Meta?: Yes / No
If yes, please give further information:
Jason's meta gene does not appear to be active, but the doctor's records say it is present. Watch for sudden changes.
Current Adoption Status: Missing.
Notes:
Jason has been missing since the night his mother was declared deceased. It is assumed that he ran upon finding her body.
His family's apartment held strong evidence of drugs and alcohol. It's unclear how thoroughly Jason was exposed to these substances.
Jason was last sighted near the church in Park Row.
OOC:
Hi gang. Have I read any comics with kid Jason in them? No. Am I confident in playing this character? Also no. Will this blog probably end up dead in a week due to a sudden loss of interest? Probably. But I am doing it anyways.
My solution to the fact that my interpretation of young Jason is probably going to be wildly out of character is that this is now an AU.
This blog is run by @escap3ist / @redhoodguythethird
WARNING: This blog may potentially include topics such as dehumanisation, past abuse, past SA, suicidal thoughts, and minor themes of SH.
Dividers by @/saradika-graphics
EXTRA INFO:
Jason has not been picked up by Batman yet. He has not met Bruce.
He's been on the street for at least a few months, I'm still figuring out how long exactly
His home situation was abusive, but he still thinks of his mother fondly.
Drugs and alcohol likely won't play a large role in this blog aside from vague references to other people using them as I myself do not have enough experience to try RPing it. (I am not a minor, I'm just a loser)
His meta abilities started developing shortly before his mother's death and his running away.
His meta abilities basically let him transform into a shadow wolf thing. It's basically a wolf, but its fur swallows up the light around it, making it entirely black like the void, with white glowing eyes. He's able to control the size of the wolf upon transformation.
I'm still deciding if the wolf will be portrayed as a different character or not, but if it does, the wolf's words will be in red.
This version of Jason is transmasc. Because I said so.
RULES:
No shipping. This is a baby.
No NSFW. Past SA may be referenced in future content, but I have no desire to RP anything like that.
Anons and asks are all welcome, just if you have a plotline in mind, send me a DM so I know what's up.
Bigotry is not welcome unless it's in character. Homophobia, transphobia, racism, ableism, zionism, etc, will all be deleted and/or blocked.
If you make or interact with batcest content or incest of any kind, please do not interact with me, as it makes me uncomfortable.
TAGS GUIDE:
#jay.text - more casual rp posts, posting his thoughts and such.
#jay.roleplay - novella style rp starters, written in third person.
It was still dark, a fine mist curling up through Gotham from the harbour. The cold had been making Jason's sleep fitful and uneasy, plagued with nightmares that brought forward sweat that only made him colder, and so the Wolf had nudged its way into the front, shielding their body with its fur.
Jason was still asleep, but the Wolf was awake.
It sat up, sniffing at the air before getting to its feet. It knew about as much about hunting as Jason himself, but it couldn't afford to let them both starve.
And so, the Wolf shook out its coat before bounding down the street.
Zee was wander around Gotham. Should she be? No. Dad would be quite upset if he found out she was wandering the city by herself at night but she can defend herself! She can do SO much magic now! So the city's got to be safe enough now. Till she saw a wolf running around. A wolf, in the city?
..... Zee had to follow. It's dangerous for both the wolf and people to be out in the city!
The Wolf followed its nose, down streets and around bends, through alleys and past dumpsters. Rotted food wouldn’t do, it didn’t know how it would effect Jason’s human stomach, and the last thing they could afford out here was getting sick.
It knew it was being followed, but a brief glance back revealed that it was just a girl, likely just curious about it. The Wolf let her be.
Finally, the Wolf came upon a restaurant, closed for hours now. It circled around the back and nudged the dumpster open with its nose, climbing inside. The scraps inside would be fresh enough to eat for now.
"I'm not sure if that stuff's good eats Mr. Wolf. It's been sitting out for a while."
Zee didn't move closer yet. Dad said it was generally not a good idea to interrupt an animal eating. Something about food aggression and that being how a friend of his lost some feeling in his hand from being mauled. She also wasn't sure if the wolf could understand her.
