Being Robin Gives Me Magic

Independent Jason Todd Robin from DC comics. No nsfw but Minors DNI writer is 28 and not comfortable with the idea.

[jaybinlad]

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[arrowsnsarcasm]

Jason looked over from the chair at the Batcomputer. “Dickie isn’t here right now. Neither is Bruce. If you’re looking for either of them. Think Dickie went back to Blüdhaven and Bruce went back out on patrol. I am finishing a case report. You can wait here if you want. I can get Alfred to bring tea or something Roy.” The boy kept typing a way at his case report. (From @jaybinlad )

Roy smiled just a bit, because the kid was, if nothing else, dedicated. “You know you’re allowed to take a break, right? Do something fun instead?” He said it like he was teasing, but he meant it too. He worried about B driving another Robin to their breaking point.

[jaybinlad]

Jason paused again. Maybe he just hadn’t had many friends. He didn’t see the appeal to staying somewhere you hated. He was greatful Bruce never forced it.

“Maybe you should tell them to be nicer. I have a feeling they need you more than you need them. Much like they need Wally more than he needs them. Hell they need Dick and Donna more than Dick and Donna need them.” He offered.

[arrowsnsarcasm]

“I guess I could,” Roy replied. “I’d never considered that an option before.” They’d made him feel low, dirty, and used for being an addict. He’d just assumed he deserved it.

But that was more Ollie’s doing than any of the Titans.

[jaybinlad]

Jason nodded. “You are a better hero then you give yourself credit for.” He offered as he finished the report and turned his attention tot he analysis.

“Gee this is taking awhile. Must be something we haven’t dealt with before.” Jason mumbled.

[marthahajo]

“You know, Bruce is really hard to get along with some times. I don’t know why he even bothered adopting me if he won’t listen to my ideas for how to help Gotham.” Jason vented. ((Have a Jason from The Batman movie franchise verse from @jaybinlad ))

"Oh? Well... I fear it might be a genetic issue. And I am not talking about Thomas here." Martha let out a sigh. "Being that stubborn isn't all that fun for people around, now is it? Not to mention to find a way to actually get them to listen. Or at least to consider your ideas."

[jaybinlad]

“I guess dreaming can’t hurt.” He chuckled some and rubbed behind his head, realizing that maybe he had said too much. Oh well.

“No. She…she overdosed. Life on crime alley has always been rough. She got sick, we couldn’t afford medicine. Her last words…that were trying to comfort me as I begged her not to go.” He spun some in his chair.

“But I have her cross. I keep it in the nightstand drawer next to my bed. In a special case so I don’t lose it.” He stretched some. “I like to think if there is an after life, that she can see me now and rest easy knowing I found a better life. Even if on accident.”

[marthahajo]

"Oh. Oh. I am so sorry to hear that my dear. But.. by the sound of it she cared for you a lot too, even in her last moments. Mh. It's more then what some could say about their parents."

Martha smiles a sad smile, watching him spin on the chair.

"That does sound nice, doesn't it? And... I am sure that there is one. An afterlife I mean. And I am sure she is happy that you got a better life."

[jaybinlad]

“I got lucky. Don’t remember as much of dad. He and mom used to fight a lot. Then he just didn’t come home one day. They found his car wrecked, no body.” Jason recalled and then shivered at the thought of all the things that could have happened.

He stretched some. “I really hope she is at peace then.” He rubbed his chin. He wasn’t really sure if he believed, just having his mom’s cross was enough for him to be happy and know she was near in that sense.

“Heck, I even have a dog again too. When I was really young we had a dog named Sparky. I don’t really remember well. I was too young when he died. Bruce and I broke up a dog fighting ring my first night as Robin, he let me keep the English Mastiff we found. I named him Ace.”

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[startersofroleplay]

Various Uncharted Sentence Starters

“Are you sure you can hang with me? I’m kind of a big deal.”

“Don’t worry, I got a few tricks up my sleeve.”

“I’m sweating like a hooker in church!”

“If you’re good maybe I’ll show you my other tattoo.”

“I’ll lead. You’ll follow.”

