Morally Multicolored

[fooliewithdaredhoodie1]

Wrath was not his sin...

It was his virtue.

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fooliewithdaredhoodie‌:

Jason scrunched up his nose with feigned disgust when he heard Dick enjoyed the police force. “You swine,” he accused the other. “Although it’d really help me out if you did something for me. Pull up some records?” He nudged with a playful wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Yea, I can only imagine…” And he didn’t even want to. Jason made a mental note then to check up on all his known acquaintances within Gotham City that could have been hit. “We’ll see if they are,” Jason replied when Dick mentioned the Batfam would be glad to see him. Jason had caused his own damage in the past, and although things had been somewhat patched up, he wasn’t sure how effective the patches were. However, he forgot all about his thoughts when Dick began to answer how he was. Jason turned to face him fully, listening closely. Although his first reaction was to make a few jokes, the younger male caughy himself.

“Tim will come around, just give him time,” Jason waved off. “I’ve done so much worst in my life time.. And death time… And then life time again,” he ranted, shrugging his shoulders. “I mean, Christ! I’ve done so much shit to you and Bruce and yet you guys never lost your faith in me. Chin up, puffed chest, Dickling,” Jason encouraged his elder brother, squeezing the latter’s arm. “As for Babs, give her space for a bit, she’ll come around too. None of us are perfect,” Jason added. “But one thing we’ve all proven is that no matter what, we’re there for one another when shit hits the fan,” he reminded Dick. “Especially Pops,” he said about Bruce.

“I take it you don’t stay at the manor anymore?”

“If you had a problem with it you should’ve spoken up five years ago when I joined to begin with.” Dick says with a chuckle, shaking his head. “If you want all our files on Red Hood I wouldn’t bother, we don’t have nearly as many as Bruce does.” Though truth be told if Jason actually did want some help Dick would be likely to oblige. Probably.

Dick sighs softly and shakes his head. “They will be, Jason. Whatever else has happened.. in times like this? It’s good to have family around. At the least they’re going to be glad to know you’re okay.” God knows Dick is. Jason goes off to do his own thing a majority of the time and of course there’s nothing wrong with that, but it doesn’t mean Dick doesn’t worry. He can’t help it, whatever their past has been like Jason is still his brother.

“You’ve never had to lie to everyone, though. Not like this.” Dick reminds him with a frown, his gaze drifting to his feet for a moment. It’s not as though he doesn’t remember just how Jason had reacted when he’d come back from Spyral asking for their help - essentially coming back from the dead, in their eyes. Of all of his brothers Jason seemed to have taken it the hardest, and Dick deserved it. He was right, they’re not supposed to lie to each other, even if it wasn’t Dick’s decision. He snorts and shakes his head, glancing up at Jason. “Maybe.” There’s a lot more to it of course, but.. to go into that Dick would have to tell his brother the truth about the mission, about who sent him in there to begin with.

“Nah, I got my own place. C’mon, Jay.” He chuckles and shakes his head. “Haven’t lived there for years now, I don’t think me moving back would be a good idea.”

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Jason chuckled at his brother's answer to getting called a swine. Being from Park Row, Jason did not trust nor liked cops, and had no fear shooting it out with them. However, because of Bruce, Barbara and her father, Jason had gotten to respect a few of them. With Dick within the GCPD? Jason now fully trusted Gotham's finnest... For the moment.

"Red Hood? Nah... I wanna check up on something else..." Hearing the GCPD had barely anything on Red Hood made the younger Batchild smirk. Although the smirk was replaced almost immediately after he was told Bruce had plenty on him. "I bet... Did he psychoanalysed me in any of it? I love it when he psychoanalyses," Jason teased. Truth be told? Jason was a bit nervous about speaking to Bruce. They had not seen face-to-face in quite a bit and he wasn't sure what to expect.

Hearing Dick's shame and guilt made Jason lower his case. Perhaps it was in part his fault that Dick felt so hopeless. After all, Jason had not gone easy on the first Robin. However, Jason was compulsive. In that moment, he had been so goddamn angry, so hurt... Jason had died, truly died. And to then find out that Dick had been lying? It had pushed buttons... He'd gone off on the elder vigilante, fists attempting to show the anger his words could not express. And yet, how could he not forgive Dick? "Don't beat yourself up for it, Dickling," he said, although his voice was far less playful than the actual words he spoke. "I'm still reigning Prodigal Son. Never gonna change unless I decide to stop killing--" he mocked Bruce's expression on the word killing. "But you better watch out if that day comes," Jason said, playfully nodging Dick. "Really though," he said, meeting the other's gaze. "Don't beat yourself over it. I went off, but here I am, right? If they don't come around, we'll just beat some sense into them." Jason shrugged.