The Wolf’s head reappeared, the lid of the dumpster pressing its ears down like airplane wings.
It didn’t look quite how Zee had first thought; it was pitch black, a silhouette in the dark only broken by its glowing white eyes. It didn’t seem very alarmed by her presence either, tilting its head in question.
Zee stared at the wolf for a long minute. Squinting at him like she was looking for sometimes.
"You're some kind of magic aren't you?"
She asked, not entirely expecting an answer, as she inched a little closer. It made more sense for the wolf to be some kind of magic. Regular wolves didn't really stay in cities, and she's pretty sure that if he came from the zoo, the city would be more freaked out about finding him.
"I have some money on me, we could go get fresh food?"
The Wolf didn’t have Jason’s guilt over having someone else spend their money on them, and so the beast climbed its way back out of the dumpster with an agreeable “Boof”
It was still dark, a fine mist curling up through Gotham from the harbour. The cold had been making Jason's sleep fitful and uneasy, plagued with nightmares that brought forward sweat that only made him colder, and so the Wolf had nudged its way into the front, shielding their body with its fur.
Jason was still asleep, but the Wolf was awake.
It sat up, sniffing at the air before getting to its feet. It knew about as much about hunting as Jason himself, but it couldn't afford to let them both starve.
And so, the Wolf shook out its coat before bounding down the street.
Zee was wander around Gotham. Should she be? No. Dad would be quite upset if he found out she was wandering the city by herself at night but she can defend herself! She can do SO much magic now! So the city's got to be safe enough now. Till she saw a wolf running around. A wolf, in the city?
..... Zee had to follow. It's dangerous for both the wolf and people to be out in the city!
The Wolf followed its nose, down streets and around bends, through alleys and past dumpsters. Rotted food wouldn’t do, it didn’t know how it would effect Jason’s human stomach, and the last thing they could afford out here was getting sick.
It knew it was being followed, but a brief glance back revealed that it was just a girl, likely just curious about it. The Wolf let her be.
Finally, the Wolf came upon a restaurant, closed for hours now. It circled around the back and nudged the dumpster open with its nose, climbing inside. The scraps inside would be fresh enough to eat for now.
"I'm not sure if that stuff's good eats Mr. Wolf. It's been sitting out for a while."
Zee didn't move closer yet. Dad said it was generally not a good idea to interrupt an animal eating. Something about food aggression and that being how a friend of his lost some feeling in his hand from being mauled. She also wasn't sure if the wolf could understand her.
The Wolf’s head reappeared, the lid of the dumpster pressing its ears down like airplane wings.
It didn’t look quite how Zee had first thought; it was pitch black, a silhouette in the dark only broken by its glowing white eyes. It didn’t seem very alarmed by her presence either, tilting its head in question.
It was still dark, a fine mist curling up through Gotham from the harbour. The cold had been making Jason's sleep fitful and uneasy, plagued with nightmares that brought forward sweat that only made him colder, and so the Wolf had nudged its way into the front, shielding their body with its fur.
Jason was still asleep, but the Wolf was awake.
It sat up, sniffing at the air before getting to its feet. It knew about as much about hunting as Jason himself, but it couldn't afford to let them both starve.
And so, the Wolf shook out its coat before bounding down the street.
Zee was wander around Gotham. Should she be? No. Dad would be quite upset if he found out she was wandering the city by herself at night but she can defend herself! She can do SO much magic now! So the city's got to be safe enough now. Till she saw a wolf running around. A wolf, in the city?
..... Zee had to follow. It's dangerous for both the wolf and people to be out in the city!
The Wolf followed its nose, down streets and around bends, through alleys and past dumpsters. Rotted food wouldn’t do, it didn’t know how it would effect Jason’s human stomach, and the last thing they could afford out here was getting sick.
It knew it was being followed, but a brief glance back revealed that it was just a girl, likely just curious about it. The Wolf let her be.
Finally, the Wolf came upon a restaurant, closed for hours now. It circled around the back and nudged the dumpster open with its nose, climbing inside. The scraps inside would be fresh enough to eat for now.