“I’m assuming you favour substance over style.”

“I’m feelin’ it. You feelin’ it? ‘Cause I’m definitely feelin’ it.”

“Kitty got wet!”

“Know what you’re gonna like about me? Everything.”

“Look at me. I’m blushing.”

“Man, this is like trying to find a bride in a brothel.”

“Man, what kind of Black Ops bullshit is this?”

“Oh great, next thing I know you’ll be putting that gun to the back of my head and telling me about the rabbits.”

“Oh man, I’m so tired of climbing shit.”

“One request: don’t waste my time.”

“So, after all your bitching about the cigar, now it comes in handy, huh?”

“That’s my blood. That’s a lot of my blood.”

“There’s a guy above you, there’s a guy above you! … There’s a guy below you, there’s a guy below you!”

“This all looks a little hinky.”

“Three goddamn bullets? How the hell did you do this with three goddamn bullets?”

“We don’t get to pick our start in this life. Real greatness is what you do with the hand you’re dealt.”

“Yeah sounds terrible. Take his wallet.”

“Yeah, good luck pal, that’s almost impossible to—oh, you did it. Nice.”

“You assholes are going to make me miss my train.”

“You brought a hooker to church?”

“You can trust me. …probably.”

“You couldn’t find your ass with both hands… and a map.”

“You know, one of these days you’re really going to have to start carrying your own matches.”

“You’ll find that I’m someone of simple tastes. Wine, literature, headbutts.”

“You’re not proposing, are you?”

[arrowsnsarcasm]

Jason looked over from the chair at the Batcomputer. “Dickie isn’t here right now. Neither is Bruce. If you’re looking for either of them. Think Dickie went back to Blüdhaven and Bruce went back out on patrol. I am finishing a case report. You can wait here if you want. I can get Alfred to bring tea or something Roy.” The boy kept typing a way at his case report. (From @jaybinlad )

Roy smiled just a bit, because the kid was, if nothing else, dedicated. “You know you’re allowed to take a break, right? Do something fun instead?” He said it like he was teasing, but he meant it too. He worried about B driving another Robin to their breaking point.

[jaybinlad]

Jason paused again. Maybe he just hadn’t had many friends. He didn’t see the appeal to staying somewhere you hated. He was greatful Bruce never forced it.

“Maybe you should tell them to be nicer. I have a feeling they need you more than you need them. Much like they need Wally more than he needs them. Hell they need Dick and Donna more than Dick and Donna need them.” He offered.

[arobinwithoutbatman]

@jaybinlad [x]

Oh yeah, this was absolutely a Jason with how quickly he came to those conclusions and the reasoning was solid. He couldn't help but laugh at the description of Dick because it wasn't entirely wrong.

"My name is Tim." Because screw it, they were high up enough that no one would hear them and he'd already dealt with the nearby Regulator gangs for tonight. "I'm not totally clear on what's going on in your world so I have no idea where your world's version of me might be."

Or if he even existed there because there were differences like that sometimes; the newest member of his family, Phen, was the best example he was aware of so far.

"There's every chance a version of me doesn't exist in your world at all."

[jaybinlad]

“So the Drake kid. Interesting.” Jason mused. The kid didn’t look like much, or really seem interested in anything. But Galas were a terrible way to gauge that he supposed. He knew he tended to try and hide around Bruce and Alfred.

Then again, after hearing insults and put downs like “charity case” Jason had no desire to be near the upper class parents.

“Let’s see…I started at eleven. I am thirteen now. Two years. Well at least close to it.” He relaxed some as he bounced on the back of his feet.

“You been on any Teen Titans missions yet? I have been on a few. Didn’t really click well with the team. Can’t say I care for them. Aside from Dick and Kori. Please tell me they are at least nicer to you. I don’t expect niceness for me.”

