Daddy's Got Guns

I'm Jason Fucking Todd. Gee Sugar Babe, do you need to know more?

[jasontoddwayne-blog]

Yeah no duh missing high school is bad stuff. Jesus I was @#$%ing Dead! God Bruce you are such a stubborn fu--- what? Is that how you want it!??Sure Bruce! Drag my corpse to class! That sounds like a swell idea Old chum!

[gothamcreation-blog]

Frederick Douglass once said, “It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men.” I almost drove myself to madness, Jason. To reach you I tried to soften but in softening I failed you, you were the one who needed a father more than a friend and Dick, perhaps, needed a friend far more than a father. Little one. You will always be the little one. That is something you cannot escape.

[jasontoddwayne-blog]

There's no reason to panic. He knew the rhythm of those footsteps anywhere. But really why hold a breathe, why skip a heartbeat, when he's read the closing chapter many times over? There would be no surprise, no glee, no joy, no pity and no love.

Did Cass brief the man already? Or else this interrogation won't be pleasant. He had only questions and no answers, as lost as the day he rose from the pits. Even so he, in a subtle meek slide, lets his eyes wonder towards the growing shadow.

Right about now was his cue speak. Say something daring. Something to cause pain. Something bold. He's far from lucid but he's farther from lost.

He's not quite sure if its Bruce or Batman. Either way its as pointless as trying to talk.

And really he could tell the Bat he had nothing to do with Hush. And really the man no longer trusts him. want him. need him. love him.

Say something witty. Something funny.

"I know you missed me but I'm trying to sleep here"

Jason snorts

Batman wasn't amused. and Bruce was.......

[jasontoddwayne-blog]

[batcass]

Cass ignores both his question and request at first, and instead takes a slow pleasurable bite into the cookie in her hand. She makes sure to lower her eyelids just enough to taunt him, but not all the way so she couldn’t see his fidgety reaction and half-hearted glare.

And then he makes the puppy face.

…Damn it.

Cass takes another cookie from the plate and sinks herself gently onto the bed. Jason grins, and then opens his mouth for the cookie. Cass contemplates toying with him some more, but then the reality of all his blood-soaked bandages releases any playful mood she was in. She sets the cookie in his mouth, and waits for him to take a big bite before lowering the rest out of the way.

“New kid’s name is Terry McGinnis,” she finally responds to his first question while  watching him chew. “Says he’s from the future.” She then pauses, before continuing, “And haven’t seen Bruce.. not since Hush…” Her voice trails away.

[jasontoddwayne-blog]

….Hush. Add one thing on the list of yes I still remember. It was an impulsive choice he made upon returning to Gotham. Jason stayed away for too long after coming back to land of the living. He wanted to face Bruce, Batman, who ever that really exist between those paper bag masks face to face.

Hush, used that. No, unlike the other gothamites, he knew exactly what he was getting into. Jason got a freebie to toy with Batman and practically a double jail free card. Those didn’t come by everyday. He also got the bonus tabs on Hush. . He kept his friends close and his enemies closer.

Jason hadn’t given the man anymore tools than what profited Hush already owned. But Jason helped him anyway. He played a role and even now he doesn’t know if he should feel guilty or blame Bruce for having it coming.

And now bandage face is back. How long has it been? and happened in between?

Cass! She doesn’t know. He. Ugh. Now what could he do? Tell her?

Would she still trust him? Stilllove him?

Does she love him? When did this happen?

Goddammit.How much of the shit he’s done does she actually know? She could leave him anytime. He’s no good. The way Cass spoke of Hush, he can’t let her know how selfish and disgusting he was. How fucking messed up he still is. He’s…. he’s no good

just no, anyone, Batman, Oracle, anyone could tell her Jason Todd was a homicidal lunatic but there’s a chance she won’t believe them. Why wouldn’t she? Babybat’s still here.

That cookie is going to fall out of his mouth but Jason just chews like he hasn’t eaten for days. Has he? Well fuck that because honestly who gives a crap load? Because that god fucking shit excuse for a drug is wearing off and he is not going to break down and cry on his girl.

but she’s not just any girl

She’s…

“Cass baby, I..”

