so ill. "Thanks for getting me out of there."

[thecreativeforge-a]

"Well, you would have, had you actually bothered to call every now and then instead of activating your SOS signal out of nowhere." Roy replied in turn, as equally sharp as Jason's response, though he was a little confused as to why Jason sounded so offended by the fact that he didn't know much about Roy's life.

To be fair, he was sure plenty of others who were closer would have answered the SOS. Why did he go out of his way to answer wasn't something he was sure of himself, but here he was, having to endure this behavior. Well, at the very least, the man was alright and he actually woke up.

"Well, unless you have some leftovers you want me to warm up for you, I suggest we'll order in. I'm a shit cook." He only knew some very basic things, and things Lian liked; he may be a wiz with gadgetry, machinery and technology, but cooking was a whole other beast he couldn't quite conquer. Part of it was probably due to his bad sense of smell and taste, remnants from his addiction days.

"Not really, haven't eaten. A little after I put you to bed, I got a nap myself. You're an effort to drag around." He teased.

"I don't know much about what's going on in your life," Jason grunted in response, sitting up and rubbing his head. And realizing he sounded a lot more like a bitter ex than he meant to towards a man he'd a) never dated in the fucking first place and b) was actually trying to be a decent fucking human... This is why you don't have friends, idiot.

A huff of a sigh and pale eyes find Roy, blue and green and deciphering any other potential reason the man might be there. It seemed he couldn't decide on one so he rolled his shoulders, hearing a satisfying pop. "I have some food... I think. I can order in. Have you eaten anything since you dragged me here?"

[demcntwins]

|| CLOSED || Danny & Jason ||

@redhoodedtodd

"Friend not foe, friend not foe!" The words were instinct when he realized that it was Red Hood who had grabbed him, he was pretty sure he'd been following him the last 10 minutes at least.

He should have expected as much, he wasn't exactly hiding himself from the bats and birds and part of him had been hoping to be spotted. He just hadn't planned on someone with the 'swing first' mentality to be the first one to spot him, maybe he should have. There was a chance none of them had been told about him since Damian probably thought him dead, and he looked enough like his twin to cause suspicion.

[onlytalia]

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"Well, this I did expect."

[nightwing-dcu-blog]

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// -huggles- Fell better hun, please!

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[ilovemypudin]

redhoodedtodd started following you

Hey! Aren't ya supposed ta be dead?

[thegirlwondcr]

Emma's expression slowly shifted from confusion to concern as he laid out the possible outcomes to her. She was searching for some sort of hint of sarcasm or giveaway that he was just teasing, but she couldn't find it. Things that could ruin her life, he was playing it as if it were the opposite. "Better off?" She questioned him. "Jason I'd have nothing."

Has she ever seen this side of him? She felt like she had seen glimpses of it from time to time, especially when under the topic of The Joker, but this situation just called for this. Emma assumed something like this Jason would have been waiting to do. Plus, Jason almost always likes to do the opposite of what Bruce does, so he felt like the obvious person to go to for this.

"Jeez Jason," Emma instinctively took a slight step back, but her eyes quickly glanced at the door. "You're not even making sense, Tim and Duke could get hurt too, y'know? I have the same training they did." If anything, she was starting to feel targeted, but why is Jason even doing this? Jason doesn't have an in-depth log of her skills like Bruce did. "Are you trying to say I'm a bad Robin?" It was exactly where her mind was now going with this.

He doesn't even twitch, the cold and dark expression staying. People said his eyes were unsettling-- the eyes of a dead man. And right now, all the life of them was gone. It was a haunting glare that was on the girl. "Yeah. You might get figured out. Might go to juvie, might be sent out of state. B shouldn't have more kids in this goddamn house. You'd be better off."

The tone is flat and quiet and certain. It isn't he doesn't like the young girl. In fact? He likes her company to some extent-- more than Damian or Tim. But they at least understand with Jason? There's a line. Tim knows how to step back, Damian can hold his own.