[electricea]

Anonymous sent - Jason, in his Robin costume barely managed to pull the stranger back and pressed him against the wall beside him. “The heck are you doing here?” The young vigilante hissed. “It’s kind of dangerous at the moment. With tons of bad guys and the like.” (From the Young Justice verse of @jaybinlad )

Skull instinctively bristles, glaring back down at the costumed vigilante - growling beneath his mask. "You think I want to be here...?" Besides, with how this guy was pressing him against a wall - how did he know he wasn't one of the bad guys in question here...? Giving a light shove, Skull growls. "Trust me, I just want to get the hell out of here. Not planning to stick around."

[jaybinlad]

“Like hell you’re walking away.” Jason rolled his eyes. “Just stay here. The rest of the team will be here soon, that will give you the opening to run.” Jason peaked his head around the corner at the war zone that was Gotham’s streets at the moment. “Damn it. Maybe one of my smoke pellets can disperse the riot for a few moments.” He mumbled to himself.

[electricea]

"What, 'cause sticking with you is such a better idea...?" Comes his immediate rebuttal. He still didn't even know if this guy was an enemy or not. "Team...? You mean you got others helping you out...?" He didn't know if that was supposed to be a good thing or not - it could mean more people to be wary of and more warm welcomes, he supposed. "Like, create a distraction so I can get the hell out of here...?" Underneath the mask, his eyes narrow suspiciously. "You'd do that...?"

[jaybinlad]

“I can make a distraction. But only once the others get here. Batman’s orders.” Jason had a hand to his right ear. “For now, I am to keep you here. Once the rest of the team arrives, I’ll help make the distraction. Run straight for the park, it’s an evacuation zone.” Jason explained. “The League is too far out, but the team should be here in about five minutes.”

The boy looked over at the other. “Sorry we have a lot of problems going on here. Sort of got out of hand before Batman and I could stop it.”

[batgirlspain]

Jason peaked his head around Barbra’s shoulder. “And you’re sure that Condiment King is the one planning this heist? Seems a bit too ambitious for him.” (From @jaybinlad )

I lean back from my laptop with a quiet sigh, eyes still lingering on the surveillance footage paused on the screen before I push myself up and head into the kitchen. The apartment is dim except for the glow from my desk lamp and the city lights bleeding through the rain-streaked windows of my Gotham Heights place.

“I’m telling you, the timing’s too clean.”

I say, opening the fridge while Jason keeps questioning the case from somewhere behind me.

“Three break-ins in one week, all near the same underground access routes? That’s coordinated.”

I grab a container of mixed greens and set it on the counter.

“And Condiment King doesn’t suddenly become a criminal mastermind overnight.”

I’m wearing black joggers and a worn gray tank top with an oversized flannel hanging open over it, my glasses perched low on my nose while my hair’s twisted into a messy knot that’s barely holding together anymore.

I start pulling ingredients from the fridge one by one: crisp romaine, cucumber slices, cherry tomatoes, avocado, grilled chicken, feta cheese, and a lemon vinaigrette I made yesterday. Fresh. Actual food. The kind that doesn’t come wrapped in greasy paper or require a tetanus shot afterward.

I glance back toward Jason with a small smirk.

“I’m making salad, which I know violates at least six of your personal beliefs.”

I grab a cutting board and shake my head.

“So are you eating this, or am I ordering you something covered in melted cheese to protect your reputation?”

[jaybinlad]

“Why would I do that? There are easier ways to see things Bruce doesn’t want me to see.” The redhead boy laughed. There was a reason he had been banned from using the Batcomputer for a bit after all. That taught him to clear his search history for sure.

He followed Batgirl without a second thought. The young boy kept his eyes on the hall ahead of them as they walked through the hall.

“It’s Gotham. There is a slight chance we are wrong, but this city always finds new ways to disappoint. We both know that.” The boy sighed as he walked beside Barbra.

“We just do what we can. Hopefully we are wrong. Best case scenario. Worst case, we have quite the all-nighter. First disarming bombs, then proving who it is.” He felt himself getting faster.

“Will this take us right to both our vehicles? If not I’ll have to summon my ride. I am not riding in a side car. I am not Dick Grayson.” He joked.

