--- * CICATRIX MANET.

" you people aren't the most subtle of strategists! "

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after 2 years, i’m moving blogs. everything will be dropped except for those threads with people i regularly talk with. you know who you are. find me and jason over here! this blog will be deleted at the end of the week.

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this is very last minute but this blog and my two other blogs will be on semi hiatus because of uni!! i’ll be on discord over at lacifur marningstor#0666 if you need me, but replies will be scarce. maybe one or two a week. idk.

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he leans, ruffling his twin's hair with a telling grin. "hey. guess what time it is." a beat, then two, "it's midnight. on our birthday." and, okay, so maybe dad wasn't going to notice, and mom was gonna be drugged out by the end of the day, but jason's been hiding away a few coins here and there from their thievery. enough to get some sweets from the grocery store for today.

                    unless you lived in gotham, you wouldn’t realize how much danger lurked at every corner, especially in such a place as crime alley. it was a fight or die city, and oftentimes, the city was unforgiving. but if there were one silver lining to all this, it was that jason being here made it easier – not that he couldn’t do anything by himself. rather, having his twin made escape plans that much easier. they were each other’s contingency plans, because they couldn’t rely on their ( jokes of ) parents. in fact, he was certain their mom didn’t even know that they’d been stealing from the drugstore to get medicine, or from the bakery for the bare minimum of sustenance that they both needed. or even the numerous, countless passersby that they’d pick-pocketed from. but none of that mattered. what mattered was that they had each other, and that was all that counted.

                   jacob was roused from his sleep-like trance when he felt familiar hands ruffling through his hair, blinking the lethargy from his eyes and pressing his palms into them when it didn’t work. he hauled himself into a sitting position and was about to hazard a guess when jason told him anyway, and the surprise at his twin surprising him before HE did melted away when he realized that jason had enough of a stash of money to buy the coveted wonka bar. then jacob grinned in return, raising a palm as excitement brimmed in his eyes. “wait here. i got something too.” he leapt out of bed and went for the heap on the corner of the room that was his jacket. hidden beneath it was a cake box, sans candles and a lighter, or any utensils, for that matter, not that such a thing EVER bothered them.

                   he returned to the bed and opened the paper box, revealing a chocolate cake with copious amounts of chocolate bits atop a chocolate buttercream frosting bed. “happy birthday, jay. here’s to us BOTH.”

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aenarchy replied to your post: Jason's "dying once is enough" is a big mood.

What does it make Yoda then huh

you only die, anakin

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where’s jasmine??

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Jason's "dying once is enough" is a big mood.

                   “move over, yolo, i give you YODO – you only die once.”

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birburger‌. ;;

“unless you’ve found a way to magically freeze time around yourself, I don’t think a year is going to change the gap.” he’s absent, most of his focus on the helmet as he maneuvers a component in with a pair of tweezers. and then Jason brings up the age-old logic. ah. Tim supposes Jason hadn’t actually been around for that incident, had he.

“about that…. I can’t go down that path.” not if he doesn’t want to lose Bruce. or Dick, or… any of his family. he’d stood next to Kon and Cassie as one of the new Trinity, but Tim doesn’t want to know the level of manipulation going on to let those two be okay with the measures his possible future self had gone to.

                    “yeah, you’re probably right. can’t be a robin without losing some body part or having some IRREVERSIBLE physical injury.” or even death. even if those words were uttered in sarcasm, there was some morbid truth to them -- just recently he’d heard that tim lost his spleen. ( ha! that rhymed ) making a mental note not to sneeze in his general direction, he leaned forward in the chair. “neither can bruce, or dick, or anyone in the FAMILY, apparently. but I can do what you guys can’t. i can kill them. putting criminals where they’re SUPPOSED to be -- in their graves. even you should be able to understand that, timbo.”

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notarodent‌. ;;

@killcrimes is getting a short random starter

❝ You realize that you Terran money isn’t gonna get me anything in space — right? ❞

                    “yeah, well -- space isn’t exactly in my backyard. if you’re looking for parts for your SCIENCE PROJECTS or quality chow though, i might have a few CONNECTIONS.”

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birburger‌. ;;

“only by a year or so. I think.” time got funky when one accounted for the death and resurrection of one Jason Todd.

it doesn’t take long for Tim to have half the internal electronics strewn across his workbench, soldering iron heating up in its cradle as he picked apart components. “yeah, that’s the one.”

                    “two or three, at best. you still have bruce’s shadow hovering over you. try again in a year.” now he was absently tinkering with the blowtorch, idly wondering if marshmallows would taste any different when torched compared to over a fire. or a stove. he switched it off, then straightened in the seat with a creak. “if you’re THAT smart, timbo, you’ll know that what bruce is doing ISN’T enough. he can’t keep putting criminals locked up in baby jail forever. as long as they’re alive, they pose a threat. and you and i BOTH know this.”

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dc fucking took a masterpiece that was batman hush and ruined it in 100mins.

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honest though i’m more mad about jason in hic than i am about hal because once again !! tom king has failed to understand why jason did what he did, like every fucking writer in n52 / rebirth that has written him. jason did what he did because he felt bruce didn’t do enough as batman. that criminals were still roaming the streets because he wouldn’t take a life. jason does exactly what bruce is doing, except that his methods involve death as a permanent solution to the crime problem in gotham. he lived in crime alley before he was taken in by bruce. he fought for his own survival. saw the dirtiest, filthiest and most incorrigible criminals that the city had to offer. he does what he does because he Knows these criminals are not intimidated by the law. he fights for people who can’t fight for themselves. he kills criminals because he believes that that’s the only way to stop them. not because he’s ‘cool’ or ‘rebellious’ or ‘edgy’.

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spiiderdad replied to your post: jason vc urgh bruce I’m trying to not kill but my...

i hate you and this post

:3c

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jason vc urgh bruce I'm trying to not kill but my boobs are dummy thicc and the chest taser in my armour keeps killing the criminals

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                    “sometimes, i prefer using KNIVES. adds a little PERSONAL touch to it, don’t you think?”

@ragetamed never asked for something but gets something anyway

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sb: murdering criminals is illegal jason: letting you talk should be illegal

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where has jasmine gone?? did thanos dust her??

hal jordan: @willforged [ high activity ] jason todd: you are here [ moderate activity ] kon el ( sideblog ): @falseclone [ low ( no ) activity ]

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yellowhooded‌. ;;

     “Or I’ll DROP you like the soul sucking $*^%head scum you are, ya freaking psycho!” She really needed to stop listening to Ollie’s alliterative rants. Though, they did make for potent material…

                    “remember what happened the LAST time?” jason sneered, all too READY to remind her. SHE should know, of all people, that his reflexes were just about as good as hers, if not better. even if the battlefield was angled in her favour, the red hood wasn’t your typical run of the mill, wet behind the ear criminal. the fact that SOME people conveniently made that mistake was what cost them their deaths. gloved fingers diving into his utility belt, jason dug out his trusty knife, the weapon comfortably weighted in his hand. he wasn’t a fool -- to use GUNS in an alleyway as narrow as this would cause the bullets to ricochet. besides, knives were PERSONAL. “we could try this again, or you can start telling me about the druglords running the city. i walk away with information, and you get to walk away WITHOUT a knife in your stomach. seems FAIR, girlie.”