It was still dark, a fine mist curling up through Gotham from the harbour. The cold had been making Jason's sleep fitful and uneasy, plagued with nightmares that brought forward sweat that only made him colder, and so the Wolf had nudged its way into the front, shielding their body with its fur.
Jason was still asleep, but the Wolf was awake.
It sat up, sniffing at the air before getting to its feet. It knew about as much about hunting as Jason himself, but it couldn't afford to let them both starve.
And so, the Wolf shook out its coat before bounding down the street.
You had been feeling like you’d been being watched for a while now. It was causing unease in your stomach. Who knew what could be lurking in the shadows at the evening hour you had chosen to take a walk during.
Eventually, you looked up, and saw the silhouette of a black cat, its eyes practically glowing as it watched you from above.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It had been looking for a person that could get it out of its prison. A fruitless search, though it was determined. It needed to escape. It needed to live.
It had been watching one person in particular throughout this day. They seemed somewhat competent. It had also chosen the form of a small, mammalian creature that people seemed to like, as it might make it more approachable than it was looking like what people called a ghost or a vengeful spirit. Whatever that meant.
So there it was, sitting on a roof, watching the subject of its current hope interest. When the person below looked up, caught its eyes, it tipped its head to the side, then moved its shade - the form slipping into shadow and appearing at the persons feet - closer. It looked up at the human.
Jason knelt down and tilted his head back at the shade, looking at it curiously. There were certainly weirder things in Gotham than a strange-looking cat, but aside from the fact it was following him, the thing about it that got his interest was that-
"You look like me," Jason said, though his mind was racing too fast to register that he actually said the words aloud.
To the cat, this must've been an odd thing to hear. Jason looked like any old Gotham street-kid, nothing like the shade in front of him.
The shade only continues staring. To it, the boy seemed nothing special, aside from the fact he seemed alone, which was why they were following him, not that they could really help in the case of him getting in trouble. But they’d seen every other kid his age at least have someone else their age, at some point.
What do you mean?
A voice resounds through his own head, the sound echoey and distorted.
"...It is." How could he explain to a cat that he didn't really have anywhere to go? "I um... I lost my shelter a few days ago. I'm looking for somewhere I can hide in case it rains or other people go looking for stuff to take."
The noise in his head makes an almost humming noise as it considers and processes this new information. It couldn’t really help the kid, as its shades are strictly non-corporeal. But maybe it could help him find shelter. Its shades could cover a lot of ground. Of course, nowhere was safe in this city, but there were some pockets where one could hide.
We could look and find you somewhere to hide out… like an abandoned building?
He tilted his head in thought for a moment. “You might not have any luck with anything that big, but I would appreciate it. Even just somewhere with a ledge to keep the rain off would be enough.”
He hesitantly reached out to try and pet the cat as he spoke.
It replies, sending some other shades around to search around the general area the two were in.
It didn’t mind the attempt. Every human it had come in contact with simply passed straight through the body of the shade, like waving your hand through mist or steam. Its shades weren’t corporeal, something it was well-accustomed to.
This current form is a part of a manifestation of my will. Or, powers, or whatever you would like to call them. It isn’t my true physical body, simply a projection outward.
No. My shades can only experience the senses of sight and hearing. Nothing more and nothing less.
It replies. Had that not been the case, and it’s shades were able to feel all five sensations, or just hearing, sight and touch, it wouldn’t be so desperate to find and free its physical body.
"That sucks." He sat down on the pavement, crossing his legs. "For me, it's more like a werewolf thing, except the wolf doesn't look like a guy at all, it's just a weird wolf. And it's not connected to the moon, as far as I know."
"I didn't really sense it, you just look like my wolf." He said. "Pitch black coat, big white eyes." He ran his hand over his arm and then gestured to his eyes, spreading his fingers as if widening them. "I'd show you if I wasn't worried about people seeing."
It looks around the area, checking for people being around, then, one of its shades finds a safe spot. A more secluded area, in a park, under one of those storm shelters that is open on 2-3 sides.
