Once I Was Real

Jason Todd, fresh out of the grave and looking to raise a little hell. M!A: None [Part of the Heroes vs. Justice group.]

[thebluedentist]

The Bird and Bug Wonder {flashback}

[mistaken-for-mercy]

It had been stupid from the beginning, all of it. With Bruce off world, Jason had been given a choice, stay at the manor with just Alfred with the condition that Dick would be stopping by regularly to check up on him, or stay at the Cave and still be allowed to continue with training and missions. After wrestling with the choice for hours, he had elected to stay at the Cave.

He had no idea why that had seemed like a good idea.

Having been with the Titans for some time now, he was used to most of them, though he was still a little uncomfortable being around them when some of the older members were being all buddy-buddy with each other. It made him feel like he didn’t belong even more than usual. One on one though, most of them weren’t that bad, at least the ones he had gotten to know anyway.

Today though, he had been left to his own devices. The day before, he had been on a rather intensive missions, so it was time for a break, which meant time to train. Though he could fight as good as the rest of the Titans and was doing fairly well living up to the Robin mantle, there were still a few places where he fell a little short. His flips weren’t quite as crisp as Dick’s, and he often took an extra step when he landed.

The practicing had been going well, better than usual even, until he had tried to get fancy. He was just glad there wasn’t really anyone else around to watch him hobble to the infirmary, cursing under his breath all the while.

So now, there he was, sitting on a cot and grumbling to himself, fighting back a wince as he pressed and ice-pack to his now slightly swollen ankle. Hearing the door open, he looked up sharply, eyes narrowing a little behind the sunglasses he always wore. Blue Beetle. Another new recruit, one he didn’t know very well. Instantly, Jason was suspicious.

"What’re you looking at?"

[thebluedentist]

Jaime held up his hands in defense, alarmed by Robin’s sharp reaction to him being at the door. He blinked, taking a small step back, and stared for a second at Robin’s ankle, eyebrows slightly furrowed. Robin was evidently hurt and Jaime doubted that ice would heal it— he’d sprained his ankle a ton as a kid, and the ice helped, but…

"I’m not," he said quickly, averting his eyes from the boy on the bed. "I’m not… I’m just… I-I was just wondering who was in here, is all, I mean I could hear— I could hear something.”

He swallowed and stared at a picture of a forest on the wall. God Robin was frightening, even injured and on the cot. Jaime ventured to take a step closer. He looked at Robin again and frowned at his obviously pained teammate. As an older brother, Jaime had always been inclined to help people, and this was no exception.

"Are you okay?" he asked hesitantly, starting to close the door and get nearer to Robin.

[mistaken-for-mercy]

The babbling did nothing to alleviate Jason’s mistrust. Jaime was a new recruit, some sort of crazy alien bug stuck to his back, at least that was what Jason had gotten from the file on him. Batman had instilled a healthy sense of paranoia in him, so there wasn’t anything that was on record that Robin didn’t know. 

No matter how harmless Jaime actually looked, Robin tensed up as he drew closer, curling in on himself ever so slightly. Behind his sunglasses, his eyes flicked around, looking for possible escape routes. That was a habit that went back long before Batman, though it had only grown recently.

"I’m fine," he replied a little tersely, twitching a little when Jaime closed the door behind him. Trapped. No way out. At least the infirmary wasn’t small enough to make Jason feel claustrophobic, but he didn’t like the idea of being stuck along in a room with an almost stranger with some sort of crazy alien powerhouse stuck to his back.

"Just landed bad, nothing to worry about," he insisted, though he was a little confused as to why Jaime would even be worried. They barely knew each other.

[thebluedentist]

Jaime smiled, trying to be friendly, but he didn’t really know what he looked like with the bug suit on. Probably creepy. Maybe— well, Robin hadn’t ever seen his human face, and Jaime always wondered how much like an alien he must’ve looked. Of course— with actual aliens on the team, it may not have been so strange, but.

"Sorry," Jaime said, though he wasn’t sure if he was sorry for intruding or sorry that Jason had got injured. He walked up to where Robin was sitting and glanced at the swollen foot, frowning. "You should elevate it," he said, rubbing his scratchy chin. "And probably not walk on it like… for a week."

Well, that wouldn’t go over very well. Jaime knew Batman— he knew frikkin’ Batman— and that guy was probably tough all hours of the day. He was off-world until tomorrow. No way that was going to heal, and no way Robin could hide it from anyone, let alone the world’s greatest detective.

He didn’t sit down on the same cot at Jason, but rather the one next to it, meanwhile the beetle whispered into his ear. Or shouted. Usually it was loud. Jaime looked up from the ankle and up to Jason’s masked face. “Walking on it’ll only make it worse. Ice’ll help but keep it above your heart, like lay down I mean.”

[mistaken-for-mercy]

The bugsuit was pretty weird, but nothing stranger than Jason had ever seen, growing up in Gotham and working with Batman had desensitized him to most things like that. Some of the other people they had teamed up with in recent years had looked far more bizarre. Still, he wasn't a big fan of letting anyone he didn't really know get anywhere near him no matter what they looked like.

"I know how to treat a bad ankle," he grumbled, though he did shift to grab a pillow to shove under his foot, keeping the ice pack pressed to his ankle. "Staying off it ain't--isn't an option." He corrected himself, his street accent often threatening to slip back in when he was agitated despite all Bruce and Alfred had done to train him out of it. It was more himself and his injury that he was annoyed with than Jaime, but the other teen had the misfortune of being around him when he was pissed off, so a little of the irritation was likely to get taken out on him. 

Huffing, he reluctantly laid back against the other pillows on the cot, knowing Jaime was right at least about how to take care or the injury. He draped an arm over his eyes as he blew out a breath. "Gotta be in training tomorrow or Batman'll hear about it and never let me live this down. He's gonna be fucking pissed."

[mistaken-for-mercy]

Behind the Trigger || [Open]

[dreams-save-us]

The stranger was wrong. The world may not always need ‘his type’ of hero, but the girl in his hands and the body at his feet proved that today was not that day. Clark could have frozen the man’s feet to the ground, but that led to frostbite fairly quickly (depending on how solid he made the blocks of ice), and he didn’t want to damage the man’s body permanently. He did want to stop him. 

Superman couldn’t fly and he couldn’t use superspeed. The girl was too traumatized for him to subject her to either of those. He also couldn’t just leave her somewhere. She could not take care of herself. 

