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No one came looking when I got out. { Indepent AU Jason Todd RP blog, please read disclaimer and history before interacting <3 thank you! } FC: Francisco Lachowski Magic Anon: None, currently accepting Tracked tag: clippedmywings

[clippedmywings-blog]

Now that Jason knew he wasn’t going to be hurt, he would have preferred to stay with this Bruce, but he wasn’t going to say so. It didn’t really seem like the man wanted him around anyway. “Guess not,” he shrugged, rubbing a dirty hand across his cold nose.

[manofgotham-deactivated20130506]

He noted his hesitation and sighed; this had to be about what the boy wanted, he reminded himself. “Unless you would prefer something else?”

[clippedmywings-blog]

Jason shrugged uncomfortably, a shiver running through him once more. "Like...staying with you?" he asked softly, teeth beginning to chatter in the bitter cold. He forced himself to stay still as a gust of wind made itself known; Gotham was always so frigid.

[clippedmywings-blog]

“Is it?” Jason asked, managing a small, soft smile, “I think it’s kinda cold.” It wasn’t bitter, not between the gap in the buildings, but it certainly wasn’t pleasant. He was still cautious of the female vigilante, not wanting her to think that he was up to any trouble.

[miss-lady-bat]

” … Perhaps you should try to stay warm?” She said, not moving from her position, not wanting to give him the impression that she was a threat, that she meant to do him harm. “Seek refuge in your home … “

[clippedmywings-blog]

Jason scoffed, giving a roll of his eyes as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. "That's funny," he said, kicking at a rock on the ground before looking back up to the woman, "you're funny." If Jason had a home, he'd obviously be there.

[clippedmywings-blog]

Jason shifted uncomfortably, somehow managing to believe the man’s deep, gravely tone. “So what now?” he asked, still worried, but beginning to calm.

[manofgotham-deactivated20130506]

“I’ll find you a place to stay. I’d give you one at my house but I’m assuming you’re terrified of me so I wouldn’t put you through that. I’ll find you a place with a friend of mine, ex-police. Do you mind that?”

[clippedmywings-blog]

Now that Jason knew he wasn't going to be hurt, he would have preferred to stay with this Bruce, but he wasn't going to say so. It didn't really seem like the man wanted him around anyway. "Guess not," he shrugged, rubbing a dirty hand across his cold nose.

[clippedmywings-blog]

miss-lady-bat started following you

The Bat symbol wasn’t something that Jason had ever seen on a woman before. “Evening?” he asked, somewhat distrusting of most of the vigilantes that ran around Gotham.

[miss-lady-bat]

“Evening,” Lady Bat replied, politely enough, owl-perched at the corner of a building, watching him from above. She knew his face, she knew his eyes … Deep, hurt eyes … Her eyes, the same blue before Jokette snuffed her out … “Nice night.”

[clippedmywings-blog]

"Is it?" Jason asked, managing a small, soft smile, "I think it's kinda cold." It wasn't bitter, not between the gap in the buildings, but it certainly wasn't pleasant. He was still cautious of the female vigilante, not wanting her to think that he was up to any trouble.

[clippedmywings-blog]

“No shit it hurts,” Jason said, rather unsympathetic to the other boy’s plight. He moved closer though, discarding his cigarette along the way. He was the least fit for random triage, and a dirty alley was no place to try and take care of someone. He’d seen stabbing before, both when he was on the streets before being taken to The Cave, and during his time as a high priced whore. No one was safe, that much was obvious.

Staring down at the kid, Jason took off his own hoddie and pressed the inside of the fabric to the other’s side. “What’s your name?” he asked, trying to keep him calm, “who did this to you?” 

[urbanredbird-blog]

He groaned and kept his eyes closed. “I…don’t know”, he placed one of his hands on the boy’s shoulder. “I’m…Tim”, he said, trying to breath without feeling a the wound was ripping him apart, somehow. 

He felt a copper kind of taste on his tongue and soon enough he had to spit blood as he looked away. He couldn’t just die there, could he? So much for Red Robin to randomly being stabbed…and not even knowing who did.

[clippedmywings-blog]

In the last year that Jason had been out in Gotham on his own, he’d learned the layout of the city, and he was fairly sure that there was a hospital a handful of blocks away. He looked down at the boy, Tim, he said his name was, and watched as he spit blood. This wasn’t good.