I found a shelter.
It responds. Maybe, if that area is hidden from view, it can check how truthful the boy is being about the similarities between their forms.
You had been feeling like you’d been being watched for a while now. It was causing unease in your stomach. Who knew what could be lurking in the shadows at the evening hour you had chosen to take a walk during.
Eventually, you looked up, and saw the silhouette of a black cat, its eyes practically glowing as it watched you from above.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It had been looking for a person that could get it out of its prison. A fruitless search, though it was determined. It needed to escape. It needed to live.
It had been watching one person in particular throughout this day. They seemed somewhat competent. It had also chosen the form of a small, mammalian creature that people seemed to like, as it might make it more approachable than it was looking like what people called a ghost or a vengeful spirit. Whatever that meant.
So there it was, sitting on a roof, watching the subject of its current hope interest. When the person below looked up, caught its eyes, it tipped its head to the side, then moved its shade - the form slipping into shadow and appearing at the persons feet - closer. It looked up at the human.
Jason knelt down and tilted his head back at the shade, looking at it curiously. There were certainly weirder things in Gotham than a strange-looking cat, but aside from the fact it was following him, the thing about it that got his interest was that-
"You look like me," Jason said, though his mind was racing too fast to register that he actually said the words aloud.
To the cat, this must've been an odd thing to hear. Jason looked like any old Gotham street-kid, nothing like the shade in front of him.
The shade only continues staring. To it, the boy seemed nothing special, aside from the fact he seemed alone, which was why they were following him, not that they could really help in the case of him getting in trouble. But they’d seen every other kid his age at least have someone else their age, at some point.
What do you mean?
A voice resounds through his own head, the sound echoey and distorted.
"...It is." How could he explain to a cat that he didn't really have anywhere to go? "I um... I lost my shelter a few days ago. I'm looking for somewhere I can hide in case it rains or other people go looking for stuff to take."
The noise in his head makes an almost humming noise as it considers and processes this new information. It couldn’t really help the kid, as its shades are strictly non-corporeal. But maybe it could help him find shelter. Its shades could cover a lot of ground. Of course, nowhere was safe in this city, but there were some pockets where one could hide.
We could look and find you somewhere to hide out… like an abandoned building?
He tilted his head in thought for a moment. “You might not have any luck with anything that big, but I would appreciate it. Even just somewhere with a ledge to keep the rain off would be enough.”
He hesitantly reached out to try and pet the cat as he spoke.
It replies, sending some other shades around to search around the general area the two were in.
It didn’t mind the attempt. Every human it had come in contact with simply passed straight through the body of the shade, like waving your hand through mist or steam. Its shades weren’t corporeal, something it was well-accustomed to.
This current form is a part of a manifestation of my will. Or, powers, or whatever you would like to call them. It isn’t my true physical body, simply a projection outward.
No. My shades can only experience the senses of sight and hearing. Nothing more and nothing less.
It replies. Had that not been the case, and it’s shades were able to feel all five sensations, or just hearing, sight and touch, it wouldn’t be so desperate to find and free its physical body.
"That sucks." He sat down on the pavement, crossing his legs. "For me, it's more like a werewolf thing, except the wolf doesn't look like a guy at all, it's just a weird wolf. And it's not connected to the moon, as far as I know."
"I didn't really sense it, you just look like my wolf." He said. "Pitch black coat, big white eyes." He ran his hand over his arm and then gestured to his eyes, spreading his fingers as if widening them. "I'd show you if I wasn't worried about people seeing."
You had been feeling like you’d been being watched for a while now. It was causing unease in your stomach. Who knew what could be lurking in the shadows at the evening hour you had chosen to take a walk during.
Eventually, you looked up, and saw the silhouette of a black cat, its eyes practically glowing as it watched you from above.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It had been looking for a person that could get it out of its prison. A fruitless search, though it was determined. It needed to escape. It needed to live.
It had been watching one person in particular throughout this day. They seemed somewhat competent. It had also chosen the form of a small, mammalian creature that people seemed to like, as it might make it more approachable than it was looking like what people called a ghost or a vengeful spirit. Whatever that meant.