Behind him, Clark heard the wailing of sirens. He turned as two police officers pulled out of a cruiser, guns drawn. Clark turned, and the cops hesitated for a moment, guns still pointed at him. 

"Take care of her, I’ll take care of him." Clark spoke firmly, nodding in the direction the stranger had bolted off in. One of the cops, clearly the senior partner stepped forward. "Good to have you back, Sir." 

The girl whimpered in his arms, but let herself be transferred into the cops arms. Superman smiled sadly down at her, “You’ll be okay.” 

With that, he turned and flew off into the alley. He passed by the murderer, and saw the three men running ahead. Clark used his super speed and sped up to them. He stopped in front of them. 

"You’re not going anywhere." 

[mistaken-for-mercy]

As fast as he was, which was nearly record breaking, Jason was no meta and he cursed under his breath as Superman flew past. That was definitely cheating. Maybe he should talk to Lex about the possibility of a jetpack or something. There had to be some money in the budget for that, right?

Just a few moments later, he came to a halt on top of the building, looking over the men the hero had cornered. As far as he was concerned, they were as guilty at the body he had dropped earlier. The only reason they hadn’t already joined their friend was that they had let him go first.

Gun drawn, he took aim, firing off a shot at one of them, hoping that ‘faster than a speeding bullet’ thing was a bit of an exaggeration. Even if it was, Superman couldn’t protect them forever. Heroes were outdated and simply ineffectual as far as he was concerned. There was no point in letting scum like them stay alive, because sooner or later, they would get out of prison, and there was no changing men like them.

[dreams-save-us]

Clark could see the stranger’s finger pulling the trigger and moved as fast as he could into its way. The bullet hit his chest, hard, and bounced off onto the roof. Satisfied that the bullet was now harmless, Superman stepped forward. He wrapped his fist around the barrel of the stranger’s gun and crushed it in his hands, glaring at the man as he did so. 

"This isn’t the way. This doesn’t solve anything, it just makes more of them." Superman gestured back towards the three terrified men behind him. 

"I’m not saying they’re not scum, but you can’t kill them.” 

Clark let go of the crushed gun, making sure he was firmly between the stranger and the three soon-to-be convicts. 

"Either take care of this properly, or back off and let me do it." 

[mistaken-for-mercy]

When he saw what Superman was going to do, Jason tried to jerk back, getting his hand out of the way of that crushing grip, though his gun wasn't quite as lucky. Oh well, there were always more guns, he had six more hidden on his person. Still, pulling another out now just seemed like a good way to get himself in trouble.

"It's the new way," he snapped, glaring right back at him, face a hardened mask as he tried to force his temper down. Starting something with Superman couldn't possibly end well for him. That didn't mean he wasn't half tempted to pick a fight anyway, his temper had often managed to overrule his common sense.

"And what would you like me to do with 'em? Send cops out to lock 'em in a cell and let 'em break out a week later? Jail doesn't fix sick pieces of shit like them. Why do they get to live when people like them kill innocents ever goddamn day?" he snapped harshly, taking a step closer, getting right in Superman's face without a thought to the consequences.

[hello-conner]

From the Canopy

[hello-conner]

Conner dropped the subject of the birthday parties, because remembering them hurt a little. All the people that he had lost touch with, the friends whose birthdays he didn’t even remember anymore.

He considered Jason’s question, mouth in a thoughtful little line. Finally Conner shrugged. “I dunno, it just never seemed important. Ba—” He couldn’t mention Batman, could he? Was that okay? Conner bit his tongue, and began again. “But you know, we were all naturally curious about each other. I liked to know about you guys.”

Pulling up one knee, he placed his chin on it, chewing methodically. Food always seemed a little weird to Conner, and he wondered sometimes if Superman might have felt the same way. Like if Kryptonian food was different. But then again, it may have just been that he never learned much about tastes, or any senses for that matter, in the pod growing up.

Conner swallowed the pizza and looked over at Jason. “You guys were my only friends for a long time. Sure I was curious. But Robin was fine, anyway.” Saying it was a little nostalgic. Conner put the half-eaten slice on top of the closed box, grease stains smudging the light brown cardboard.

[mistaken-for-mercy]

Mentioning Batman probably wouldn’t go over too well. There were a lot of issues there that Jason wasn’t nearly ready to address yet. Even the little slip made Jason tense up for a moment before Conner changed where he was going with that. Asking anything about Batman was a surefire way to have him headed right out the door.

A small thoughtful frown slid onto his face as he considered that. “Was it ever weird? Me suddenly coming along and taking Robin from Dick I mean.” It would have been one thing if he had been the original Robin, but as the second, he took the only name that most of them knew Dick as. Of course, he became Nightwing soon after, but it seemed like something that must have been strange. Dick had never been very vocal, at least with him, about his feelings about being replaced, but Jason wouldn’t blame him for any bitterness he might have felt, knowing he would be furious if Bruce had taken another Robin after his death.

[hello-conner]

Conner wasn’t used to thinking of Nightwing as Dick Grayson. He was surprised that the secret identities had even been let out, despite the events that took place. Batman had always been so strict. But Dick had been Robin for so long, and so it was a little weird to start calling him Nightwing. To have a different Robin.

But the costume changes and roles in the team were enough. It wasn’t a difficult transition; Conner was used to change. He’d literally grown up as a superhero and the Titans often reshaped, and the world was always evolving. Jason being Robin wasn’t all that strange. Jason coming back to life was another story.

"Nah," he said, though he admitted, "well, a little. Nothing we couldn’t get used to. Calling… Dick… Nightwing turned out to be pretty normal. And it was weird he wasn’t a little runt anymore, you should’ve seen how tiny he was in person when the Titans first started. I think Robin is supposed to be little.”

Jason wasn’t little any more. He was thin and tall. Taller than Conner. Jason had definitely started out shorter than Conner. Right? And he wasn’t Robin anymore. Robin had died by the Joker’s hands, and Conner doubted Jason would ever even consider working with Batman again. Working with the team.

[mistaken-for-mercy]

When he had been brought onto the Titans, Jason knew well enough that the roster was prone to change fairly frequently with people coming and going for one reason or another. Their job was a dangerous one so it wasn't really that surprising. He had never really gotten to know some of the people on the team, mostly those that had left shortly after he had joined, but there were a fair amount that he had spent some time training with.