[arrowsnsarcasm]

Jason looked over from the chair at the Batcomputer. “Dickie isn’t here right now. Neither is Bruce. If you’re looking for either of them. Think Dickie went back to Blüdhaven and Bruce went back out on patrol. I am finishing a case report. You can wait here if you want. I can get Alfred to bring tea or something Roy.” The boy kept typing a way at his case report. (From @jaybinlad )

Roy smiled just a bit, because the kid was, if nothing else, dedicated. “You know you’re allowed to take a break, right? Do something fun instead?” He said it like he was teasing, but he meant it too. He worried about B driving another Robin to their breaking point.

[jaybinlad]

Jason nodded, his heart swelling with pride. “I am glad. The Titans didn’t seem to like me very much when I came over the one time. Why is that friend group friends again?” He seemed to be genuinely curious.

[arrowsnsarcasm]

Yeah, Roy remembered. He’d mostly been neutral himself to a new Robin, but that had been because he’d been worried about Cheshire at the time.

“We were kind of forced to work together to prove we could to our mentors,” he explained. “And after a while you go through so much you become family.”

[jaybinlad]

“I see.” Jason still seemed confused. But then again. The only ones that seemed in his age range were Beast Boy and Rayven. Otherwise they were all adults not teens.

“Maybe if I ever actually stay long enough.” Jason pondered. “What is it that keeps you there? When I was there you, Dick, and Wally all seemed miserable.”

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[arrowsnsarcasm]

Jason looked over from the chair at the Batcomputer. “Dickie isn’t here right now. Neither is Bruce. If you’re looking for either of them. Think Dickie went back to Blüdhaven and Bruce went back out on patrol. I am finishing a case report. You can wait here if you want. I can get Alfred to bring tea or something Roy.” The boy kept typing a way at his case report. (From @jaybinlad )

Roy smiled just a bit, because the kid was, if nothing else, dedicated. “You know you’re allowed to take a break, right? Do something fun instead?” He said it like he was teasing, but he meant it too. He worried about B driving another Robin to their breaking point.

[jaybinlad]

Jason nodded, his heart swelling with pride. “I am glad. The Titans didn’t seem to like me very much when I came over the one time. Why is that friend group friends again?” He seemed to be genuinely curious.

[batgirlspain]

Jason peaked his head around Barbra’s shoulder. “And you’re sure that Condiment King is the one planning this heist? Seems a bit too ambitious for him.” (From @jaybinlad )

I lean back from my laptop with a quiet sigh, eyes still lingering on the surveillance footage paused on the screen before I push myself up and head into the kitchen. The apartment is dim except for the glow from my desk lamp and the city lights bleeding through the rain-streaked windows of my Gotham Heights place.

“I’m telling you, the timing’s too clean.”

I say, opening the fridge while Jason keeps questioning the case from somewhere behind me.

“Three break-ins in one week, all near the same underground access routes? That’s coordinated.”

I grab a container of mixed greens and set it on the counter.

“And Condiment King doesn’t suddenly become a criminal mastermind overnight.”

I’m wearing black joggers and a worn gray tank top with an oversized flannel hanging open over it, my glasses perched low on my nose while my hair’s twisted into a messy knot that’s barely holding together anymore.

I start pulling ingredients from the fridge one by one: crisp romaine, cucumber slices, cherry tomatoes, avocado, grilled chicken, feta cheese, and a lemon vinaigrette I made yesterday. Fresh. Actual food. The kind that doesn’t come wrapped in greasy paper or require a tetanus shot afterward.

I glance back toward Jason with a small smirk.

“I’m making salad, which I know violates at least six of your personal beliefs.”

I grab a cutting board and shake my head.

“So are you eating this, or am I ordering you something covered in melted cheese to protect your reputation?”

[jaybinlad]

Jason snickered.

“You can’t fix poorly made food after it is made. No amount of seasoning makes steamed vegetables taste good.”

Okay, she had a point there. But Gas Station Hot Dogs were all the Todds could afford for “Gourmet” food.

“In my defense, that was the best we could do some days. If it wasn’t that, it was ramen noodles. We rarely got anything fresh.” That was just not possible in crime alley.

The confirmation that he had a pretty good idea of what was happening didn’t bring him peace or smugness like one would have thought it might. It just made him realize how dangerous this could be.