So there it was, sitting on a roof, watching the subject of its current hope interest. When the person below looked up, caught its eyes, it tipped its head to the side, then moved its shade - the form slipping into shadow and appearing at the persons feet - closer. It looked up at the human.
Jason knelt down and tilted his head back at the shade, looking at it curiously. There were certainly weirder things in Gotham than a strange-looking cat, but aside from the fact it was following him, the thing about it that got his interest was that-
"You look like me," Jason said, though his mind was racing too fast to register that he actually said the words aloud.
To the cat, this must've been an odd thing to hear. Jason looked like any old Gotham street-kid, nothing like the shade in front of him.
The shade only continues staring. To it, the boy seemed nothing special, aside from the fact he seemed alone, which was why they were following him, not that they could really help in the case of him getting in trouble. But they’d seen every other kid his age at least have someone else their age, at some point.
What do you mean?
A voice resounds through his own head, the sound echoey and distorted.
"...It is." How could he explain to a cat that he didn't really have anywhere to go? "I um... I lost my shelter a few days ago. I'm looking for somewhere I can hide in case it rains or other people go looking for stuff to take."
The noise in his head makes an almost humming noise as it considers and processes this new information. It couldn’t really help the kid, as its shades are strictly non-corporeal. But maybe it could help him find shelter. Its shades could cover a lot of ground. Of course, nowhere was safe in this city, but there were some pockets where one could hide.
We could look and find you somewhere to hide out… like an abandoned building?
He tilted his head in thought for a moment. “You might not have any luck with anything that big, but I would appreciate it. Even just somewhere with a ledge to keep the rain off would be enough.”
He hesitantly reached out to try and pet the cat as he spoke.
It replies, sending some other shades around to search around the general area the two were in.
It didn’t mind the attempt. Every human it had come in contact with simply passed straight through the body of the shade, like waving your hand through mist or steam. Its shades weren’t corporeal, something it was well-accustomed to.
This current form is a part of a manifestation of my will. Or, powers, or whatever you would like to call them. It isn’t my true physical body, simply a projection outward.
No. My shades can only experience the senses of sight and hearing. Nothing more and nothing less.
It replies. Had that not been the case, and it’s shades were able to feel all five sensations, or just hearing, sight and touch, it wouldn’t be so desperate to find and free its physical body.
"That sucks." He sat down on the pavement, crossing his legs. "For me, it's more like a werewolf thing, except the wolf doesn't look like a guy at all, it's just a weird wolf. And it's not connected to the moon, as far as I know."
You had been feeling like you’d been being watched for a while now. It was causing unease in your stomach. Who knew what could be lurking in the shadows at the evening hour you had chosen to take a walk during.
Eventually, you looked up, and saw the silhouette of a black cat, its eyes practically glowing as it watched you from above.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It had been looking for a person that could get it out of its prison. A fruitless search, though it was determined. It needed to escape. It needed to live.
It had been watching one person in particular throughout this day. They seemed somewhat competent. It had also chosen the form of a small, mammalian creature that people seemed to like, as it might make it more approachable than it was looking like what people called a ghost or a vengeful spirit. Whatever that meant.
So there it was, sitting on a roof, watching the subject of its current hope interest. When the person below looked up, caught its eyes, it tipped its head to the side, then moved its shade - the form slipping into shadow and appearing at the persons feet - closer. It looked up at the human.
Jason knelt down and tilted his head back at the shade, looking at it curiously. There were certainly weirder things in Gotham than a strange-looking cat, but aside from the fact it was following him, the thing about it that got his interest was that-
"You look like me," Jason said, though his mind was racing too fast to register that he actually said the words aloud.
To the cat, this must've been an odd thing to hear. Jason looked like any old Gotham street-kid, nothing like the shade in front of him.
The shade only continues staring. To it, the boy seemed nothing special, aside from the fact he seemed alone, which was why they were following him, not that they could really help in the case of him getting in trouble. But they’d seen every other kid his age at least have someone else their age, at some point.