"Felt a little weird taking the name," he admitted with a small shrug. "Especially when Dick told me... where it came from." The name Robin had been Dick's long before Batman, a nickname given to him by his mother. At first Jason had thought it was nothing more than his secret identity, but after that revelation, he had felt a bit less comfortable slipping into the role of Boy Wonder.

With a soft laugh, he nodded. "Yeah... think you've got a point there, so I guess I couldn't really wear the cape anymore, huh?" He was well aware of his growth spurts and was fairly happy about them as well. It was nice not having to stare up at people all the time now as he had been fairly small as a kid.

[thebluedentist]

The Bird and Bug Wonder {flashback}

Missions. It was like being in a television show. Even if the powers were involuntary and his techniques weren’t very good, Jaime Reyes still enjoyed showing off the bright blue and majorly awesome bug suit that came with the curse. Although the beetle fused to his spine was a parasite, it still helped him in a somewhat symbiotic relationship, allowing Jaime to at least act and think for himself. Occasionally in battle and even in public it was ridiculously power-thirsty and paranoid, but Jaime kept the thing under control most of the time.

He had just arrived at the cave after a fast-paced search around a small city nearby. A few prisoners had escaped from the local jail and it required a couple of superheroes who could fly and scan to look for them. It wasn’t difficult and Jaime’s bug had never been tempted to react violently.

It was Saturday and Jaime had a bit of homework that he could do with some of the others. Maybe one of the older kids could help him with his history. They were all really smart, though a lot of the time he felt a little intimidated by them. Especially Robin, which was stupid, because it was Robin. But he was scary.

Jaime looked around at the scene and wondered if he should just go home. Mom was probably still open for a debate about dinner, and he’d been craving tamales for a couple days now. But El Paso would just be more grayness and idiocy. He started walking around, wondering what to do, wondering how anybody could live here at the cave.

The exercise room looked daunting. Jaime stepped past it without looking very closely and wandered down the hall, tapping his leg. Maybe going home and getting into normal clothes would be nice. The bug suit was comfortable but he liked showing his face.

The scent of something akin to hydrogen peroxide entered the air. Jaime turned his head slightly to look at the door to the infirmary, where they kept all the medicine. He’d gone there during the official tour but hadn’t returned since. Upon hearing a little rustling sound inside, he approached the door and pulled it open, surprised to find the Boy Wonder himself sitting on one of the cots, attending to his foot and looking rather disgruntled.

[mistaken-for-mercy]

It had been stupid from the beginning, all of it. With Bruce off world, Jason had been given a choice, stay at the manor with just Alfred with the condition that Dick would be stopping by regularly to check up on him, or stay at the Cave and still be allowed to continue with training and missions. After wrestling with the choice for hours, he had elected to stay at the Cave.

He had no idea why that had seemed like a good idea.

Having been with the Titans for some time now, he was used to most of them, though he was still a little uncomfortable being around them when some of the older members were being all buddy-buddy with each other. It made him feel like he didn’t belong even more than usual. One on one though, most of them weren’t that bad, at least the ones he had gotten to know anyway.

Today though, he had been left to his own devices. The day before, he had been on a rather intensive missions, so it was time for a break, which meant time to train. Though he could fight as good as the rest of the Titans and was doing fairly well living up to the Robin mantle, there were still a few places where he fell a little short. His flips weren’t quite as crisp as Dick’s, and he often took an extra step when he landed.

The practicing had been going well, better than usual even, until he had tried to get fancy. He was just glad there wasn’t really anyone else around to watch him hobble to the infirmary, cursing under his breath all the while.

So now, there he was, sitting on a cot and grumbling to himself, fighting back a wince as he pressed and ice-pack to his now slightly swollen ankle. Hearing the door open, he looked up sharply, eyes narrowing a little behind the sunglasses he always wore. Blue Beetle. Another new recruit, one he didn’t know very well. Instantly, Jason was suspicious.

"What’re you looking at?"

[thebluedentist]

Jaime held up his hands in defense, alarmed by Robin’s sharp reaction to him being at the door. He blinked, taking a small step back, and stared for a second at Robin’s ankle, eyebrows slightly furrowed. Robin was evidently hurt and Jaime doubted that ice would heal it— he’d sprained his ankle a ton as a kid, and the ice helped, but…

"I’m not," he said quickly, averting his eyes from the boy on the bed. "I’m not… I’m just… I-I was just wondering who was in here, is all, I mean I could hear— I could hear something.”

He swallowed and stared at a picture of a forest on the wall. God Robin was frightening, even injured and on the cot. Jaime ventured to take a step closer. He looked at Robin again and frowned his the obviously pained teammate. As an older brother, Jaime had always been inclined to help people, and this was no exception.

"Are you okay?" he asked hesitantly, starting to close the door and get nearer to Robin.

[mistaken-for-mercy]

The babbling did nothing to alleviate Jason's mistrust. Jaime was a new recruit, some sort of crazy alien bug stuck to his back, at least that was what Jason had gotten from the file on him. Batman had instilled a healthy sense of paranoia in him, so there wasn't anything that was on record that Robin didn't know. 

No matter how harmless Jaime actually looked, Robin tensed up as he drew closer, curling in on himself ever so slightly. Behind his sunglasses, his eyes flicked around, looking for possible escape routes. That was a habit that went back long before Batman, though it had only grown recently.

"I'm fine," he replied a little tersely, twitching a little when Jaime closed the door behind him. Trapped. No way out. At least the infirmary wasn't small enough to make Jason feel claustrophobic, but he didn't like the idea of being stuck along in a room with an almost stranger with some sort of crazy alien powerhouse stuck to his back.

"Just landed bad, nothing to worry about," he insisted, though he was a little confused as to why Jaime would even be worried. They barely knew each other.

[thebluedentist]

The Bird and Bug Wonder {flashback}

Missions. It was like being in a television show. Even if the powers were involuntary and his techniques weren’t very good, Jaime Reyes still enjoyed showing off the bright blue and majorly awesome bug suit that came with the curse. Although the beetle fused to his spine was a parasite, it still helped him in a somewhat symbiotic relationship, allowing Jaime to at least act and think for himself. Occasionally in battle and even in public it was ridiculously power-thirsty and paranoid, but Jaime kept the thing under control most of the time.

