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Independent Early Years Red Hood 

[crimelcrd]

ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴄᴀʀʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴘᴏsᴛs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

[cowboysorceror]

how is he smoking that cigarette through his helmet you ask? don't worry about it it's a prop he is setting the scene 👍

[quackysprouts]

jason poses with guns like men do with fish

based on this

[sladist]

𓃮 - he hears him before he even enters, the soft tap tap of shoes against pavement, then the creak of the door swinging open and the annoying bell announcing that someone new has arrived. he tips his head back to down his glass of whiskey and he asks for another quickly after. he doesn’t even turn to look at the kid yet, doesn't particularly want to give him the time of day.

and then that annoying, stupidly familiar jersey accent hits his ears.

“she still talk about me?” he sneers, kentucky accent slipping into his words. “didn’t know she missed me enough to send a kid after me. 'specially not a fuckin' gothamite.” he finally turns, faces the younger and furrows his brows. “if you ain’t gonna order a drink, i ain’t gonna talk to you.” his words are followed by a click of his tongue and tilts his head at the bartender, asks for a beer this time instead. slade stands and moves over to one of the booths, doesn’t check if the kid is following him, doesn’t care. if the brat is serious, he’ll come sit down and talk. otherwise, hopefully, slade will be left alone.

sinking into the cushion of the booth, he puts his feet up on the other seat, arm propped on the back of the booth, looking far to comfortable for a place like this. he’s too fucking old for fanboys, especially ones that an ex-fling had sent after him. too old for most of this shit, really. slade ties his hair up and actually looks at the kid now, tilts his head to the side without the excess hair obstructing his vision. he seems familiar. a face he can’t quite place in his file cabinet of memories. must not have been important enough to make an impression. he narrows his eye, flips through his internal catalogue of names and faces.

— “you’ve gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me.”

— ⚔️

[crimelcrd]

ʙᴀɴɢ! ╾━╤デ╦︻ Slade was less than ideal. He was the perfect man for the job but Jason was already annoyed with his attitude. A pompous old fool. Beyond his prime. Talia said to be careful. Jason asks for a glass of water. Maliciously compliant with drink in hand he goes to sit down at Slade's table. Setting the glass gently on the wood as he scowls at the older, jaw set tightly. ❝ Careful how you speak about her. ❞ Loyalty dripped from his words, a League dog now loose from the chain. Running wild now with no orders but a direction he was running full sprint to. 

❝ Surprise. ❞ He drawls out in a deadpan.  The answers were simple. How? Talia and the Lazarus pit. Though memories were still like wading into gray waters. He knew bits and pieces and the feeling of life before but recalling things made his head hurt. He ignored Slade's boots at his ribs and intertwined his hands gently on the table in front.

❝ I'm here because you're going to help me kill the bat. ❞ He speaks without a pause, without a stutter. As if he's never known an um or ah— in conversation. ❝ You're going to train me so I can burn down that city and put a bullet in Wayne's brain. ❞ It's the thing he hasn't been able to stop thinking about. The man who gave him a home only to leave him abandoned. To use him as the sacrificial lamb.

[crimelcrd]

@sladist

ʙᴀɴɢ! ╾━╤デ╦︻ It had been a hard few months. Coming back. Clawing his way into existence again. The pit was bits and pieces of a range-filled consciousness. All emotion. Betraly, the animalistic hurt, it all cut through him like a blunt object over and over.

He hadn't gone back top Gotham yet. He wasn't ready. He needed more training. He had a semblance of a plan for when he got there, but not yet in full. He wanted to make sure he would beat the bat into submission and kill the clown. Failure was not an option. Talia had sent him around the world. Explosives, small arms, aircraft operation. All to keep him busy to give him time to rethink his warpath. Jason was not deterred so easily.

Against the advice of Talia he sought out the one man to teach him what he needed now that he outgrew all other tutors. He wanted to know how to be a killer. A real cold blooded effecint machine. The plan was the same as the rest. Learn all he could, and when he was through and the older outlived his usefullness, the final assassinment was to kill 

Thats how he ends up in this little moutain town in the middle of no where. One back pack, two ratty old sweatshirts that had traveled the world with him, and only one goal in mind. He comes to the bar beside the man. The wise old age of eighteen with a fake ID saying twenty one. Yet doesn't order anything. Not even sparing a glance at the bartender. Eyes stay downward, looking at the grains in the bar top. 

  ❝ Talia said you'd be here. Got to say, you're pretty disappointing up close, Old man. ❞  

[crimelcrd]

ғɪʟᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ:// ғɪʀsᴛ ᴋɪʟʟ

[crimelcrd]

ғɪʟᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ:// ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ — sᴄᴀʀ

                           Jason has a large scar on his neck from a batarang and is quite self conscious about it. He’ll touch it and rub at the area intensely when stressed. He’ll do the same with his autopsy scar in private and is even more self conscious about it. Not walking around without a shirt on in front of people and avoiding mirrors. He has body dysmorphia after coming back in a completely foreign body covered in scars.

ᴄᴏᴍɪᴄ ʀᴇғs:

[crimelcrd]

Jason so fucking desperate for praise from older people

[crimelcrd]

Talia is so proud of her son. 🥹 @pitborn

ʙᴀɴɢ! ╾━╤デ╦︻ ❝ What can I say, I learned from the best. ❞ His grin is an easy sly motion. Prince Hamlet saying his lines in the throne room. She had hired the best tutors in the game and he was an apt pupil.