I hope you don’t hate me.

“I know Babs puts you on the stove because of me, but”

I trust you.

“She’s got good reason.”

and I love you.

” I’ve worked with Hush before.”

It sounded more like a whisper than a confession.

“do you…I mean, I could help. I know how he works his side. I don’t know what’s going on now but. ” His solemn face returns to a default smirk “Heh I wouldn’t want to free load these cookies now would I?”

He’s going to need more morphine.

[batcass]

Even though the tightening in her chest is almost becoming unbearable, Cass forces her breathing to remain even. Her eyes remain on him, searching for any signs of a lie, any hints at hidden meanings, any indication she didn’t just hear what she thinks she just heard..

But Jason’s expression is as anticipatory as hers, and she realizes: he tells the truth. An.. an ugly truth, but the truth.

She doesn’t reply right away; not for a full minute. And in that full minute, she doesn’t think once about Jason’s confession or offering.

Instead, she revisits her memories of him—their first meeting on the streets of Gotham, the tussle with Penguin soon after, his bullet accidentally finding her side, his profuse apology afterwards… her birthday when he turned up with roses and a bleeding arm she later stitched up… his stubbornness in getting just one date from her… Valentine’s day playing paintball and then the carnival… all their fights and broken hearts and promises and tears and blood and sacrifices… and their tender moments of gliding skin under the sheets… tickle-fights… waking up in each other’s arms… quiet yet genuine murmurs of “I love you” followed by hidden smiles..

She remembers how he had finally put a halt to running away from his past because of her.. she remembers him coming back.

And in all she remembers how much he’s.. changed. Maybe not all because of her… but he has changed.

Cass used to think falling for Jason was akin to jumping off a skyscraper in the middle of the night, not knowing if the grapple gun in her hand was real or imaginary. Half the time she didn’t know why she did. Was it for the thrill? Lust? Was it for the challenge? His unpredictability?

But now, she knows her metaphor was far from the truth. She did make a leap, and there was no need for a grapple gun, because now she has wings.

She had made the leap because she had trusted him, and still do. He isn’t perfect; but neither is she.

And second chances… wasn’t her whole life based on second chances? Wasn’t she here because someone had believed in giving her a second chance?

Her eyes refocus on Jason. She takes the cookie in her hand—the one he had taken a bite out of already—and raises it back to his mouth.

“No…we definitely wouldn’t want you to be a free-loader…” she finally replies, her voice even, just like her heartbeat.

[jasontoddwayne-blog]

It wasn't like he's trying to make her hate him. He honestly didn't understand half the shit he did. Jason knew rage and impulse were his vices but keeping it from Cass won't make him a better person. It won't make her like him more either.

Besides, he was young.

"Um it might sound weird but.. I don't remember what happened last night and have I ever told you about Hong Kong?" 

"Cause funny story I mean hah since I didn't tell you about Hush before and haha yeah well did I mention I love you? Because everything I said right now is true babybat. Not that what I said before isn't I mean. I'm rambling aren't I..Hah awkward"

Well he's still young...

He stuffs the rest of the cookie in his mouth and shrinks back into the white sheets avoiding his lover's glare. Its settled, Jason Todd should just die today.

[jasontoddwayne-blog]

Jason is in a body cast. At least that’s for he feels like right now. He managed to sit up and that toke longer than a few hundred years.

Fucking kill joy left. The cookies are literally on the table next to Jason, and he just walks away. Moody bastard. Damn cookies are taunting him.

Both his arms are as useful as marshmallows right now. Well no at least he could eat marshmallows. Shitty arms, shitty injuries, fucking cave.

[batcass]

Cass leans her elbow against the table and picks up a fresh cookie. Mmm. White chocolate macadamia? Peanut butter chocolate chip? Smells delicious.

She peers over her cookie and grins at Jason.

“You should try one of these…before they get cold,” she teases.

[jasontoddwayne-blog]

“Well what toke you so long. Who’s the new kid? Moodier than Big B. Speaking of the Devil, does he know I’m here? Well right he’ll know because he’s batman.”