He had just arrived at the cave after a fast-paced search around a small city nearby. A few prisoners had escaped from the local jail and it required a couple of superheroes who could fly and scan to look for them. It wasn’t difficult and Jaime’s bug had never been tempted to react violently.

It was Saturday and Jaime had a bit of homework that he could do with some of the others. Maybe one of the older kids could help him with his history. They were all really smart, though a lot of the time he felt a little intimidated by them. Especially Robin, which was stupid, because it was Robin. But he was scary.

Jaime looked around at the scene and wondered if he should just go home. Mom was probably still open for a debate about dinner, and he’d been craving tamales for a couple days now. But El Paso would just be more grayness and idiocy. He started walking around, wondering what to do, wondering how anybody could live here at the cave.

The exercise room looked daunting. Jaime stepped past it without looking very closely and wandered down the hall, tapping his leg. Maybe going home and getting into normal clothes would be nice. The bug suit was comfortable but he liked showing his face.

The scent of something akin to hydrogen peroxide entered the air. Jaime turned his head slightly to look at the door to the infirmary, where they kept all the medicine. He’d gone there during the official tour but hadn’t returned since. Upon hearing a little rustling sound inside, he approached the door and pulled it open, surprised to find the Boy Wonder himself sitting on one of the cots, attending to his foot and looking rather disgruntled.

[mistaken-for-mercy]

It had been stupid from the beginning, all of it. With Bruce off world, Jason had been given a choice, stay at the manor with just Alfred with the condition that Dick would be stopping by regularly to check up on him, or stay at the Cave and still be allowed to continue with training and missions. After wrestling with the choice for hours, he had elected to stay at the Cave.

He had no idea why that had seemed like a good idea.

Having been with the Titans for some time now, he was used to most of them, though he was still a little uncomfortable being around them when some of the older members were being all buddy-buddy with each other. It made him feel like he didn't belong even more than usual. One on one though, most of them weren't that bad, at least the ones he had gotten to know anyway.

Today though, he had been left to his own devices. The day before, he had been on a rather intensive missions, so it was time for a break, which meant time to train. Though he could fight as good as the rest of the Titans and was doing fairly well living up to the Robin mantle, there were still a few places where he fell a little short. His flips weren't quite as crisp as Dick's, and he often took an extra step when he landed.

The practicing had been going well, better than usual even, until he had tried to get fancy. He was just glad there wasn't really anyone else around to watch him hobble to the infirmary, cursing under his breath all the while.

So now, there he was, sitting on a cot and grumbling to himself, fighting back a wince as he pressed and ice-pack to his now slightly swollen ankle. Hearing the door open, he looked up sharply, eyes narrowing a little behind the sunglasses he always wore. Blue Beetle. Another new recruit, one he didn't know very well. Instantly, Jason was suspicious.

"What're you looking at?"

[mistaken-for-mercy]

Behind the Trigger || [Open]

[mistaken-for-mercy]

Letting out an annoyed breath, Jason came to a halt, mentally cursing himself for it. Every second he was stalled here, was another second those assholes had to get away. His hands curled into fists at his sides. “No, you won’t. You can’t take care of ‘em. Send the fuckers to jail and what d’you think’s gonna happen when they get out?”

The corner of his lips quirked upwards at he turned to look at Clark over his shoulder. “And you don’t give the orders anymore, big blue. Didn’t you get the memo? Your kinda hero isn’t good enough anymore. The world doesn’t need good guys, they need people who get shit done… so get her somewhere safe and then go back into hiding like a good little hero.”

Without another word, he darted down the alleyway and quickly scrambled up the fire escape and onto the rooftop with practiced ease. He cast a glance over his shoulder and lifted one hand in a salute to Superman before taking off, running along the rooftops. Even if Superman took the woman somewhere safe, which he was pretty sure he would, that would still only give him maybe a minute of a lead on the hero, which wouldn’t be much when only one of them had super speed. And the flying thing was just cheating to begin with.

[dreams-save-us]

The stranger was wrong. The world may not always need ‘his type’ of hero, but the girl in his hands and the body at his feet proved that today was not that day. Clark could have frozen the man’s feet to the ground, but that led to frostbite fairly quickly (depending on how solid he made the blocks of ice), and he didn’t want to damage the man’s body permanently. He did want to stop him. 

Superman couldn’t fly and he couldn’t use superspeed. The girl was too traumatized for him to subject her to either of those. He also couldn’t just leave her somewhere. She could not take care of herself. 

Behind him, Clark heard the wailing of sirens. He turned as two police officers pulled out of a cruiser, guns drawn. Clark turned, and the cops hesitated for a moment, guns still pointed at him. 

"Take care of her, I’ll take care of him." Clark spoke firmly, nodding in the direction the stranger had bolted off in. One of the cops, clearly the senior partner stepped forward. "Good to have you back, Sir." 

The girl whimpered in his arms, but let herself be transferred into the cops arms. Superman smiled sadly down at her, “You’ll be okay.” 

With that, he turned and flew off into the alley. He passed by the murderer, and saw the three men running ahead. Clark used his super speed and sped up to them. He stopped in front of them. 

"You’re not going anywhere." 

[mistaken-for-mercy]

As fast as he was, which was nearly record breaking, Jason was no meta and he cursed under his breath as Superman flew past. That was definitely cheating. Maybe he should talk to Lex about the possibility of a jetpack or something. There had to be some money in the budget for that, right?

Just a few moments later, he came to a halt on top of the building, looking over the men the hero had cornered. As far as he was concerned, they were as guilty at the body he had dropped earlier. The only reason they hadn't already joined their friend was that they had let him go first.

Gun drawn, he took aim, firing off a shot at one of them, hoping that 'faster than a speeding bullet' thing was a bit of an exaggeration. Even if it was, Superman couldn't protect them forever. Heroes were outdated and simply ineffectual as far as he was concerned. There was no point in letting scum like them stay alive, because sooner or later, they would get out of prison, and there was no changing men like them.

[hello-conner]

From the Canopy

[mistaken-for-mercy]

"Think that’s kinda standard for speedsters, crazy metabolism or some shit," he said with a shrug, slightly nostalgic smile on his face. Thinking back, he nodded. "Yeah, got to be a lot of ‘em after a while." Jason had always rather enjoyed the parties, though he had been a bit of an awkward wallflower at the first several celebrations, still not really knowing the rest of the team particularly well.