What do you mean?
A voice resounds through his own head, the sound echoey and distorted.
"...It is." How could he explain to a cat that he didn't really have anywhere to go? "I um... I lost my shelter a few days ago. I'm looking for somewhere I can hide in case it rains or other people go looking for stuff to take."
The noise in his head makes an almost humming noise as it considers and processes this new information. It couldn’t really help the kid, as its shades are strictly non-corporeal. But maybe it could help him find shelter. Its shades could cover a lot of ground. Of course, nowhere was safe in this city, but there were some pockets where one could hide.
We could look and find you somewhere to hide out… like an abandoned building?
He tilted his head in thought for a moment. “You might not have any luck with anything that big, but I would appreciate it. Even just somewhere with a ledge to keep the rain off would be enough.”
He hesitantly reached out to try and pet the cat as he spoke.
It replies, sending some other shades around to search around the general area the two were in.
It didn’t mind the attempt. Every human it had come in contact with simply passed straight through the body of the shade, like waving your hand through mist or steam. Its shades weren’t corporeal, something it was well-accustomed to.
This current form is a part of a manifestation of my will. Or, powers, or whatever you would like to call them. It isn’t my true physical body, simply a projection outward.
You had been feeling like you’d been being watched for a while now. It was causing unease in your stomach. Who knew what could be lurking in the shadows at the evening hour you had chosen to take a walk during.
Eventually, you looked up, and saw the silhouette of a black cat, its eyes practically glowing as it watched you from above.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It had been looking for a person that could get it out of its prison. A fruitless search, though it was determined. It needed to escape. It needed to live.
It had been watching one person in particular throughout this day. They seemed somewhat competent. It had also chosen the form of a small, mammalian creature that people seemed to like, as it might make it more approachable than it was looking like what people called a ghost or a vengeful spirit. Whatever that meant.
So there it was, sitting on a roof, watching the subject of its current hope interest. When the person below looked up, caught its eyes, it tipped its head to the side, then moved its shade - the form slipping into shadow and appearing at the persons feet - closer. It looked up at the human.
Jason knelt down and tilted his head back at the shade, looking at it curiously. There were certainly weirder things in Gotham than a strange-looking cat, but aside from the fact it was following him, the thing about it that got his interest was that-
"You look like me," Jason said, though his mind was racing too fast to register that he actually said the words aloud.
To the cat, this must've been an odd thing to hear. Jason looked like any old Gotham street-kid, nothing like the shade in front of him.
The shade only continues staring. To it, the boy seemed nothing special, aside from the fact he seemed alone, which was why they were following him, not that they could really help in the case of him getting in trouble. But they’d seen every other kid his age at least have someone else their age, at some point.
What do you mean?
A voice resounds through his own head, the sound echoey and distorted.
"...It is." How could he explain to a cat that he didn't really have anywhere to go? "I um... I lost my shelter a few days ago. I'm looking for somewhere I can hide in case it rains or other people go looking for stuff to take."
The noise in his head makes an almost humming noise as it considers and processes this new information. It couldn’t really help the kid, as its shades are strictly non-corporeal. But maybe it could help him find shelter. Its shades could cover a lot of ground. Of course, nowhere was safe in this city, but there were some pockets where one could hide.
We could look and find you somewhere to hide out… like an abandoned building?
He tilted his head in thought for a moment. “You might not have any luck with anything that big, but I would appreciate it. Even just somewhere with a ledge to keep the rain off would be enough.”
He hesitantly reached out to try and pet the cat as he spoke.
It replies, sending some other shades around to search around the general area the two were in.
It didn’t mind the attempt. Every human it had come in contact with simply passed straight through the body of the shade, like waving your hand through mist or steam. Its shades weren’t corporeal, something it was well-accustomed to.
You had been feeling like you’d been being watched for a while now. It was causing unease in your stomach. Who knew what could be lurking in the shadows at the evening hour you had chosen to take a walk during.