“Oh no. I am going to hope it isn’t the latter…” The rain outside didn’t seem to be letting up either. He took a deep breath as he looked the files over.

Crime Alley, The Hill, those other neighborhoods around them. Places that would all be really good looking to the rich looking to make a quick buck.

“They didn’t make anything too secret now that we look at this. But to confirm what I am thinking, once the rain lets up, we’ll need to get out there. Preferably with some of the metal seeking equipment.”

His mind only went to one area. A dark one. He remembered the day his dad came home yelling for Jason and Catherine to drop everything and run outside for an evacuation, no time to pack. Back then, it was just one of Joker’s schemes.

Now, stakes might be considerably higher. Especially since there might not be time to even warn people if he was right about the hell that was about to be unleashed.

“Because if it is them paying someone is indeed what we have on our hands…it won’t end well.” He sighed as he looked at the screen.

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

[batgirlspain]

I don’t argue about the vegetables this time. Mostly because I’m too busy staring at the map. The joke dies somewhere before it reaches my mouth. A bad feeling. Yeah. I’ve got one too.

I pull my knees up onto the couch and stare at the cluster of highlighted properties on my screen. Crime Alley. The Hill. Blocks surrounding both neighborhoods. Places developers have been trying to get their hands on for years. Places people still live. That’s the part that bothers me. If this was just about money, Gotham would be business as usual. Rich people screwing over other rich people isn’t exactly breaking news around here. But people don’t hire criminals, create fake companies, and run secret payment trails for simple real estate deals. Not in Gotham.

I zoom out on the map. Then farther out, looking for something I missed. A pattern inside the pattern. The rain pounds against the windows hard enough that it almost sounds like static. Then I see it. I freeze. My hand stops on the mouse.

“Hold on...”

I lean forward. The highlighted properties aren’t just clustered around Crime Alley. They’re circling it. Not perfectly, but close enough. My stomach drops. I start clicking through city planning maps, old sewer layouts, transit routes, utility tunnels… my heartbeat picks up with every file.

“No way.”

I pull up another map and overlay it. Then another. The lines match. Not exactly, but close enough. Too close. I feel cold all of a sudden. The room is warm, but it doesn’t matter because I know that feeling. It’s the feeling I get right before a theory stops being a theory.

“Please tell me I’m wrong.”

I already know I’m not. I open one final file. An old city survey that most people would never bother looking at. The answer is right there, buried in decades-old records. I let out a slow breath and sit back. For a second I just stare at the screen trying to convince myself I’m reaching. That I’m connecting dots that aren’t there. But I can’t. The dots are definitely there.

“If somebody wanted those neighborhoods emptied…”

My voice comes out quieter than I intended.

“They wouldn’t need to buy every property.”

I swallow.

“They’d just need people to leave.”

I look back at the maps: at the tunnel routes, at the redevelopment plans, at the fake company, at the money… suddenly none of it feels disconnected anymore. It feels like pieces of the same machine. A machine that’s been running for a while. I rub my face. God, I hope I’m wrong. Because if I’m right, this isn’t about theft. It’s not even about the evidence lockup. It’s about creating a reason for thousands of people to get out fast.

My eyes drift toward the rain-streaked windows. Toward Gotham beyond them. Toward Crime Alley. I think about the families still living there, the kids, the old apartment buildings barely holding together, the people who don’t have anywhere else to go… and for the first time tonight, I stop thinking like a detective. I start thinking like Jim Gordon’s daughter. Like someone who grew up watching what happens when Gotham decides certain people are disposable.

“Nope.”

I grab my phone from the coffee table. Already scrolling through contacts.

“If there’s even a chance we’re right, I’m not waiting for the rain to stop.”

I stand. The laptop remains open on the couch. Maps glowing in the dark apartment.

“We need eyes on those locations tonight.”

Because some instincts are impossible to ignore, and mine is currently screaming at me that whatever is coming is already moving.

[jaybinlad]

Any lightness Jason had died at that point. He wasn’t like Bruce, not yet, but he had that familiar look on his face. The look only one who knew what was coming and knew stopping it would suck.