His brow furrowed a little as he looked over at Conner, a little taken aback by that. “Why not?” He wasn’t exactly… offended that he hadn’t wanted to know his name, but it seemed a little odd that he didn’t care. Jason hadn’t minded being Robin or keeping his name a secret, though he hadn’t really seen the point. Still, Batman’s orders were absolute.

As silence fell, Jason turned his attention back to his pizza. It felt a bit more comfortable now, the quiet far less awkward than it had been before. If Conner asked questions, he would do what he could to answer, but there were some secrets he had to keep. Working directly with Lex, he was well aware of what was going on, even helping with some of it. And… Conner was far from the first former hero that he had been sent to keep tabs on.

[hello-conner]

Conner dropped the subject of the birthday parties, because remembering them hurt a little. All the people that he had lost touch with, the friends whose birthdays he didn’t even remember anymore.

He considered Jason’s question, mouth in a thoughtful little line. Finally Conner shrugged. “I dunno, it just never seemed important. Ba—” He couldn’t mention Batman, could he? Was that okay? Conner bit his tongue, and began again. “But you know, we were all naturally curious about each other. I liked to know about you guys.”

Pulling up one knee, he placed his chin on it, chewing methodically. Food always seemed a little weird to Conner, and he wondered sometimes if Superman might have felt the same way. Like if Kryptonian food was different. But then again, it may have just been that he never learned much about tastes, or any senses for that matter, in the pod growing up.

Conner swallowed the pizza and looked over at Jason. “You guys were my only friends for a long time. Sure I was curious. But Robin was fine, anyway.” Saying it was a little nostalgic. Conner put the half-eaten slice on top of the closed box, grease stains smudging the light brown cardboard.

[mistaken-for-mercy]

Mentioning Batman probably wouldn't go over too well. There were a lot of issues there that Jason wasn't nearly ready to address yet. Even the little slip made Jason tense up for a moment before Conner changed where he was going with that. Asking anything about Batman was a surefire way to have him headed right out the door.

A small thoughtful frown slid onto his face as he considered that. "Was it ever weird? Me suddenly coming along and taking Robin from Dick I mean." It would have been one thing if he had been the original Robin, but as the second, he took the only name that most of them knew Dick as. Of course, he became Nightwing soon after, but it seemed like something that must have been strange. Dick had never been very vocal, at least with him, about his feelings about being replaced, but Jason wouldn't blame him for any bitterness he might have felt, knowing he would be furious if Bruce had taken another Robin after his death.

[mistaken-for-mercy]

jason todd: *dies in warehouse*

bruce wayne: *shows up at warehouse 15 minutes late with Starbucks*

[mistaken-for-mercy]

Behind the Trigger || [Open]

As part of President Luthor’s personal task force, Jason was allowed to use whatever means he deemed necessary to keep civilians safe. The big name villains that were still around were handled by government sanctioned ‘heroes’. It was the small timers that he took care of, slowly pulling up the roots from a system long dead.

He thought nothing of it as he aimed and fired a warning shot… straight into the rapist’s head. The warning wasn’t for him after all, but for his buddies watching from around the corner. A smirk curled onto his face as he heard the scramble of panicked footsteps as the others made a frantic break for it. It was always more fun when they thought they could get away.

[dreams-save-us]

Clark could hear a woman sobbing and the sound of a gunshot. His heart dropped in his chest and he raced to where the sounds were coming from. He landed in the alley making a quick assessment of the situation. A man with a gun, another with his pants down and blood all over his face (dead clearly, Clark could hear nothing from his chest), and a woman, crying hysterically. 

Superman walked towards her and picked her up in his arms, shielding her from the man with the gun. “Put the gun down.” He warned, furious with the murderer. The man looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite place where he remembered him from. 

[mistaken-for-mercy]

Well, now that was one hell of a surprise. Jason had to take a moment to make sure the shock he felt didn’t show on his face, casually ignoring the order as he casually tucked the gun away. “Might wanna give her a little space, genius. Should get her to a hospital, or someplace she can call someone,” he noted, very small trace amounts of concern slipping into his tone as his eyes briefly flicked to the woman Superman was apparently trying to protect from him.

He was almost insulted at the implication there. Slowly his eyes flicked over Clark, expression carefully blank as he cocked his head to one side. “It’s not me you should be worried about, hero. This guy was trying to put on a show for his buddies,” he said, nodding at the corpse, a touch of venom in his voice. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve gotta go pay those lovely gentlemen a visit.” Even as he turned to leave, he was sure there was no way he would be getting away that easily.

[dreams-save-us]

"Stay where you are." Clark shouted, there was fury and power in his voice. It was a tone he never used. Rape and murder would incite anyone to anger, he may have been Superman but he was still human. 

He looked down at the woman in his arms. She was terrified and she clung to him tightly. If this murdering bastard wasn’t around, he could take care of her like she deserved. Such a young woman, tears down her face…he could feel himself crumbling under her gaze. “Are you alright?” Clark asked her gently. She didn’t respond, she just buried her face into his chest. Thank Rao she knew who he was and trusted him. Some people still loved and believed in him. Of course it was the good ones who were hurt. 

"I’ll take care of them." He growled, "You stay here and help her." Clark couldn’t trust this not-so-strange stranger not to kill anymore people. But he could tell enough to know he hadn’t hurt the girl. That concern on his face betrayed his soul. He wasn’t all bad. 

[mistaken-for-mercy]

Letting out an annoyed breath, Jason came to a halt, mentally cursing himself for it. Every second he was stalled here, was another second those assholes had to get away. His hands curled into fists at his sides. "No, you won't. You can't take care of 'em. Send the fuckers to jail and what d'you think's gonna happen when they get out?"

The corner of his lips quirked upwards at he turned to look at Clark over his shoulder. "And you don't give the orders anymore, big blue. Didn't you get the memo? Your kinda hero isn't good enough anymore. The world doesn't need good guys, they need people who get shit done... so get her somewhere safe and then go back into hiding like a good little hero."

Without another word, he darted down the alleyway and quickly scrambled up the fire escape and onto the rooftop with practiced ease. He cast a glance over his shoulder and lifted one hand in a salute to Superman before taking off, running along the rooftops. Even if Superman took the woman somewhere safe, which he was pretty sure he would, that would still only give him maybe a minute of a lead on the hero, which wouldn't be much when only one of them had super speed. And the flying thing was just cheating to begin with.