“Can you stand?” he asked. Jason wasn’t strong enough to lift the other and carry him to the hospital. He was starting to worry now, not wanting to watch someone die in front of him.

[urbanredbird-blog]

“I…can try”, he wrapped his arm around his neck to pull himself up, moaning and groaning in pain, burying his neck in the crook of the boy’s neck to suppress the feelings of needles touching the side of his body that hurt like fucking hell.

“H–nhnh…ah…ah…”, he shivered, he didn’t want to cry, he was used to those wounds, to that painful feeling. But he was panicking. He was panicking and he couldn’t do anything to stop that feeling. “P–please…”, he begged.

[clippedmywings-blog]

Jason held the smaller boy close in his arms and started to walk with him, going slowly, even though he wanted to run. He could feel the other's blood soaking into the side of his shirt, the only shirt he had, he'd have to get some quarters later, try and do laundry. It really wasn't something to think about though, his own personal comfort, not when someone was bleeding to death in his arms.

"You got a name?" he asked, "talk to me." He was only trying to keep the other distracted until they could get to the hospital.

[clippedmywings-blog]

Many times this winter, Jason had gone to sleep thinking that he would never wake up again, and a few of those nights he had prayed for that exact scenario. This night, though, it wasn’t that cold, and he didn’t care if some asshole saw him on the news one day; it wasn’t his problem.

Still, the prospect of a shower and a place to sleep that wasn’t a damp piece of cardboard in a dirty alley was alluring. “You have to pay to touch me,” he warned, although he was standing now, “just because I’m coming home with you doesn’t mean it’s free.” He assumed, of course, that he’d be taken advantage of, and he might as well make some money out of it.

[wannaseemyarsenal-deactivated20]

Holding his hands up in defense, the red head nodded to show he understood the terms. “Hey, I get it, no problem,” he insisted and, somewhere in the back of his mind, he thought about what a shame how young kids were being putting in the business lately. Not that Star City was much better in that category but at least you didn’t see them with every other step you took along the street.

Roy made no motion to take the boy’s shoulder or anything, he only stepped back out of the alley and waited for him to follow. “My name’s Roy,” he offered, trying to make conversation with his guest for the night, “Got something I can call you by?”

[clippedmywings-blog]

Cautiously, Jason followed Roy out of the alley, red hood up and over his head to keep his ears warm. He shifted his backpack around on his shoulders, stuffing his hands deep into his pockets. He was uncomfortable, but having a warm place to sleep, probably eating at least one meal, and the prospect of having something to steal was too tempting to pass up.

"Jason," he answered, walking along with the redhead.

[clippedmywings-blog]

Jason frowned slightly, taking the cup back. “You sure?” he asked. The kid did look cold, and if he had the money, he would have offered to buy him something. Even though they weren’t the same age, Jason had a soft spot for any kid wandering around on the streets.

[abusedcolin-blog]

“Yeah, I’m sure,” said Colin with a short nod and a smile. There was a slight pause, during which time he fidgeted for a moment before deciding to take a seat beside the other. “I’m Colin, by the way. I don’t think I said that.”

[clippedmywings-blog]

Jason looked over at Colin, taking another drink from his cup before extending his hand to the younger boy. "Jason," he said, "nice to meet you." He didn't know why the ginger was out on the streets, but he hoped it wasn't for the same reasons as himself.

[clippedmywings-blog]

data-cat said: “You could say that..” She frowned softly, an answer like that combined with their first encounter, it wasn’t hard to put things together, “You don’t have a place to stay.” A sigh escaped her as she ran a hand through her hair, “Stay with me?”

Jason raised an eyebrow and shook his head at her. “It’s fine,” he said, “you don’t have to offer just because you feel sorry for me; and really, I get on just fine.” That was sort of a lie, of course, he nearly froze to death every night and hadn’t had a proper meal in nearly two weeks because business had been so slow.

[sparrowffxiv]

“No, no it’s not because I feel sorry for you. It’s because I know what it’s like to stay on the streets, I did it for years. It’s cold, lonely, dangerous.. empty.” She bit her lip softly as she recalled those feelings. The memories of nights like that were still too more real than she’d like. “Besides, it’s just a hotel room, nothing fancy in the least.” Sure she’d asked for a more suite like room so she had a small kitchen in it and a better seating area than most rooms, but it was still just a hotel room in the end.