It seems she was amused by his rambling. Well he’s glad she’s amused because he’s finally doing something right today.

“Hey don’t tell me you’re going to play the devil too. Feed me one. I’ll do anything” He winks at her and manages to steal a small laugh.

[batcass]

Cass ignores both his question and request at first, and instead takes a slow pleasurable bite into the cookie in her hand. She makes sure to lower her eyelids just enough to taunt him, but not all the way so she couldn’t see his fidgety reaction and half-hearted glare.

And then he makes the puppy face.

…Damn it.

Cass takes another cookie from the plate and sinks herself gently onto the bed. Jason grins, and then opens his mouth for the cookie. Cass contemplates toying with him some more, but then the reality of all his blood-soaked bandages releases any playful mood she was in. She sets the cookie in his mouth, and waits for him to take a big bite before lowering the rest out of the way.

“New kid’s name is Terry McGinnis,” she finally responds to his first question while  watching him chew. “Says he’s from the future.” She then pauses, before continuing, “And haven’t seen Bruce.. not since Hush…” Her voice trails away.

[jasontoddwayne-blog]

....Hush. Add one thing on the list of yes I still remember. It was an impulsive choice he made upon returning to Gotham. Jason stayed away for too long after coming back to land of the living. He wanted to face Bruce, Batman, who ever that really exist between those paper bag masks face to face.

Hush, used that. No, unlike the other gothamites, he knew exactly what he was getting into. Jason got a freebie to toy with Batman and practically a double jail free card. Those didn't come by everyday. He also got the bonus tabs on Hush. . He kept his friends close and his enemies closer.

Jason hadn't given the man anymore tools than what profited Hush already owned. But Jason helped him anyway. He played a role and even now he doesn't know if he should feel guilty or blame Bruce for having it coming.

And now bandage face is back. How long has it been? and happened in between?

Cass! She doesn't know. He. Ugh. Now what could he do? Tell her?

Would she still trust him? Stilllove him?

Does she love him? When did this happen?

Goddammit.How much of the shit he's done does she actually know? She could leave him anytime. He's no good. The way Cass spoke of Hush, he can't let her know how selfish and disgusting he was. How fucking messed up he still is. He's.... he's no good

just no, anyone, Batman, Oracle, anyone could tell her Jason Todd was a homicidal lunatic but there's a chance she won't believe them. Why wouldn't she? Babybat's still here.

That cookie is going to fall out of his mouth but Jason just chews like he hasn't eaten for days. Has he? Well fuck that because honestly who gives a crap load? Because that god fucking shit excuse for a drug is wearing off and he is not going to break down and cry on his girl.

but she's not just any girl

She's...

"Cass baby, I.."

I hope you don't hate me.

"I know Babs puts you on the stove because of me, but"

I trust you.

"She's got good reason."

and I love you.

" I've worked with Hush before."

It sounded more like a whisper than a confession.

"do you...I mean, I could help. I know how he works his side. I don't know what's going on now but. " His solemn face returns to a default smirk "Heh I wouldn't want to free load these cookies now would I?"

He's going to need more morphine.

[batcass]

….JASON.

[jasontoddwayne-blog]

He was a good dog. But…

He’s better off now. Once you go, you’re not suppose to come back….

[batcass]

I’m going to do the same to you in your sleep.

[jasontoddwayne-blog]

...you're going to kill me in my sleep? With Bread!? Choice of weapons sweet hart. You're kisses are deadlier.

[jasontoddwayne-blog]

Jason is in a body cast. At least that’s for he feels like right now. He managed to sit up and that toke longer than a few hundred years.

Fucking kill joy left. The cookies are literally on the table next to Jason, and he just walks away. Moody bastard. Damn cookies are taunting him.

Both his arms are as useful as marshmallows right now. Well no at least he could eat marshmallows. Shitty arms, shitty injuries, fucking cave.

[batcass]

Cass leans her elbow against the table and picks up a fresh cookie. Mmm. White chocolate macadamia? Peanut butter chocolate chip? Smells delicious.

She peers over her cookie and grins at Jason.

