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itâs jasonâs birthday though
what's good, jay? long time, eh?
âyeah come here lets hug it out. fuck no.â
you get electrifying titties.
@crowbarrsâ!!!
innsania:
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          Lips  closed  around  the  SKINNY,  CURLY  straw  and  she  took  a  sip  of  the  drink.   â   Yâknow  Coca-Cola  used  tâ  have  REAL  COCAINE  in  it.   â   she  said  to  the  waitress  who  had  just  handed  her  the  soda  after  swallowing  the  caffeinated  beverage.   â   Peopleâd  be HIGH  AS  CAN  BE  nâ  nobody  could  figure  it  out.   â   Harley  giggled  MADLY  at  her  musings           just  PICTURING  a  suburban  mother  wondering  why  her  PERFECT  KIDS  were  acting  so  strangely.  â   So  WHY  IS  IT  that  this  huge  soda  company  can  make  this  huge  mistake  nâ  walk  of  SCOT  FREE   ???   â   So  the  POINT  of  her  mad  ramblings  was  finally  in  sight.   Harley  sat  back  in  the  booth  and  stared  at  her  red  lipstick  stain  which  clung  stubbornly  to  the  straw.   Devoid  of  ANY  WARNING,   Harley  retrieved  her  gun  from  the  inside  of  her  jacket  and  shot  the  glass full  of  the  beverage,   causing  it  to  spill  ALL  OVER  the  table  and  inch  off  the  edge  of  the  table  onto  the  ground  and  on  the  seat.   The  waitress  SCREECHED  and  began  to  run  away  from  the  blonde.  Harley  stood  to  her  heeled  feet  and  started  SHOOTING  EVERYWHERE          not  caring  enough  to  see  if  any  of  the  bullets  actually  hit  a  target.   People  were  ALL  TALKING,   but  Harley  heard  one  voice  beg  for  her  to  stop.   Laughter  SPILLED  OUT  at  the  plea.   NOTHING  COULD  STOP  Harley  when  she  got  like  this.   She  wasnât  even  sure  what  had  SET  HER  OFF           but  there  was  NO  POINT  in  dwelling  on  it.   Harley  KNEW  THAT  SHE  DIDNâT  have  much  time  until  one  of  Gothamâs  many  vigilantes  appeared  and  stopped  her           but  maybe  it  was  time  for  her  to  be  locked  up  again.   Itâd  be  like  a  FAMILY  REUNION.
âAlright, princess, enough with the bullet fest.â Red Hood came crashing in through the window. He was the closest to her location when the gunshots started, and of course, this was his part of town, the one he knew the most. And that place was one of his favorites. Consider this as well the fact that SHE was the clownâs little henchlady and even more and Jason was on edge.
Full craziness packed in a hot body, Harley Quinn had aided the Joker on the worst day of his life and such, Jason had no sympathy toward the clown. Surely it helped knowing that when his elbow connected with her arm, bending it and in consequence, allowing the gun to drop to the ground. âDo we do this the nice way or hard way, sweetheart?â Tone is spoke through husky tone, gritted teeth as one hand hold hers down, allowing people to leave the place.Â
âSOMEONE is eager to be on her cell again.â
alluringobsessions:
S P L E N D I D, P A I N F U L, F U N       words that skimmed and repeated L O U D L Y in the J O K E R thoughts. E Y E S locked, focused, D R I V E N onto the sounds that pierced into his E A R S. The S C R E A M S, the laughter, the D A N C I N G at his venue B R O U G H T a sense of S A N I T Y to himself.Â
S A N I T Y as much one C O U L D give to a serial killer W H O puts a S M I L E to everyone face. S T A R T I N G with the infamous H A R L E Y Quinn. Q U E E N was spotted with B A T M A N, king L E F T alone. T H I S version of C H E S S have his P A W N S winning for him. E V E R Y single moved attacked and N O N E missed.Â
B L O W after B L O W brought J O K E R to uncontrollable L A U G H T E R from his D R E A M Y state of his last and M O S T exciting kill. The D E A T H of a sweet, little B I R D planted red in his eyes.Â
âO H whatâs this? A F A N C L U B? Well S T A N D in line Y O U wonât be last.     H A H A H A.â J O K E R was B R O U G H T back to his physical S T A T E, arms flex toward the barrel of the gun. S H I N E Y, P O W E R and L U S T of the sweet smell of B R U I S E S swept into his M O U T H, lips apart his hand covered his lips with a N E W smile.