[clippedmywings-blog]

Although he was stuck on the streets, Jason was always reluctant to accept real help. Money was one thing, but a place to stay was much more, he never wanted to impose. However, when he heard Kat mention being in his situation (or something similar, he doubted they’d been through the same things), he was a little more willing to cooperate with her.

“Fine,” he agreed, “but just for the night.” 

[sparrowffxiv]

“Just for the night? But you’d just be back out here tomorrow..” She sighed softly, “Stay as long as you want. I mean, I can’t force you, but the door is open.” She nodded, giving him a small smile. She pulled out her phone to glance at the time quickly before looking back at him, “What do you say we head back to my place? It’s late and, it’s bloody freezing out here. We can have a late dinner too if you’d like. I’m kind of hungry.”

[clippedmywings-blog]

Jason knew where he'd be by morning, but he didn't want to be a burden. Kat didn't know him, she didn't know what he did for money, or the shame he constantly had to live with. If he stayed around her too long, she would soon think of him as a burden.

"I'm starved," Jason nodded, smiling at her, "lead the way." 

[clippedmywings-blog]

“How can I believe you?” he asked, giving Batman a hard look. There was a part of Jason that wished to see the face beneath the cowl, but if it was indeed Bruce, that would more than likely only make him more uneasy. He already wanted to run away, even if the older man was promising that he would be taken care of. 

[manofgotham-deactivated20130506]

“Because I am not the man that made you scared. I am not the man that hurt you nor will I ever be that man. I am many things but not one of them is that.” The idea of that made him sick.

[clippedmywings-blog]

Jason shifted uncomfortably, somehow managing to believe the man's deep, gravely tone. "So what now?" he asked, still worried, but beginning to calm.

[clippedmywings-blog]

That reassurance would have been enough before Jason found out the truth, but now he was wary of Batman’s words. “I don’t want to go back there,” he said, inching backwards. If he ran again, maybe he would get away, he was scared enough to take the chance.

[manofgotham-deactivated20130506]

“And you won’t. I won’t let that happen.” Was the only thing he said; he could force Jason to trust him but he could let him know that he would do everything that he could to ensure his safety. He wouldn’t let him get hurt.

[clippedmywings-blog]

"How can I believe you?" he asked, giving Batman a hard look. There was a part of Jason that wished to see the face beneath the cowl, but if it was indeed Bruce, that would more than likely only make him more uneasy. He already wanted to run away, even if the older man was promising that he would be taken care of. 

[clippedmywings-blog]

data-cat said: “You could say that..” She frowned softly, an answer like that combined with their first encounter, it wasn’t hard to put things together, “You don’t have a place to stay.” A sigh escaped her as she ran a hand through her hair, “Stay with me?”

Jason raised an eyebrow and shook his head at her. “It’s fine,” he said, “you don’t have to offer just because you feel sorry for me; and really, I get on just fine.” That was sort of a lie, of course, he nearly froze to death every night and hadn’t had a proper meal in nearly two weeks because business had been so slow.

[sparrowffxiv]

“No, no it’s not because I feel sorry for you. It’s because I know what it’s like to stay on the streets, I did it for years. It’s cold, lonely, dangerous.. empty.” She bit her lip softly as she recalled those feelings. The memories of nights like that were still too more real than she’d like. “Besides, it’s just a hotel room, nothing fancy in the least.” Sure she’d asked for a more suite like room so she had a small kitchen in it and a better seating area than most rooms, but it was still just a hotel room in the end.

[clippedmywings-blog]

Although he was stuck on the streets, Jason was always reluctant to accept real help. Money was one thing, but a place to stay was much more, he never wanted to impose. However, when he heard Kat mention being in his situation (or something similar, he doubted they'd been through the same things), he was a little more willing to cooperate with her.

"Fine," he agreed, "but just for the night." 

[clippedmywings-blog]

“Y-you?” Jason asked hesitantly. It didn’t take him long to figure out that Bruce Wayne was Batman, but he completely missed the part about his Bruce and this Bruce being two completely different people. All the boy thought was that he’d been found, that he was going to be taken back to The Cave and treated worse than when he’d left. Now, he was really starting to regret going with the cowled man.