At his brother's invitation, Jason smiled. "I don't blame you. Too many lions in the same pride. Can't wait to see what your nest looks like," he giggled. "I'll follow you on my bike."

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littlebatwayne‌ :

Since Cass had moved into the Wayne Manor, she’d developed a habit of having to try everything. She’d been so restricted in what she could have, both with her birth father and then moving around by herself that she’d never had the chance. Which was why she was silently impressed that Alfred was able to keep up with her, the fridge always stocked with different food for her to try, and he didn’t say a word whenever she snuck to the kitchen to snack on the new offerings every time he did the grocery shopping.

Today was no different, and Cass sat in the kitchen, a can of Mountain Dew on one side of her, and an array of dips, crackers, and breadsticks shamelessly scattered in front of her. She looked up,hearing the voice, and she climbed off of her seat, smiling a little as she squeezed his arm gently in an affectionate greeting. “Back…. home?” She asked, looking up at him.

Jason munched on some of his findings and then picked at some of the stuff Cassandra had been snacking on. When the younger Batkid squeezed his arm, Jason smiled affectionately. "For the moment anyway," he told her, patting her head. "Until things calm down anyway. Maybe you'll want to come with me some time, Cassi. Even if just for a while," he proposed. "You'll like it. So much to see, learn, explore... Ass to kick," he added with a mischievous smirk.

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rcdarscnal‌ :

After what had happened at Halloween Roy hasn’t really been himself, and he knows it. Most of his time has been spent with Lian, wanting to soak up as much of his daughter’s time and attention and energy as possible - the idea of losing her, of having to live in a world without the little girl who absolutely changed his life.. Roy just can’t handle it. He couldn’t handle it, and he knows he definitely hasn’t given other aspects of his life the same attention as usual. Like Jason, for example.

“Ah.. yeah, I know. Sorry about that, I - I don’t even have an excuse.” He says with a soft sigh, pushing the door shut behind Jason and hovering awkwardly as he watches the man. He knows it wasn’t right to avoid Jason’s calls and to not stay in touch with him - his friend deserves so much better than that. But he also deserves a way better friend than royal mess Roy Harper.

He can’t help but chuckle weakly at Jason’s joke, shrugging his shoulders as he takes a couple of steps towards the couch, though he doesn’t sit down right away. There’s no denying he’s nervous for this conversation, no doubt in his mind that it’s not.. really going to be the an easy conversation trying to explain himself. “Nothing to be Jelly about, Jaybird. Dick’s just got a big mouth, you should know that by now.”

As Jason pats the couch beside him Roy closes the distance and settles down, clasping his hands in his lap to keep from fidgeting. “I saw.. It was..” Roy swallows thickly around the sudden lump in his throat. The last thing he expected today was to have to talk about what he saw, what the fear toxin put him through. “She was gone, Jay. Lian, s-she was - she was gone. I.. I thought I’d lost her. And before you say it, I know it wasn’t real but I just.. I dunno. Not so easy to shake it.”

"Yea, well... I'm thankful for it because otherwise I would still be on the dark about these events. Not even Pops told me about any of it," Jason admitted, furrowing his eyebrows. "I won't hold it against you though," he added, not wanting to hear Roy apologise anymore. Although Jason was not lying. Not even Bruce had alerted him about the attacks nor this anonymous terror. It was quite interesting, to say the least, but Jason could wait for now. He needed to focus on Roy.

He didn't fail to notice that his friend seemed in complete disarray as he sat beside Jason. He sat silently, erradicating the smirk off his face, listening. "You literally lived your worst fear," Jason sumed up after Roy was done. "Of course, it lingers. It's no longer just a hypothetical fear, just an idea... Its something you lived, emotions you felt... And now it's just a fear of going through it again." Roy needed to know that Jason understood, because he did. Jason had lived his worst fears in the flesh, and walked the valley of Hell. It took him a bit when he came back to settle down.

"Its a legit fear, because there are many threats out there, but to be the way you are now? This isn't you, Roy. We're Outlaws, we don't hide from the threats of the world. We make them run for cover. We protect what we hold dear with claws and teeth, not by hiding in dens," Jason said, putting his arm over Roy's shoulders. "She needs to experience the world with you by her side. She needs the Roy Harper we all love. Because she is here, alive. And she's looking to you for guidance." Jason squeezed Roy's shoulder. "C'mon, she needs you."

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@fooliewithdaredhoodie sent:  The words that you said were, “lets take this bitch down!”