[mistaken-for-mercy]

Behind the Trigger || [Open]

As part of President Luthor’s personal task force, Jason was allowed to use whatever means he deemed necessary to keep civilians safe. The big name villains that were still around were handled by government sanctioned ‘heroes’. It was the small timers that he took care of, slowly pulling up the roots from a system long dead.

He thought nothing of it as he aimed and fired a warning shot… straight into the rapist’s head. The warning wasn’t for him after all, but for his buddies watching from around the corner. A smirk curled onto his face as he heard the scramble of panicked footsteps as the others made a frantic break for it. It was always more fun when they thought they could get away.

[dreams-save-us]

Clark could hear a woman sobbing and the sound of a gunshot. His heart dropped in his chest and he raced to where the sounds were coming from. He landed in the alley making a quick assessment of the situation. A man with a gun, another with his pants down and blood all over his face (dead clearly, Clark could hear nothing from his chest), and a woman, crying hysterically. 

Superman walked towards her and picked her up in his arms, shielding her from the man with the gun. “Put the gun down.” He warned, furious with the murderer. The man looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite place where he remembered him from. 

[mistaken-for-mercy]

Well, now that was one hell of a surprise. Jason had to take a moment to make sure the shock he felt didn't show on his face, casually ignoring the order as he casually tucked the gun away. "Might wanna give her a little space, genius. Should get her to a hospital, or someplace she can call someone," he noted, very small trace amounts of concern slipping into his tone as his eyes briefly flicked to the woman Superman was apparently trying to protect from him.

He was almost insulted at the implication there. Slowly his eyes flicked over Clark, expression carefully blank as he cocked his head to one side. "It's not me you should be worried about, hero. This guy was trying to put on a show for his buddies," he said, nodding at the corpse, a touch of venom in his voice. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've gotta go pay those lovely gentlemen a visit." Even as he turned to leave, he was sure there was no way he would be getting away that easily.

[hello-conner]

From the Canopy

[mistaken-for-mercy]

"Uh, sure." Though this whole thing still felt pretty strange, Jason had never been one to turn down free food. There was still a small part of him that was that starving street rat that had never known when or where his next meal might be. Even now that he no longer had to go dumpster diving just to keep from wasting away, letting food go uneaten seemed like a crime.

Small smile on his face, he tilted his head to one side. “You remember that?” It made just a little warmth flare up in his chest that Conner remembered even that little detail about him. For so long he had assumed everyone had just forgotten him. It might not have seemed like much, but the smile on his face wasn’t going anywhere fast.

Jason stayed where he was on the sofa, slowly starting to relax just a little. It usually took his several visits to a place to feel really comfortable there, so this was fairly good progress for him. There was a small thought that helped, since this place was probably bought by Lex, there was a very, very small chance that any outside parties had managed to put in security cameras. Lex though, could have a few bugs in there.

"Yeah, pretty sure everyone likes pizza." The age of it wouldn’t really be an issue. When Jason was younger, pizza that was several days old had been a delicacy. He had probably been about thirteen the first time he had a fresh slice.

[hello-conner]

Conner smiled as well as his eyes darted over to Jason’s mouth, a broken line. Good, he was getting more comfortable, and so Conner felt even the slightest bit calmer. “Of course I remember,” he said with a little laugh, grabbing a couple napkins from his counter. “Remember how we always had them on your birthday?”

He said birthday, but everyone had known that all of Batman’s brood had to hide their actual birthdays, names, faces, and, well, everything. They celebrated well enough, sometimes a nice surprise and sometimes a relaxing pizza party. Conner’s lip twitched when he remember his own ‘birthday’ parties, but Conner had never really need born. Actually, Conner wondered whose birthday they actually did celebrate correctly. Wally,  Kaldur, Artemis, and Rocket, though he wondered about the rest. M’gann’s birthday was in Martian time.

"Everyone does like pizza,” he agreed, setting it down on the table in front of the couch, where he sat down next to Jason. Conner opened the box and let out a sigh of relief to see a stale half instead of a moldy half. He handed Jason one of the napkins. “Everyone always guessed your name instead of saying Robin,” he remembered, “Happy birthday dear FredMichaelGeorgeRobertJacky…”

[mistaken-for-mercy]

Slowly, but surely, Jason was starting to grow more comfortable with his current company. It would take at least a few more visits for him to really feel at ease there… which just meant that he would have to come over more often in the future. The prospect actually sounded rather nice. It wasn’t often he got to spend time with anyone even close to his own age anymore… though Conner was technically both several years older and younger than him.

Close enough.

"Yeah, mostly remember people trying to avoid Ollie’s chilli," he said with a small chuckle. "Never got that, it tasted fine to me." Of course, he would eat pretty much anything. He remembered a few times some of the other members of the team would try to give him odd snacks just to see if he would try them.

They had celebrated usually a few days before or after his birthday. Dick had always picked a random day in August for it, trying to make it into a surprise party, though he had usually found some clue… at least, after the first year. That had caught him completely off guard, mostly because he had never had a birthday party before.

Taking the napkin, he grabbed a piece and took a large bite, suddenly realizing he was actually fairly hungry. There wasn’t really time to get a lunch break while one was spying. With a snort, he nodded. “Yeah, I remember. Y’know, I figured Dick calling me ‘Jaybird’ all the time would at least give you guys a hint… guess there was that week when Wally tried to convince everyone to call me Janie…”

[hello-conner]

"Wally ate half of it by himself," Conner chuckled. "I don’t think he has taste buds when he’s hungry. He’ll eat stuff that’s been burned solid." Right after Conner met Wally— well, right after Wally saved him, that is— he’d eaten an entire batch of horribly burnt cookies and didn’t even blink.

"The birthday parties were always fun, though," he remembered. "The more team members the more parties we had. Nearly twice a month, was it? Something like that."

Conner could remember all of his birthdays, as he’d only had eleven and his memory was near perfect. On his first birthday— seventeenth, rather— the Titans had a party, but not really a surprise party, more like an anniversary and fireworks bash. It had been the fourth of July, 2007. Everything was okay on that day. It was only later that Conner found out his ‘birthday’ was actually in March, the first day of spring. Lex Luthor had told him. The day Lex Luthor began that experiment.