Eventually, you looked up, and saw the silhouette of a black cat, its eyes practically glowing as it watched you from above.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It had been looking for a person that could get it out of its prison. A fruitless search, though it was determined. It needed to escape. It needed to live.
It had been watching one person in particular throughout this day. They seemed somewhat competent. It had also chosen the form of a small, mammalian creature that people seemed to like, as it might make it more approachable than it was looking like what people called a ghost or a vengeful spirit. Whatever that meant.
So there it was, sitting on a roof, watching the subject of its current hope interest. When the person below looked up, caught its eyes, it tipped its head to the side, then moved its shade - the form slipping into shadow and appearing at the persons feet - closer. It looked up at the human.
Jason knelt down and tilted his head back at the shade, looking at it curiously. There were certainly weirder things in Gotham than a strange-looking cat, but aside from the fact it was following him, the thing about it that got his interest was that-
"You look like me," Jason said, though his mind was racing too fast to register that he actually said the words aloud.
To the cat, this must've been an odd thing to hear. Jason looked like any old Gotham street-kid, nothing like the shade in front of him.
The shade only continues staring. To it, the boy seemed nothing special, aside from the fact he seemed alone, which was why they were following him, not that they could really help in the case of him getting in trouble. But they’d seen every other kid his age at least have someone else their age, at some point.
What do you mean?
A voice resounds through his own head, the sound echoey and distorted.
"...It is." How could he explain to a cat that he didn't really have anywhere to go? "I um... I lost my shelter a few days ago. I'm looking for somewhere I can hide in case it rains or other people go looking for stuff to take."
The noise in his head makes an almost humming noise as it considers and processes this new information. It couldn’t really help the kid, as its shades are strictly non-corporeal. But maybe it could help him find shelter. Its shades could cover a lot of ground. Of course, nowhere was safe in this city, but there were some pockets where one could hide.
We could look and find you somewhere to hide out… like an abandoned building?
He tilted his head in thought for a moment. “You might not have any luck with anything that big, but I would appreciate it. Even just somewhere with a ledge to keep the rain off would be enough.”
He hesitantly reached out to try and pet the cat as he spoke.
For when you want to put your favorite little guy (gender neutral) in a fanfic-type Situation. Send in a fandom, character(s), and/or relationship/ship as well as a number (or a few!) Feel free to use for fanfic, art, or whatever you choose!
Touch starved/cuddle curse
Time loop
Misunderstandings
Mind meld/telepathy/mind reading
Amnesia
Reverse amnesia (everyone else has no memory/recognition of your character)
Trapped in a room/closet/elevator
“Who did this to you?”
Sleep deprivation
Framed for a crime they didn’t commit
Hiding from pursuers
Turned invisible
Drunken/drugged/sleepy confessions
Role swap
Soulmates
Meeting past/future self
Tending to an injury/wound/illness
Possession/Mind control
De-aged
Personality swap
Fear poison/gas
Truth or dare/party games
Loss of powers/abilities/skills
Showing up injured at their friend/mentor’s house
Showing up injured at their enemy’s house
Group project/team effort
Demon summoning
Curse of obedience/can’t disobey a direct order (the “Ella Enchanted”)
Time jumping/time travel/fix-it
Only one bed
Cursed/turned into an animal
Body swap
Reincarnation
Love spell/curse/potion
Hatred spell/curse/potion
Avalanche/huddle for warmth
Secret relationship
Multiverse/meeting alternate version of self
Avoiding a conversation
Identity reveal/major secret revealed
Panic attacks
True love’s kiss/breaking a curse
Fake dating
Arranged marriage
Realization of feelings at the Worst Possible Moment
You had been feeling like you’d been being watched for a while now. It was causing unease in your stomach. Who knew what could be lurking in the shadows at the evening hour you had chosen to take a walk during.
Eventually, you looked up, and saw the silhouette of a black cat, its eyes practically glowing as it watched you from above.
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It had been looking for a person that could get it out of its prison. A fruitless search, though it was determined. It needed to escape. It needed to live.
It had been watching one person in particular throughout this day. They seemed somewhat competent. It had also chosen the form of a small, mammalian creature that people seemed to like, as it might make it more approachable than it was looking like what people called a ghost or a vengeful spirit. Whatever that meant.