She cringed as she laughed softly, leaning against the counter in Wayne Manor, healing from her wounds after Dick had saved her. Sure, any breath she took hurt with her broken ribs, but to laugh with a friend right now? Well, it’s something the woman hadn’t gotten a lot of after being an undercover villain for a year, “Yeah, sounds like me,” she admits with a bit of a shit-eating grin, sipping water gingerly. She gestures to herself vaguely, “and then sometimes, bitches take you down,” she quips wryly.

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Jason sighed, shaking his head softly at his friend's words. "It's ok. So long as you promise to be back up and training as soon as you're healed," Jason teased. "Meanwhile, wanna watch Kick-Ass?" He asked casually with a tilt of his head. He'd recently watched it and had been obsessed with it. "Its either that or we can go to the aquarium, I haven't been there forever. Whatever, so long as you fill me in on what the fuck has been going on?" Everyone he knew that had come to Gotham before him were now in pretty screwed up situations.

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bcywcndr‌ :

“Not really. Being a cop is probably the easiest part of all of this.” Dick answers with an amused sort of smile on his face. Gotham’s not easy to deal with at the best of times, but Bludhaven is worse - being a cop here isn’t really all that bad for Dick most days. At least if he’s on the inside he’s got a better shot at helping the city from both angels, not just as Nightwing.

Sighing softly, Dick nods his head in agreement, his smile fading. The fear toxin is nasty, it can drive you insane if it gets the better of you, Dick knows that all too well. “I know. It hit them hard.” It hadn’t been easy to see their family so horribly affected by the toxin, watching them live out their worst fears in front of them. It’s why he’s been so insistent about getting them all immunised - no one should have to see that. “The toxin’s gone for now - it’s worn off, but.. you know. Seeing your worst fears tends to linger a little.”

It’s nice to hear Jason talk about his home, his family, to see that sense of dedication and love he’d lost sight of for a little while. “They’ll be glad to see you, Jay. I know I am.” Dick was never a good brother to Jason before the younger had been killed. At least now Jason’s giving him an opportunity to make up for it.  “I’m..” Dick pauses for a moment, hesitating. He doesn’t know how to answer that question anymore, not truthfully, not without causing issues. But after Spyral.. he resolved never to lie to his brothers, not about the things that matter. Not anymore. “I’ve been better. Tim’s still mad at me, about Spyral. Babs and I had this huge argument about it all. She said some things, I said some things.. it wasn’t pretty.” If there’s one thing he and Barbara have always been good at, it’s hurting people - even unintentionally. And Bruce and I…” He trails off and shrugs his shoulders, not even sure what to say about that situation anymore.

Jason scrunched up his nose with feigned disgust when he heard Dick enjoyed the police force. "You swine," he accused the other. "Although it'd really help me out if you did something for me. Pull up some records?" He nudged with a playful wiggle of his eyebrows.

"Yea, I can only imagine..." And he didn't even want to. Jason made a mental note then to check up on all his known acquaintances within Gotham City that could have been hit. "We'll see if they are," Jason replied when Dick mentioned the Batfam would be glad to see him. Jason had caused his own damage in the past, and although things had been somewhat patched up, he wasn't sure how effective the patches were. However, he forgot all about his thoughts when Dick began to answer how he was. Jason turned to face him fully, listening closely. Although his first reaction was to make a few jokes, the younger male caughy himself.

"Tim will come around, just give him time," Jason waved off. "I've done so much worst in my life time.. And death time... And then life time again," he ranted, shrugging his shoulders. "I mean, Christ! I've done so much shit to you and Bruce and yet you guys never lost your faith in me. Chin up, puffed chest, Dickling," Jason encouraged his elder brother, squeezing the latter's arm. "As for Babs, give her space for a bit, she'll come around too. None of us are perfect," Jason added. "But one thing we've all proven is that no matter what, we're there for one another when shit hits the fan," he reminded Dick. "Especially Pops," he said about Bruce.

"I take it you don't stay at the manor anymore?"

[satansserpentgays]

Cass: Is four a lot?

Jason: Depends on the context. Dollars, no. Bodies, yes

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"Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it.

The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it."

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bcywcndr‌ :

They’ve come such a long way, him and Jason. Considering the man had been intent on killing him once upon a time, the fact that they can have a solid relationship now, the fact that in spite of everything Jason still trusts him, talks to him, shares things with him that he might not be inclined to share with the rest of the family.. it’s a good feeling. Especially right now, especially with the way Dick feels like his connection with the rest of the family is hanging by a thread. Roy needs this, he needs his best friend, Dick knows and he’s glad Jason came back for him but.. Dick needs his brother, too. Even if he doesn’t realise it.