"So you'll send it to Tim. Or Duke. And you'll sit your happy ass down because I'm not fucking around right now, kid." He has stepped forward, and he's towering over her. Jason is built like a wall, even though he was smaller than this kid when he fell into the green of the Lazarus Pit, it's color flickering now in his eyes. "And if you think I'm letting you out the damn door? You're mistaken. I'm not Bruce. I'm not Dick or Tim. I don't care if people get hurt as long as they aren't my people."

[thecowlrestored-blog]

 redhoodedtodd started following you

Hey, Jason. It's been a while. You been holding up the front?

[nightwing-dcu-blog]

OOC:: SO YEAH I FINISHED EDITING THE IMAGES LIKE A BAWS.

I still need to do Ches because she wanted on as the creepy shipper.

[timothyluthor-blog]

redhoodedtodd started following you  Hello?  

[arobinwithoutbatman]

"Huh. Older than my Red Hood by quite a lot actually." And he just left it at that.

He at least had the sense to stay on the fire escape, he hadn't been invited in and also, tracking dirt through his home or safehouse would just be rude.

"I'm not bitey... oh! You mean Damian. Yeah he's not in my world."

Oh. Oh Hood was having a day off apparently... whoops.

"I'm... really sorry about interrupting your day off. I don't get to choose where I land." He was quiet for all of a minute. "And for your information, I got this from my Bruce and none of us, probably not even him, knew this would happen. None of us knew the multiverse was a thing."

He's still in trouble for keeping it from his siblings for so long.

Things growing awkward, Robin did what he knew when he'd run out of small talk topics. He wordlessly offered one of his spare granola bars as an apology. Who didn't like food? And it was all he had on him right now, anyway, other than his weapons, first aid kit and water.

Those were all words Jason wasn't a fan of. Teleportation he didn't trust. The few times he was thrown in one, he felt every damn cell like he was scattered in a thousand directions. And multiverse? That was just an invitation to trouble. Especially if this guy knew who Jason was. He was almost tempted to ask just how Catholic the Red Hood's real face was where the guy was from-- he was always curious after finding out about Father Todd.

"Yeah sounds like maybe someone like you shouldn't have that kinda shit in your hands, dumbass," he said irritably. But the helmet hides the confusion at all the questions. Why the hell should he answer them? Still. There was nothing harmful in them.

"Robin keeps his ass with the Bat, I don't want his bitey attitude over here. Little shit... and we work fine enough. I just like my goddamn peace, which you are interrupting." And then the last question. That one... was a little damn personal.

"Not quite twenty, not quite thirty." Not quite aging. But he didn't think that'd been noticed by... well. Anyone.

[nightwing-dcu-blog]

redhoodedtodd replied to your post: WHERE THE HELL DID YOU FIND BACON CEREAL?!

THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG IN THAT MIND OF YOURS!

IT IS MOTHER FUCKING DELICIOUS DON'T YOU JUDGE ME, TODD.

[maximummuses]

Red Hood wasn't the ideal bait, not really. Slade's heard of the name of course, but in his mission he didn't think of Red Hood as much of anything. An annoyance, sure, but not an annoyance that's worth picking up a contract on and not an annoyance he can't just wait out.

"If I had a dollar for every time I got that one, I'd retire." A bold-faced lie and he knows it. Deathstroke was his life now. For better and most certainly for worse. Retiring would be like forcing a shark to go vegetarian. It goes against both of their natures. "The good news is that no one's given me enough to punch your ticket yet, boy," Slade sneers from behind his mask. "Which means you're the bait. Not for the first time, I'm sure."

ALIEN (1979) PROMPTS @maximummuses

Slade said "Anybody ever tell you you look dead?"

There's a sneer across Jason's face as he looks at the other man, not quite happy in his current situation. Getting captured was never something one wanted out of an afternoon... less when it was someone like Slade. Being insulted didn't exactly make it better.

"Anybody ever tell you you look like a goddamn pirate?" Jason asked, though the answer to his question was yes. It was something in the eyes-- or the scent, he'd been told. Something looked wrong, something smelled wrong, and why shouldn't it? He was, after all, some kind of revenant. But the eyes were one of those things, too pale, one blue and one an unnatural sort of green. "Yeah, ha ha, I look dead. You gonna make that worse or am I just the worm on the hook?"