“You should try one of these…before they get cold,” she teases.

[jasontoddwayne-blog]

"Well what toke you so long. Who's the new kid? Moodier than Big B. Speaking of the Devil, does he know I'm here? Well right he'll know because he's batman."

It seems she was amused by his rambling. Well he's glad she's amused because he's finally doing something right today.

"Hey don't tell me you're going to play the devil too. Feed me one. I'll do anything" He winks at her and manages to steal a small laugh.

[jasontoddwayne-blog]

Without your information it would have taken me longer to discover Bruce's identity as the Batman. Now, as for what I want.. how about you let me out of here, and you and I can give your family what it has coming to it.

Come on big boy, you'll have to do better than that. Tossing a few bones won't do you any good. What exactly can you offer.

[jasontoddwayne-blog]

Oh, come now. Don't act like your assistance hasn't been invaluable to my plans. Or, perhaps your little family doesn't know of your involvement.

Playing the all knowing douche bag? Good luck with that. That lovely family of mine blames me for every too damn no good shit that goes around Gotham whether I'm here or not.

 If you got something to offer speak up or fuck off. I'm rather busy lately so lets get down to business.

[jasontoddwayne-blog]

Hello Jason. It's been some time.

Yeah not long enough. Take your shit honey to the left.

[jasontoddwayne-blog]

Jason is in a body cast. At least that's for he feels like right now. He managed to sit up and that toke longer than a few hundred years.

Fucking kill joy left. The cookies are literally on the table next to Jason, and he just walks away. Moody bastard. Damn cookies are taunting him.

Both his arms are as useful as marshmallows right now. Well no at least he could eat marshmallows. Shitty arms, shitty injuries, fucking cave.

[milliondollardebut-deactivated2]

[jasontoddwayne-blog]

Of all the places it lead him to Gotham. Jason needed answers and boy he’s glad he didn’t have to go to some weird chamber to get a snow-globe as advice. He lost track of the Untitled in the deadly maze…f—-

Trading memory for access to ancient knowledge is chill but dammit stealing his memories really? How in the world did he, ahem, forget ancient evil with ancient powers normally means ancient bad? Which is why he was currently laying in a puddle of his own blood.

Its easy not to notice his memory over Gotham was slipping when he was well away from said place but right now he hopes this doesn’t screw Cass up this whole thing reveals secret identities and that jazz. Jason drags himself forward. At least he could walk.  He can’t let the Untitled slip, actually he can barely hold on to remembering the perpetrator. A shadow passes over him.

An owl coos

S—-

[milliondollardebut-deactivated2]

Out of anxiousness, Barbara grabbed her hair and wrapped it in a messy bun as Cassandra headed out. The only thing she could think of saying was “be careful”, but the words never came from her mouth. By the time Barbara actually got around to opening her mouth, Cassandra’s bike roared as it left the cave. 

Barbara’s mind was a hundred places, but she tried to focus on this as much as possible. Knowing Jason’s last signal had been the closest, she directed Cassandra to the location. She had previously told Jason that she wouldn’t hunt him out, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t keep an eye on him, which she did frequently. 

Cassandra must see something in that boy…

“Proceed with caution, Black Bat.” Barbara eventually spoke into the mic.

[batcass]

At least the red dot was moving.

Hopefully on its own accord, and not.. being carried or dragged or—

Cass pushed the thought from her mind, as well as the memory of Jason’s bloody fight with Bane..

Breathe. Focus.

“Heading for Cape Carmine,” she informed Oracle through the helmet-mic. “Any current surveillance camera feeds?”

She leaned to the left onto the on-ramp of the freeway and the the bike agilely followed her lead. She speedily dodged between red tail-lights and ignored the honks over the thundering of the autumn air blazing past her.

And then.

She remembered.

The Owl she had fought earlier… it had made his exit in the same direction she was heading now.

Shi—!

[jasontoddwayne-blog]

He can't see shit.

Its a blur a blur

He's barely conscious. Didn't kill him?

This is weird, they don't need him for anything, unless they do. Do for what? That made no sense. He was chasing something before. Dammit Jason think. Fucking bird brain.