[manofgotham-deactivated20130506]

“I told you,” He muttered, voice going back to the growl. “I wouldn’t hurt you and I meant that; whatever you think I am going to do, I won’t. I won’t let any harm come to you.” He didn’t know, exactly, what happened to the boy but from the fear in his eyes, he could deduce; he would rather be back to fighting a broken back in the pit than do that.

[clippedmywings-blog]

That reassurance would have been enough before Jason found out the truth, but now he was wary of Batman's words. "I don't want to go back there," he said, inching backwards. If he ran again, maybe he would get away, he was scared enough to take the chance.

[clippedmywings-blog]

Jason laughed dully, flashing a small smile at the younger boy. “Yeah, I get that,” he nodded. Rolling the warm coffee cup around between his palms, he offered the other a drink. “I don’t have any weird diseases,” he assured, “but if you’re cold.” 

[abusedcolin-blog]

Colin looked to the offered cup with a hesitant glance. He’d learnt from his various temporary homes to accept any kindness he could get, but he didn’t like to take it from those who looked like they needed it. He was familiar with many of the other kids in orphanages but the other was new to him, so he could only assume his weathered looks came from being homeless. “That’s okay—I don’t need it.” 

[clippedmywings-blog]

Jason frowned slightly, taking the cup back. "You sure?" he asked. The kid did look cold, and if he had the money, he would have offered to buy him something. Even though they weren't the same age, Jason had a soft spot for any kid wandering around on the streets.

[the-flying-acrobat-deactivated2]

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[clippedmywings-blog]

Jason landed back onto the ground, wincing with the pain of his scraped hands hitting the iced-over concrete. “The hell’s your deal?” he asked, getting to his feet and brushing himself off angrily.

[manofgotham-deactivated20130506]

“…” Bruce stared at him; blinking a few times and frowning. “There’s someone pretending to be me and they’re doing something deplorable.”

[clippedmywings-blog]

"Y-you?" Jason asked hesitantly. It didn't take him long to figure out that Bruce Wayne was Batman, but he completely missed the part about his Bruce and this Bruce being two completely different people. All the boy thought was that he'd been found, that he was going to be taken back to The Cave and treated worse than when he'd left. Now, he was really starting to regret going with the cowled man.

[clippedmywings-blog]

“No shit it hurts,” Jason said, rather unsympathetic to the other boy’s plight. He moved closer though, discarding his cigarette along the way. He was the least fit for random triage, and a dirty alley was no place to try and take care of someone. He’d seen stabbing before, both when he was on the streets before being taken to The Cave, and during his time as a high priced whore. No one was safe, that much was obvious.

Staring down at the kid, Jason took off his own hoddie and pressed the inside of the fabric to the other’s side. “What’s your name?” he asked, trying to keep him calm, “who did this to you?” 

[urbanredbird-blog]

He groaned and kept his eyes closed. “I…don’t know”, he placed one of his hands on the boy’s shoulder. “I’m…Tim”, he said, trying to breath without feeling a the wound was ripping him apart, somehow. 

He felt a copper kind of taste on his tongue and soon enough he had to spit blood as he looked away. He couldn’t just die there, could he? So much for Red Robin to randomly being stabbed…and not even knowing who did.

[clippedmywings-blog]

In the last year that Jason had been out in Gotham on his own, he'd learned the layout of the city, and he was fairly sure that there was a hospital a handful of blocks away. He looked down at the boy, Tim, he said his name was, and watched as he spit blood. This wasn't good.

"Can you stand?" he asked. Jason wasn't strong enough to lift the other and carry him to the hospital. He was starting to worry now, not wanting to watch someone die in front of him.

[clippedmywings-blog]

data-cat said: “You could say that..” She frowned softly, an answer like that combined with their first encounter, it wasn’t hard to put things together, “You don’t have a place to stay.” A sigh escaped her as she ran a hand through her hair, “Stay with me?”

Jason raised an eyebrow and shook his head at her. "It's fine," he said, "you don't have to offer just because you feel sorry for me; and really, I get on just fine." That was sort of a lie, of course, he nearly froze to death every night and hadn't had a proper meal in nearly two weeks because business had been so slow.