âC A R E F U L    â J O K E R snarled, S I L V E R teeth flashed, B A R K like a F I G H T I N G dog as his hands now moved to the gun. âI D O N â T need this to H U R T you really, really, B A D L Y. S O M E T H I N G tells me you       L O V E it.âÂ
H E A D tilt back with a E C H O I N G amounts of L A U G H. Back to his S E C L U D E D mind    O H how should he K I L L something he M I S S E D? With his O L D crowbar, of course.Â
âYou TALK too much, clown.â Words are spoken with the always underline threat, his voice, broken from the robin he once was, husky from the smoke he tastes everyday and from the pit that brought him back. Jason Todd had been REBORN to a path full of revenge that made him no better than the man standing before him. The laughter escaping the otherâs lips is the painful REMINDER of what happened all those years ago.
A reminder that Bruce did NOTHING to stop the Joker. Â Just put him behind bars and moved on. Finger moves quick as it fires a bullet near the Jokerâs feet, a warning shot, and Jason lifts the gun once more, reloading the chamber with another bullet. The promise of what he wants to do. He unlocks the mechanism under his helmet and lets it lift, revealing his features, the once soft features featured with BLOOD now harden with the passing of years and his life.
The âJâ brand on his cheek visible despite the pit itself. âSIT. DOWN.â The vigilante repeats once again, gritting voice under his teeth. âOr I tell my friends at Belle Reve to take down your precious QUEEN.â That is, if he even cares about Harley Quinn as he thinks he does.Â
Jason had observed the other for years, years of hiding in shadows and training, harvesting his anger toward the clown and more specially, to Batman. Betrayal made his blood BOIL.âIf Batman wonât kill you, then I will. Call it---poetic justice.â
@alluringobsessions (unholy reunion with the crowbar)
A RUMOR on the streets. Slowly creeping on everyoneâs minds, a new Red Hood had began to take over parts of Gotham underground network. Either work with him or you were gone. No mercy. Not one of Batmanâs allies. Not anymore. Â He made sure that people knew about him, what his deal was, the only way to take down crime was form the inside and even more, FEAR does nothing to stop it in Gotham, so he controls it.
And then he strikes the place he had been WANTING since he came back. The clownâs prints all over the club, the back of his mind rage with the memories of what came down almost 10 years ago. And the clown was still alive, BREATHING, despite everything he had done. But things were about to change as he open fire inside the crowded place, and Jason passes by easily the security, and that moron of Frost, cracking his knuckles in delight as he takes the henchmen down, firing a bullet to the manâs leg, stopping him from moving.
This business was between the clown and himself. And he got minutes? Maybe an hour before Batman even showed up. It was time to make sure everyone knew who Red Hood was. âNo no, please---SIT DOWN.â Commanding voice as a gun points at the Joker, mask hiding his features and his voice, a familiar echo of the bird he once was. âYou and I need to chat, Joker.â
alluringobsessions:
âHmm.â Dick didnât even notice he made a noise when J A S O N fingers laced in between his hair. Which, part of him was on guard. T I M E S like this with the other? Was rare and it almost made him believe that something was W R O N G. Heâll admit, it was a part of his B RÂ O T H E R he missed seeing before everything happened.
Hands trailed up to the others shoulders, arms now resting on it, he could feel himself wanting to move closer to the other, eyes wanting to close and just be whisked away. âI â M getting used to it because I D O N â T want to see you go.â Also by the simple fact, he wouldnât win the argument, but he didnât want Jason to know (or think) heâs W E A K.
There is just a small pull of his fingers as they lace on the black mess that was Dickâs hair. Jason finds himself liking to play with it the more they spended together, that is of course, when they werenât fighting. And Jasonâs attitude often lead to just that, because no sweet talks or sex could change what he wanted to do with Gotham.Â
Step closer, the taller man leans close, his hands moving to rest on the table behind Dick and trapping the otherâs body against his own. âHonestly, Grayson, if I leave is because you are a dick, not because you donât like my bad habits.â Jason points out as he lean his head to catch gaze of the otherâs blue eyes, a hand moving to take on the vigilanteâs chin and pull him closer.Â
âAnd when we fight it isnât JUST because of the smoke, donât we? Itâs because you and the old man donât approve of what I do.â
alluringobsessions:
N I G H T W I N G stay closed behind as he followed the other. âS T R E E T beats acrobatics? I â L L remember that the next time Iâm kicking you to the ground.â He smirked at his O W N statement, he didnât need guns to P U T down Jason, just his own bare hands. Heâll admit itâs hard to do so, simply by the fact itâs his brother Dick dealing with, not some lowlife criminal.