They stopped.

they? This' no good. fuck...he's such a loser

There's no point fighting back now, he broke something definitely because that arm hurts like hell.

This is probably it, he doesn't mind dying in Gotham. He knows Bruce won't even try to come this time. And he won't be buried this time, he'll be rotting in the streets until the police comes. Just another dead body in Gotham.

Shit how often does he think of about dying? He had to do something in Gotham. What was it? Revenge...no, not for himself....chasing down...?

His eyes weighed heavy. Just as they yearn to close he finally sees something he's been waiting for. Waiting for? Hoping for? 

A black shadow sways down upon his captor. Just like that more blurs and he's down on the floor. There's shouts and cries of pain. The voice travels farther and farther until there was no sound where Jason laid. They're fighting elsewhere and Jason fucking Todd laid there. 

He's quite the overachiever

[batcass]

….JASON.

[jasontoddwayne-blog]

He was a good dog. But...

He's better off now. Once you go, you're not suppose to come back....

[tinyterbear-blog]

[[Sorry to make an OOC post, but I think this is an important thing I need to put out here for everyone. I have a request for you all.

Please, please, please, please do not bring up the plot point of Bruce being Terry’s father. I will (begrudgingly) accept it as canon, but I would prefer it not...

[jasontoddwayne-blog]

Don't worryz I thought that was the most ridiculous thing, weird dna clone thing. Though all the bat kids take off some part of Bruce. I like how "you're becoming more like Bruce!" is a diss 

[milliondollardebut-deactivated2]

[batcass]

Cass inhaled for three counts, and exhaled.

Dick. Jason. Terry. Helena.

Cool. Calm. Collected. Think. Don’t freeze.

“Where was their last signal?” she asked quickly as she turned to grab her helmet from the table. “I’ll find them.”

[milliondollardebut-deactivated2]

Barbara knew that...

[jasontoddwayne-blog]

Of all the places it lead him to Gotham. Jason needed answers and boy he's glad he didn't have to go to some weird chamber to get a snow-globe as advice. He lost track of the Untitled in the deadly maze... fuck

Trading memory for access to ancient knowledge is chill but dammit stealing his memories really? How in the world did he, ahem, forget ancient evil with ancient powers normally means ancient bad? Which is why he was currently laying in a puddle of his own blood.

Its easy not to notice his memory over Gotham was slipping when he was well away from said place but right now he hopes this doesn't screw Cass up this whole thing reveals secret identities and that jazz. Jason drags himself forward. At least he could walk.  He can't let the Untitled slip, actually he can barely hold on to remembering the perpetrator. A shadow passes over him.

An owl coos

Shit

[gothamsfinestbutler-blog]

Quick! Grab and Go.

Brownies are on the left counter. Extra chocolatey with chocolate chips. Baked them just ten minutes ago, so do use caution.

I do believe the saying is “You snooze, you lose!”

[jasontoddwayne-blog]

goddamn it! There’s free for all brownies and I’m stuck wrapped like a mummy! Allllffrreeeddd please bring some down! I’m offering pretty pleases and shameless begging. Anything for those fudge goodies!

[flyingdgrayson-blog-blog]

I’ll bring you some brownies.

[jasontoddwayne-blog]

OY GOLDEN BOY have I told you I love you Bro!??

...wait a minute

This is only half the brownie? You ate three already you ass!

[jasontoddwayne-blog]

Hey jr when we having some familyyyy time? Haaahaahaa

Good times means celebration. Sadly I'll have to leave the party early, it'll just be you, the floor, and a crowbar to the head. Oh and explosions, I know how much you looovee explosions.

[gothamsfinestbutler-blog]

Quick! Grab and Go.

Brownies are on the left counter. Extra chocolatey with chocolate chips. Baked them just ten minutes ago, so do use caution.

I do believe the saying is “You snooze, you lose!”

[jasontoddwayne-blog]

goddamn it! There's free for all brownies and I'm stuck wrapped like a mummy! Allllffrreeeddd please bring some down! I'm offering pretty pleases and shameless begging. Anything for those fudge goodies!