“I know, Jay.” He assures him gently, wrapping his arm around Jason when the man pulls him in. Despite the somewhat terrible circumstances, it’s good to see him - not to mention it’s nice to have a little more peace of mind that he’s actually okay. “I’m glad you’re here anyway. Feels weird, being back in Gotham when you’re not.” He pulls back to look at Jason properly, taking in his appearance. He doesn’t seem to be injured and for now he doesn’t seem strained or anxious to leave - both good signs, as far as Dick’s concerned. “Yeah, they’re alright. They’re..” Dick sighs and rubs the back of his head. “Shaken up, somehow no one had immunity to the toxin except me - which I fixed, so it shouldn’t happen again, but it was still rough on them.” He wants to tell Jason about Damian and Talia, he needs someone to understand why this has gotten so far under his skin, but Jay doesn’t need another worry on his head right now. It doesn’t even occur to him that he hasn’t really answered Jason’s question. “How long are you staying?”

"Don't it feel weirder being a cop?" Jason asked teasingly, chuckling. "And being a cop in Gotham without me here? Oh, man! That is some crazy shit." It wasn't like Jason was not keeping his own tabs on the city, or that word didn't run quick in the family. "Always raising the standards. I'll have to be a doctor or a dentist, at least." He nudged Dick.

Hearing the toxin took a toll on the Batfam was not good. Jason's whole demeanour changed in a split second, any trace of his grin dissolving. "It ain't easy facing that type of stuff," he stated, looking away in thought. Bruce was the first to come to mind, although he also thought of his other siblings. "How bad was it? Or is it? Is it still a problem?" He asked, frowning.

"As long as it takes," Jason answered quickly. "My family is under attack right now though, all else can wait." Leaning back against a pillar, Jason sighed. "Never told me if you're ok though...." He poked.

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Click Your Heels||Jason&Cass

@littlebatwayne

Jason had already been in Gotham for a while, but had been keeping a low profile. Although he couldn't really say there was bad blood unresolved, Jason could say coming home wasn't easy for him. He'd barely been keeping in contact with Bruce, and when they did... It wasn't bad. It was just short. A lot of it was Jason's own fault--His shame and his anger. But when the time finally came? There was a bittersweetness to it. Jason pulled up to the Manson's entrance and parked his bike on the side of the garage before swinging his dufflebag over his shoulder.

Pulling off his helmet, Jason smiled as he knocked on the main entrance. Greeted by Alfred just intensified the smile on Jason's features. The man was the only grandfather Jason ever knew and was surprisingly relieved when the man pulled him in for a quick hug before insisting on taking his luggage. Making his way to the kitchen, the memories rushed at him, causing him to chuckle to himself. As he entered the main kitchen, he was surprised by a familiar face. "I spy with my little eye a baby bat," he teased, walking over to the majestic refrigerator. "No need to fear! Zombie boy is here," he sang out with a wide smile. "Niiiice! Who's been drinking Mountain Dew?" Jason asked as he took a can from the fridge and pulled out some leftover spinach dip and pita crackers. "How you been, foolie?"

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"Would you just PLEASE get out of my way?" Jason whined loudly, revving up his custom Yamaha. "It has taken me four damn months to build this thing," he argued, pointing at the ramps behind Bruce. "I'm putting this on YouTube. Whether it goes right or wrong-" Jason shrugged. "-it'll be pretty epic." Granted, he did get the ramp idea from an old Looney Toons episode, but with the speed his Yamaha reached? Jason would bet a few of Bruce's millions that he could do it.

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rcdarscnal‌ :

The moment he hears a knock on the door he’s on edge. Roy’s not expecting company, he hasn’t called anyone over, he’s barely spoken to anyone since the party really and even those he has been in touch with wouldn’t just drop in like this, not without calling first. At least Lian’s asleep for the time being - one less thing to worry about, if she’s already out of harms way and things turn bad.

He edges over to the door and takes a look through the peephole - and almost immediately his concern shifts to a combination of relief and guilt. Relief wins out though as Roy throws the door open to see his best friend waiting for him. “You could’ve called first, Jaybird.” He says with a weak, shaky chuckle, moving aside immediately so Jason can come in. He hasn’t been any kind of okay since the mess of a party, since the toxin and.. what he saw, and as much as he knows Jason has more than enough on his plate right now, he can’t help but - selfishly - feel glad to see him again.

Jason checked his surroundings, although he knew Gothamites weren't the type of folk to intrude in other people's affairs (to be honest, people barely even looked at you as you passed them by), and yet having not heard a word from Roy put the former Robin on edge.