âTheyâre new.â Dick noticed the guns on the table then shrugged âor I havenât really seen you in a long time. Could be old.â He tends to speak to himself out loud, while he didnât directly look at Jason, it was for him. âYeah, cigarette in your mouth with T H I S decor? Yeah, fancy. I bet B R U C E would be jealous.â Dick teased.
He walked around the room, it was an eyesore to be honest, although this place wasnât final, so he could let the horrible taste slide for now. He removed his eyepiece and slowly set it next to Jasonâs taste in weapons, not his speed for obvious reasons. âD I D you want to forget what happens at the rooftops? Or are we going to continue it?â Dick was blunt, he wasnât going to play C A T and mouse.
Not to mention, he hardly S E E Jason and if he does, almost all the time it wasnât good.
âMaybe I let you win.â A complete lie. Dick beated his ass in a fair fight that ended up with him getting more punches that making them. But on a bad day, Jason believe he would be the one victorious. Guess he would have to wait and see what happens. âTheyâre not new.  You just donât like guns so better not notice them.â And to be certain, he unloaded the guns and leaving them there to rest on the table once again.Â
A smirk graces on his lips. âHa! Bruce jealous, the orphan boy who grew up in a mansion.â He knows its much more than that. But he is trying his best to put himself away from everyone on the batfamily. Not doing a good work considering he was now with Dick on his house after what took lead on the rooftops only moments ago. Blue eyes follow the others, inhaling the smoke with careless care and speaks, rising up the smoke to the ceiling. âIf I wanted to FORGET I wouldnât had invited you here, dickibird.â
âBut this is FUCKED UP you know.â Hell, if it was for him alone, he would be drinking as much booze as he could to be more bold. But Jason had always been reserved. âNo turninâ back from this, circus boy.â
inhxumane:
from hereâbextenrobin
  â identified : jason todd
    she knows what heâs going to do. she just doesnât know if he was actually going to through with it. she always knows when someone is about to do something. and it was easy to read jason when they were that close, cassandra off course patching him up AGAIN. she didnât mind it, the fixing him up part, she just didnât want him to get hurt. batgirl knew how much he meant to bruce even though he didnât show it and didnât want anybody have to go through that again. she didnât move though, perhaps she didnât WANT to move. the warmth radiating off of him was almost blinding and his touch was so soft despite the callous that covered his hands. lips touched for an instant , him waiting , her wanting. eyes shut in caution as she pressed her lips a little harder against his before a hand plants itself on his shoulder and pushes him back.  â   jason  âŠ.   âÂ
Itâs quiet after that. Jason isnât one to show affection, less be the one be the one to show it, considering the last time he cared about someone he was hurt shortly after.  But it made him feel odd, not entirely unpleasant and for a second, she had returned the affection. As she pushes him away, troubled blue eyes open and look back at her in silence. âCassandra.â He repeats the call of her name and breathes in. Its awkward then, as he doesnât move away from the spot she had pushed him over and looks away, avoiding eye contact. â---Thanks again.â Clear of his throat, the vigilante retrieves to his usual self, referring to her helping hand on his wounds and hands already moving to grasp around a cigar, as he might need one after what he did. âKind of a habit, uh?â And he puts the smoke on his mouth, lighting the tip and inhaling deeply.
arkham knight jason got me like *drools*
BOI he did that
that moment when the actors kink-shame you about finding Diablo attractive
Whoâs the most attractive Suicide Squad member?
you know the amount of hate/dislike toward matt daddario fancasting as jason todd makes me nervous to use my FC. itâs not hate but apparently if you choose a popular FC for the character people donât like it???
Jason and Cass in Batman & Robin Eternal #002
@inhxumane how to form relationships a guide by jason todd
dceu throwing so much easter eggs about jason todd
donât let me down
âAccomplice to the murder of Robin.â
âMAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON OUR SOULS.â Chato Santana/El Diablo. DCEU primary based.