So there it was, sitting on a roof, watching the subject of its current hope interest. When the person below looked up, caught its eyes, it tipped its head to the side, then moved its shade - the form slipping into shadow and appearing at the persons feet - closer. It looked up at the human.
Jason knelt down and tilted his head back at the shade, looking at it curiously. There were certainly weirder things in Gotham than a strange-looking cat, but aside from the fact it was following him, the thing about it that got his interest was that-
"You look like me," Jason said, though his mind was racing too fast to register that he actually said the words aloud.
To the cat, this must've been an odd thing to hear. Jason looked like any old Gotham street-kid, nothing like the shade in front of him.
The shade only continues staring. To it, the boy seemed nothing special, aside from the fact he seemed alone, which was why they were following him, not that they could really help in the case of him getting in trouble. But they’d seen every other kid his age at least have someone else their age, at some point.
What do you mean?
A voice resounds through his own head, the sound echoey and distorted.
"...It is." How could he explain to a cat that he didn't really have anywhere to go? "I um... I lost my shelter a few days ago. I'm looking for somewhere I can hide in case it rains or other people go looking for stuff to take."
You had been feeling like you’d been being watched for a while now. It was causing unease in your stomach. Who knew what could be lurking in the shadows at the evening hour you had chosen to take a walk during.
Eventually, you looked up, and saw the silhouette of a black cat, its eyes practically glowing as it watched you from above.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It had been looking for a person that could get it out of its prison. A fruitless search, though it was determined. It needed to escape. It needed to live.
It had been watching one person in particular throughout this day. They seemed somewhat competent. It had also chosen the form of a small, mammalian creature that people seemed to like, as it might make it more approachable than it was looking like what people called a ghost or a vengeful spirit. Whatever that meant.
So there it was, sitting on a roof, watching the subject of its current hope interest. When the person below looked up, caught its eyes, it tipped its head to the side, then moved its shade - the form slipping into shadow and appearing at the persons feet - closer. It looked up at the human.
Jason knelt down and tilted his head back at the shade, looking at it curiously. There were certainly weirder things in Gotham than a strange-looking cat, but aside from the fact it was following him, the thing about it that got his interest was that-
"You look like me," Jason said, though his mind was racing too fast to register that he actually said the words aloud.
To the cat, this must've been an odd thing to hear. Jason looked like any old Gotham street-kid, nothing like the shade in front of him.
The shade only continues staring. To it, the boy seemed nothing special, aside from the fact he seemed alone, which was why they were following him, not that they could really help in the case of him getting in trouble. But they’d seen every other kid his age at least have someone else their age, at some point.
What do you mean?
A voice resounds through his own head, the sound echoey and distorted.
You had been feeling like you’d been being watched for a while now. It was causing unease in your stomach. Who knew what could be lurking in the shadows at the evening hour you had chosen to take a walk during.
Eventually, you looked up, and saw the silhouette of a black cat, its eyes practically glowing as it watched you from above.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It had been looking for a person that could get it out of its prison. A fruitless search, though it was determined. It needed to escape. It needed to live.
It had been watching one person in particular throughout this day. They seemed somewhat competent. It had also chosen the form of a small, mammalian creature that people seemed to like, as it might make it more approachable than it was looking like what people called a ghost or a vengeful spirit. Whatever that meant.
So there it was, sitting on a roof, watching the subject of its current hope interest. When the person below looked up, caught its eyes, it tipped its head to the side, then moved its shade - the form slipping into shadow and appearing at the persons feet - closer. It looked up at the human.
Jason knelt down and tilted his head back at the shade, looking at it curiously. There were certainly weirder things in Gotham than a strange-looking cat, but aside from the fact it was following him, the thing about it that got his interest was that-
"You look like me," Jason said, though his mind was racing too fast to register that he actually said the words aloud.
To the cat, this must've been an odd thing to hear. Jason looked like any old Gotham street-kid, nothing like the shade in front of him.
