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WELCOME to #hcrolives, a private and selective multimuse RP account for characters from DC Comics. established in aug 2025 . loved by lexie. ( 29 . she / her ) CURRENT ACTIVITY STATUS: Semi-Active

MUSE LIST:

Catherine Todd

Rena Richards

Gabby Christensen

Elizabeth 'Lizzie' Marston Prince

Kathy Branden

Skylar Kingsley (WFA)

Elise Aslanov (OC)

Damian Wayne (request)

Bruce Wayne (private)

Jason Todd / Robin (private)

more to be added....

NOTES/RULES:

#x. ooc #x. pinned

-cough- and what if i tried to return?

#x. ooc #okay atm rn ur getting lurking buuuut i might be back

-cough- sooo i'm putting this blog on hiatus?? or semi-hiatus? sorry for dropping off the face of the earth! i've been working on querying my novel to lit agents and also writing another, between that and another physical project of mine the brainspace has not been there for rping- sorry guys! <3

#x. ooc

imcrying guys i won the writing contest i submitted for.

#x. ooc #IM A WRECK #icantbreathe omgg

-FINGER GUNS- i think i'mma pop off for a day or two and write on my other non dc blog for a bit.

#x. ooc #i love writing my fave girl elise and she's got some more things to do on another blog #-le gasp- yeah she's not originally a dc oc muse shocked i know #the 'am i doing the character justice' demon voice is getting to me #so imma back off a smidge #JUST A SMIDGE #I'll be right back

perditos

Jason slept on the office couch. The old warehouse creaked and groaned through-out the night, so he slept in fits and awakened in a start, constantly. Each shift of his weight aggravated his injuries: the ribs, the wrists, the knees, his hip. He'd wake-up, thoughts racing, reaching for the pistol wedged under his pillow. Then hear the familiar echoing moans of the old steel and brick building, long abandoned, and knew he was alone. The sensors he had put out hadn't gone off. So, eager to avoid the demons his thoughts could conjure, Jason slipped back asleep to deal with the horrors his nightmares came up with instead. The ones where the Joker beat him with the crowbar, since the son of a bitch yet (emphasis: yet) lived, were particularly mean.

Like, c'mon, that's just low.

But then in the small hours of the morning, nearly exactly twenty-four hours since Jason got blown-up (again), he woke-up. Suddenly and acutely awake. Dragged out of sleep by adrenaline, he wedged his arm under him and pulled the gun, leveraging it onto the intruder. He stood, tall and dark, and out of place in the dusty, cleaned-out office, next to an empty and broken filing cabinet. No mask, which was infinitely fucking worse.

Yesterday, Bruce fucking dog walked him when he decided he was done with their fight. Now, he was hurt and exhausted. Bruce talked about fighting. Yeah right, Jason's best bet was diving out the window. Which, frankly, didn't sound appealing right now.

"I don't know how a man as smart as you can be so god damn stupid!" Jason cursed, he had to lower the gun. Holding it up hurt his arms and ribs too much. He wheezed and staggered to his feet, as if he had any fight left in him. Instead, he just felt the wet pull of the worst of his injuries opening to the center left of his spinal column. "We talked plenty yesterday. I don't know how either of us could have been anymore clear."

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"You made your intentions clear. I didn't get to say mine." His jaw ticking, "And I will say mine."

Which was true. He went to stop Red Hood. The crime lord. The murderer. He didn't get to talk to Jason Todd. His ward. His son. His charge.

His failure.

His arms hung loosely at his side, fingers splayed open just slightly as a hint that he had nothing immediately on his person to attack with. Not that it truly mattered given his adaptability, but he came for peace. For resolution. For a chance at building towards a different road than the one Jason was so intent on forging. A road where they'd be enemies instead of allies. He wasn't sure they could ever be partners again now- after all this.

But he'd try at whatever he could get. He couldn't let him walk away now after that night.

In more realistic terms he wasn't sure Jason could actually walk away with the how he staggered to his feet. The injuries presenting more and more clear with each shift of weight. Bruce stood still as the gargoyles that silently watched over his city and waited, letting Jason gather his senses, take in present company and collect composure.

"Did you let anyone help you with your injuries?" The question clipped to mask the deeper emotion entangling in his vocal cords. Where are you hurt, son?

Bruce knew the answer to the unsaid question. Everywhere.

#bruce vc: u look like crap jason #perditos

smallvillecentral

LANA LANG SMALLVILLE | 1.05 “Cool”

#x. elise aslanov (fc)

laurapetrie

The tender, dreamy girl - in books she seeks and finds her dreams.

— Alexander Pushkin, Eugene Onegin (1833)

#x. elise aslanov (aesthetics)#god elise is such a pushkin nerd i swear

not me wondering abt an au now of the 'todds' being descendants of the 'sweeny todd'

#x. ooc #i MEAN #its not insane ok #its really not

-chews on popcorn- yeah but can i just say i love bonkers 'what ifs' and one of my best buddies once upon a time let us run a 'what if the arkham knight won' au.

#x. ooc #and it was *glorious*#and he does kill bats #and does kill crane #and puts gotham under a military state to keep crime down #like damn