“Barbra..do you think it is Dagget?” Jason barely managed to utter out. For a man who ran medical companies, he was probably one of the most evil people in Gotham. And that was saying something in a city with the Maroni and Falcone crime families, with Two-Face, Scare Crow, Killer Croc, and worst of all The Joker. Though, sometimes Jason wondered if Dagget wasn’t just as evil as the clown prince of crime.

He was quick to get into his Robin suit. Adjusting it to better cover his eyes and somewhat of his face. He pulled his gloves over his hands and under arms to get full arm protection before finishing up by pulling up the pants and getting his utility belt in place as he looked out the window.

“Get the rain ponchos.” He joked as he put the rain cloak he and Bruce had made over himself and looked out the window to the city below.

“How are we exiting this apartment without bringing attention to ourselves?” He asked as he cracked his knuckles. Ready to disarm bombs, and crack some skulls if needed.

[arrowsnsarcasm]

Jason looked over from the chair at the Batcomputer. “Dickie isn’t here right now. Neither is Bruce. If you’re looking for either of them. Think Dickie went back to Blüdhaven and Bruce went back out on patrol. I am finishing a case report. You can wait here if you want. I can get Alfred to bring tea or something Roy.” The boy kept typing a way at his case report. (From @jaybinlad )

Roy smiled just a bit, because the kid was, if nothing else, dedicated. “You know you’re allowed to take a break, right? Do something fun instead?” He said it like he was teasing, but he meant it too. He worried about B driving another Robin to their breaking point.

[jaybinlad]

“I have a feeling he sees you the same way.” Jason said with confidence as they stopped and he removed his helmet before putting it back and heading towards the Batcomputer.

“He cares about you, and you can have more than one best friend.” He finally sat down and logged back in, quickly pulling up the case report and starting to type.

“Sometimes things work out in the end. I know they don’t always.” Jason turned the chair to look at Roy.

“You must really be worried. I think the only Titan that isn’t in here at least once a week to ask about Dick is Garth.”

[arrowsnsarcasm]

“It would help if Dick would talk to us. Any of us. But he gets in these emotional states where he secludes himself in his hurt. I get it, he didn’t have many friends in his life before B, but he has plenty now,” Roy mused, clearly worried and frustrated.

“He’d listen to you too,” he added. “He respects you.”

[jaybinlad]

“I have noticed. Alfred seems to go out there a lot. He claims he’s just making sure Dick is keeping his refrigerator stocked. I think he is trying to get him to talk.” He told him.

His eyes widened. “He does? I know he wanted to adopt me before B. But that still shocks me. I am still relatively new to this.” He motioned around them at the Batcave.

[arobinwithoutbatman]

@jaybinlad [x]

Oh yeah, this was absolutely a Jason with how quickly he came to those conclusions and the reasoning was solid. He couldn't help but laugh at the description of Dick because it wasn't entirely wrong.

"My name is Tim." Because screw it, they were high up enough that no one would hear them and he'd already dealt with the nearby Regulator gangs for tonight. "I'm not totally clear on what's going on in your world so I have no idea where your world's version of me might be."

Or if he even existed there because there were differences like that sometimes; the newest member of his family, Phen, was the best example he was aware of so far.

"There's every chance a version of me doesn't exist in your world at all."

[jaybinlad]

“Tim.” Jason furrowed his brows. He had heard the name, at a few galas. Around the halls of Gotham Prep from sarcastic kids that spoke ill of other families. Though he couldn’t definitively conclude this was this universe’s same person. Not knowing even the last name.

“Well, my world definitely doesn’t have this much brightness. A little shocking to see it. Still has the Gothic aesthetic.” Jason was relieved by that at least.

“If you are who I suspect you fully are, you do. But never really met you. Just heard in passing.” Jason looked around more. He had made the right call moving to roof tops. The guys he had seen so far tonight seemed to be armed to the teeth.

“How long have you been Robin? B usually doesn’t let me patrol on my own. If I am, I usually have a bat shaped shadow. He doesn’t think I know, but I do.”