"I never wanted to know your name," Conner continued, while eating a slice of pizza too, though that wasn’t fully true. When Jason joined the team, as with Dick, the fact that he was disguised all the time and nameless was a little bit annoying. But it was true that Conner and most of the others never really thought too much about it, except maybe Wally, who was probably only joking anyway. "Wally’s always trying to make fun of people."

Talking about the team made Conner eager with more questions. Did Jason know what was going on? Did LeUthor fill him in with what his former friends were doing? …Did Luthor send Jason to spy on them, too? Was his ‘fatherly concern’ a mere excuse to keep an eye on an illegal hero? Conner’s hand mechanically moved to his pocket, and he tried to cover it up as an itch.

[mistaken-for-mercy]

"Think that's kinda standard for speedsters, crazy metabolism or some shit," he said with a shrug, slightly nostalgic smile on his face. Thinking back, he nodded. "Yeah, got to be a lot of 'em after a while." Jason had always rather enjoyed the parties, though he had been a bit of an awkward wallflower at the first several celebrations, still not really knowing the rest of the team particularly well.

His brow furrowed a little as he looked over at Conner, a little taken aback by that. "Why not?" He wasn't exactly... offended that he hadn't wanted to know his name, but it seemed a little odd that he didn't care. Jason hadn't minded being Robin or keeping his name a secret, though he hadn't really seen the point. Still, Batman's orders were absolute.

As silence fell, Jason turned his attention back to his pizza. It felt a bit more comfortable now, the quiet far less awkward than it had been before. If Conner asked questions, he would do what he could to answer, but there were some secrets he had to keep. Working directly with Lex, he was well aware of what was going on, even helping with some of it. And... Conner was far from the first former hero that he had been sent to keep tabs on.

[mistaken-for-mercy]

Time Crawls On || [@timedimpulse]

[mistaken-for-mercy]

  Keeping his distance, Jason help up his hands, palms open, showing he was unarmed. It suddenly seemed like it had been a good idea to go casual, as his usual stalking finest would probably put the kid even more on edge. He wouldn’t really blame him for being nervous in either case. At least there was no one else around to see, or else there would probably already be a mob forming.

"I’ll try that next time," he said with a small nod, half smile on his face, though he doubted speedsters cared much about traffic laws. The kid was sassy, he liked that. 

The mission was to simply observe, report, and make contact if possible. Although, now that he had done the last part, his main objective was to make sure it could be a repeat occurrence. This kid seemed pretty harmless, so Jason doubted Lex’s next orders would be to send in armed forced. While an untagged meta roaming the streets was definitely not gonna be alright, he already had a few ideas forming in his head. He had been nagging Lex about getting an intern…

"Sorry about that, pride’ll usually heal up in about a week." Shrugging, he let his arms fall back to his sides."I wanna talk, mostly. Heard a lotta ‘bout you and I wanted to see if the rumors were true."

[maepoena-deactivated20190722]

Yeah, yeah, buddy. ‘I come in peace’ and all that jazz, Bart’s not buying it. He’s paranoid, can’t exactly blame him right? The speedster’s careful. Reason number one he’s tried to stay as out of sight as possible (you know, usually) is because he didn’t exactly know how well metas are taken. So far, it doesn’t look very meta-friendly. 

It’s nice of the human guard gate to try, he guesses. Bart eyed him suspiciously, but relaxed a bit. Either this guy is smart or actually didn’t mean any harm. Bart’s face isn’t kissing dirt yet, nor is he being thrown around like a sack of potatoes. Remain weary, don’t drop guard, but loosen up. He did as such; Bart crossed his arms in front of his chest loosely  and dropped the frown for a more neutral look. 

"Is that estimated time? I think there’s a special healing time for speedsters. Special healing time chart for speedsters versus normal people… versus aliens. Rude not to include them." His brows arched up, eyes gleaming with interest. "Guess you’re in luck, I’m pretty stellar at talking." People say stellar, right? Oh well. 

"Yes, I am as obnoxious as they say. Any more questions?”

[mistaken-for-mercy]

The world is definitely not a safe place for metas anymore, which is part of why Jason is there actually. Some of the new laws have had... unintended consequences. Widespread meta hate is kind of a bigger issue than certain people had hoped it would be. For the older ones, it's been manageable, but some of the younger ones haven't been quite so lucky.

He really doesn't mean the kid any harm, but he can't let him keep running around the streets doing whatever the hell he wants. Because, as fast as he seems to be, someone's going to catch him someday, and it might not end well.

"Eh, never said I wasn't rude," he said with a shrug. "Pretty sure the way I stopped you already proves I'm not really the most polite guy around." The corner of his lips quirked upwards. People didn't really say stellar, but it was almost cute coming from this kid.

Jason had several dozen questions, but as his eyes swept over the boy again one in particular rose to the forefront. "You're not from around here, right? D'you got a place to stay?"

[lostarrowclone-deactivated20141]

mistaken-for-mercy started following you

"Dammit, Todd. Don’t fucking sneak around, I was just about to shoot you."

[mistaken-for-mercy]

"Hey, I used to be a Bat, Harper, sneaking’s what we do. Maybe you’re the one that should be less trigger happy… or, I guess arrow happy."

[lostarrowclone-deactivated20141]

"I still don’t like it. Sneaking around here usually means League. I gotta’ watch my back."

[mistaken-for-mercy]

"Fair enough... pretty sure I'm more likely to have a League target on my back than you are... y'know, which would explain the sneaking."

[hello-conner]

From the Canopy

[mistaken-for-mercy]

"Uh, sure." Though this whole thing still felt pretty strange, Jason had never been one to turn down free food. There was still a small part of him that was that starving street rat that had never known when or where his next meal might be. Even now that he no longer had to go dumpster diving just to keep from wasting away, letting food go uneaten seemed like a crime.

Small smile on his face, he tilted his head to one side. “You remember that?” It made just a little warmth flare up in his chest that Conner remembered even that little detail about him. For so long he had assumed everyone had just forgotten him. It might not have seemed like much, but the smile on his face wasn’t going anywhere fast.

Jason stayed where he was on the sofa, slowly starting to relax just a little. It usually took his several visits to a place to feel really comfortable there, so this was fairly good progress for him. There was a small thought that helped, since this place was probably bought by Lex, there was a very, very small chance that any outside parties had managed to put in security cameras. Lex though, could have a few bugs in there.