There was movement behind the door once he knocked. Out of instinct, the currently unmasked vigilante reached for his concealed handgun as the door unlocked. However, once he was face to face with his best friend, his hand fell back to his side as a cocky grin spread across his lips. "Could've, would've, should've... But didn't," he sang out, stepping into Roy's home when the entrance was offered. "In all honesty, though? I did call. Multiple times," he stated, his expression growing serious.

As if in his own home, Jason walked himself to the couch where he made himself comfortable in the available couch. "So, should I shoot you now or later? Got me a little jelly there when I gotta find out from my bro that you all got hit with the fear toxin." Playfulness and jokes (even very very dark jokes) were Jason's only defense mechanism. Especially as of late that he was truly attempting to deal with his anger issues.

Patting an empty seat next to him, Jason offered Roy a playful grin. "C'mon, now. Talk to me." Just a look at Roy, and Jason could tell the man was not alright.

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Just because he hadn’t expected the call from Jason doesn’t mean he wasn’t glad for it. The Outlaw might’ve been the angriest at him for lying to the family, but somehow he’s also one of the few people right now who aren’t mad at him for it anymore. And beyond that.. he’s just glad to hear from Jason, to know he’s alive and safe and more than that, that he’s coming home.

They’ve had a system for a long time now. Well before Spyral. When one of them is coming home, when they need to meet somewhere familiar, somewhere comfortable that they both know they meet here. The basketball courts in Park Row - it was Jason’s choice, of course, but Dick’s happy to oblige. He swings across from a nearby rooftop and lands silently on the court, straightening up to look over to the man he considers a brother even if he doesn’t deserve the title. “And here I thought you were never going to come home.” He says with a smile as he approaches Jason, very much relieved to see him here.

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Park Row was home to Jason Todd. It was where his mother birthed him, where they took care of each other, it was the streets he knew better than his own hand. He'd run them, lived in them, patrolled them... It was where he first met Bruce, and where his life changed forever. Jason was a proud Gothamite, no matter how far he travelled, and most of all: he was a Park Row boy.

Therefore, it was only right that coming back home, he met Dick there. Dick Grayson, the Boy Wonder whose shoes Jason Todd had failed to fill. And yet, seeing the older male closing in, a large smile spread across Jason's lips. Jason chuckled at his brother's comment. "There's no place like home," he replied, extending his hand for a handshake before pulling in Dick for a hug. "It just wasn't the right time," he added after a moment, his tone more serious. "Shit, truth be told, still might not be the right time... And yet, after what you said?" Jason sighed. "Perfect time... Are you and the other batbrats ok?" He asked with sincere concern. It was a side of Jason he showed to only a few--Dick being one of those.

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Outlaws||Jason&Roy

Jason Todd hadn't heard from Roy Harper since before Halloween. Much less, after the whole ordeal with the Halloween situation. Although Jason had been going through his own issues and the such, he still worried about whether or not Roy and his kid were ok. However, after hearing nothing from Roy, Jason picked up his phone and called the other one person he trusted fully: his brother, Dick.

Hearing Roy hadn't been doing well, along with a few more pieces of information, Jason decided it was time to go home. He shaved clean, clipped up his hair that he had been letting grow and packed up. He hadn't truly felt as if he was ready to go back.... But Roy needed him, his family needed him.

Jason Todd knocked on the door of Roy Harper's last known address, dark shades covering his gaze as he studied his surroundings.

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“Listen, it’s too early for this kind of Christmas cheer. Can we at least get through Thanksgiving first?” she pleaded.  The Russian didn’t put much stock in the holidays herself. In the days of the Soviet Union, Christmas was banned as a religious holiday and Christmas Trees were banned up until 1935 when they turned into ‘New Year’ Trees. If people did want to celebrate Christmas, they had to do it in secret just in their families. After the collapse of the Soviet Union in 1991, people were free to celebrate Christmas again. But it’s still a quieter and smaller holiday in Russia. “Better yet, can we just skip the holidays entirely?” she offered.

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Jason Todd heard the woman's comment, all up in his civvies, just another Gothamite up lining up for coffee. Following her gaze and paying a closer look to his surroundings, he couldn't help the smile. Christmas movies played on the café's televisions, and there were Christmas decorations everywhere. "It's sweet though... Somehow, you just gotta look at it with one eye close and the other squinting," Jason replied playfully. "It feels people with hope and happiness and all that corny, yet amazing stuff," he ranted with a smile. "Don't blame them too much, especially after what I heard has been happening around here," he commented, stepping forward as the line shortened.

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