[cynric]

[Image: a digital drawing of Jason Todd sitting on the floor with his back against a wall, a pit bull with a collar that says “Dog” on it cuddles up against him, Jason is staring off into space and the dog is looking up at him with a worried expression, the room is dark and the shading is very loose /end ID]

dissociating with the bestie <3

[crimelcrd]

"Why Harvey of all people? He's getting better, Jason, he's actually in rehab."

ʙᴀɴɢ! ╾━╤デ╦︻ Jason sat lazily on a rooftop. The plan was already in motion. An open call for hunting season. He looked to the bat with a lazy authority. A type of assurance akin to holding a lighter in a pool of gasoline. ❝ People don't change. Not like that. ——— Maybe I'm tired of you playing favorites. You pull your punches for Harvey and Selina, tell me the justice in an unequal system. ❞

[crimelcrd]

Shout out to the time in canon where jason started a gang war between two groups just so they both would kill each other

[crimelcrd]

ʙᴀɴɢ! ╾━╤デ╦︻ ❝ Aren't you all tired of the Bat's hypocrisy? Explain to me why it is that the likes of ᴛᴡᴏ-ꜰᴀᴄᴇ and ᴄᴀᴛᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ get special treatment. Wake up ɢᴏᴛʜᴀᴍ, it's a new dawn. ❞

[crimelcrd]

you think i'm ever going to be afraid of you?

ʙᴀɴɢ! ╾━╤デ╦︻ ❝ I don't think you know what fear is. One day I hope to show it to you. ❞

[crimelcrd]

sometimes people need to lie to themselves most of all.

ʙᴀɴɢ! ╾━╤デ╦︻ Jason tried to shake the drizzling rain out of his eyes but only succeeded in making room for more. Scowling at the landscape that rolled before them as if it had offended some long-forgotten sensibilities. This coming from the same creature who laid on a snow-covered roof for hours with a sniper rifle frozen in hand.

❝ The flavor of hypocrisy, my favorite. ❞ He drawls out. Jason combs a hand through his damp hair and flicks the water toward the bat's boots. ❝ Are you here to ask me to spare Dent? You always did have a soft spot for broken things. ❞

[crimelcrd]

we need to talk about what's going to happen.

ʙᴀɴɢ! ╾━╤デ╦︻ He didn't want to. Talking about it and planning the next steps made it real. He wanted to keep running away from this conversation for as far as his legs could carry him. Here was the ultimatum that made it concrete. Her corralling him into a corner to face the music. His siblings were hurting and grieving and Jason excused himself and refused to come back. Leaving Dick to handle the whole funeral.

Jason hissed at her, seething into his jacket. There was so much venom he could spit here. Mask all his emotions with anger and punch a few walls. He opened his mouth,

❝ I should have said something. ❞ He crumbles into her. Anguished sobs into her shoulder. Just a son who missed his father.

[jannwrites]

book meme : A MONSTER CALLS by PATRICK NESS.

a selection of lines from the novel a monster calls. modified slightly for rp purposes.

what happened in the nightmare is something no one else ever needs to know.

don't be stupid. you're too old for monsters.

shout all you want. i've seen worse.

you really aren't afraid, are you?

i'm sorry i wasn't up.

was that you i heard last night?

i thought i was dreaming but i could have sworn i heard your voice.

there's the smile i love.

i wish you didn't have to be quite so good.

don't think you haven't lived long enough to have a story to tell.

why did you butt in when it was none of your business?

i'm kind of used to it by now.

open up. i want to talk to you.

it is not what i want from you. it is what you want from me.

i am everything untamed and untameable.

i am this wild earth, come for you.

stories are the wildest things of all. stories chase and bite and hunt.

you know that your truth, the one that you hide, is the thing you are most afraid of.

we need to talk about what's going to happen.

nothing i do seems to make you frightened of me.

you thought i might have come to topple your enemies. slay your dragons.

you would not say that if you heard the screams of a man killed by a spear. or his cries of terror as he was torn to pieces by wolves.

i know injustice when i see it.

sometimes people need to lie to themselves most of all.

how long are you here for?

i'll come back, though.

i'm fine on my own.

you would give up everything you believed in?

that's quite a mess you made.

i know i must look a fright.

this is a talk, isn't it? everybody always wants to have a talk lately.

stories don't always have happy endings.

you still do not know why you called me, do you?

stories are important. they can be more important than anything. if they carry the truth.

i no longer see you.

there once was an invisible man who had grown tired of being unseen.

it was not that he was actually invisible. it was that people had become used to not seeing him.

if no one sees you, are you really there at all?

i will make them see me.

you think i'm ever going to be afraid of you?

what secrets do you hide that are so terrible?

there are harder things than being invisible.

i've never been more sorry about anything in my life.

i think, deep in your heart, you've always known. haven't you?

it's okay that you're angry.

i'm pretty angry myself.

i know everything you neeed to tell me without you having to say it out loud.

i wish i had a hundred years. a hundred years i could give to you.

i did not come to heal them. i came to heal you.

it will kill you if you do not. you must say it.

a part of you wished it would just end. even if it meant losingn them.

you were merely wishing for the end of pain. your own pain.

it is the most human wish of all.

you do not write your life with words. you write it with actions.