"Yeah, pretty sure everyone likes pizza." The age of it wouldn’t really be an issue. When Jason was younger, pizza that was several days old had been a delicacy. He had probably been about thirteen the first time he had a fresh slice.

[hello-conner]

Conner smiled as well as his eyes darted over to Jason’s mouth, a broken line. Good, he was getting more comfortable, and so Conner felt even the slightest bit calmer. “Of course I remember,” he said with a little laugh, grabbing a couple napkins from his counter. “Remember how we always had them on your birthday?”

He said birthday, but everyone had known that all of Batman’s brood had to hide their actual birthdays, names, faces, and, well, everything. They celebrated well enough, sometimes a nice surprise and sometimes a relaxing pizza party. Conner’s lip twitched when he remember his own ‘birthday’ parties, but Conner had never really need born. Actually, Conner wondered whose birthday they actually did celebrate correctly. Wally,  Kaldur, Artemis, and Rocket, though he wondered about the rest. M’gann’s birthday was in Martian time.

"Everyone does like pizza,” he agreed, setting it down on the table in front of the couch, where he sat down next to Jason. Conner opened the box and let out a sigh of relief to see a stale half instead of a moldy half. He handed Jason one of the napkins. “Everyone always guessed your name instead of saying Robin,” he remembered, “Happy birthday dear FredMichaelGeorgeRobertJacky…”

[mistaken-for-mercy]

Slowly, but surely, Jason was starting to grow more comfortable with his current company. It would take at least a few more visits for him to really feel at ease there... which just meant that he would have to come over more often in the future. The prospect actually sounded rather nice. It wasn't often he got to spend time with anyone even close to his own age anymore... though Conner was technically both several years older and younger than him.

Close enough.

"Yeah, mostly remember people trying to avoid Ollie's chilli," he said with a small chuckle. "Never got that, it tasted fine to me." Of course, he would eat pretty much anything. He remembered a few times some of the other members of the team would try to give him odd snacks just to see if he would try them.

They had celebrated usually a few days before or after his birthday. Dick had always picked a random day in August for it, trying to make it into a surprise party, though he had usually found some clue... at least, after the first year. That had caught him completely off guard, mostly because he had never had a birthday party before.

Taking the napkin, he grabbed a piece and took a large bite, suddenly realizing he was actually fairly hungry. There wasn't really time to get a lunch break while one was spying. With a snort, he nodded. "Yeah, I remember. Y'know, I figured Dick calling me 'Jaybird' all the time would at least give you guys a hint... guess there was that week when Wally tried to convince everyone to call me Janie..."

[hello-conner]

From the Canopy

[mistaken-for-mercy]

Oops, little misunderstanding there, in Jason’s defense, it had sounded pretty bad. There were a few people in Lex’s organization who knew about them, or conversations between former heroes that were monitored where he came up. For some reason people liked saying that he had ‘left’ or just been ‘gone’, as if pretending he had just been away or was off on vacation somewhere made it better. While he got that it made it ‘easier’ for them, it pissed him off. He had died. That wasn’t something that was supposed to be easy to deal with. 

It wasn’t just him either, he had heard them talk about other heroes who had died like they just disappeared. That drove him crazy. The only thing worse was when people talked about it like it was his fault, that he had put such a strain on Batman and the others by dying. He had been about ready to kill something the first time he heard that. 

He had died trying to save people. That wasn’t something he was going to apologize for.

Still, the moment faded soon enough and he relented with a sigh, shaking his head at the apology. “It’s fine. My bad, just… couldn’t think of another time I ‘disappeared’,” he said with a shrug. A little hesitantly he moved to sit on the couch at Conner’s look. His shoulders stayed tense, fingers drumming on the arm rest he leaned again.

Though he had spied on Conner’s apartment a few times, he had never actually been inside, which was part of what was making him even more anxious than he had been outside. New places made him nervous. There were too many unknowns, too many variables he couldn’t control. He didn’t like things being out of his control. Still, it wasn’t enough for a panic attack… at least not yet.

[hello-conner]

Conner sat down next to Jason and then stood up the next moment, looking awkward and so much younger than he was. He just didn’t know what to do with Jason. Lex was expecting him to stay ‘spying’ all day, so—? What, just… hang out? O-or…

"Do you want something?" he asked, voice strained. "Food?" Suddenly Conner remembered something he’d found amusing about Jason, and he smiled slightly at the memory. "I don’t have chili dogs, but there’s probably something edible here."

He went to the kitchen, which was still in close proximity to the sofa. The apartment was rather fancy, but it was still small, only two bedrooms and one bathroom. The fridge wasn’t very big, but despite his size, Conner did not eat very much. The only weird thing about this apartment was him breaking the rules by having a very large— very, very large— pet.

Part of the reason Conner got up was to give Jason a little space, and he wanted to dissipate that uncomfortable nervousness about the teen. Hopefully calm him down. “You like pizza?” he asked, pulling out a box of half-eaten pepperoni from the fridge. It was only a couple days old, too. Go Superboy. You are Supperboy now.

[mistaken-for-mercy]

"Uh, sure." Though this whole thing still felt pretty strange, Jason had never been one to turn down free food. There was still a small part of him that was that starving street rat that had never known when or where his next meal might be. Even now that he no longer had to go dumpster diving just to keep from wasting away, letting food go uneaten seemed like a crime.

Small smile on his face, he tilted his head to one side. "You remember that?" It made just a little warmth flare up in his chest that Conner remembered even that little detail about him. For so long he had assumed everyone had just forgotten him. It might not have seemed like much, but the smile on his face wasn't going anywhere fast.

Jason stayed where he was on the sofa, slowly starting to relax just a little. It usually took his several visits to a place to feel really comfortable there, so this was fairly good progress for him. There was a small thought that helped, since this place was probably bought by Lex, there was a very, very small chance that any outside parties had managed to put in security cameras. Lex though, could have a few bugs in there.

"Yeah, pretty sure everyone likes pizza." The age of it wouldn't really be an issue. When Jason was younger, pizza that was several days old had been a delicacy. He had probably been about thirteen the first time he had a fresh slice.

[lostarrowclone-deactivated20141]

mistaken-for-mercy started following you

"Dammit, Todd. Don’t fucking sneak around, I was just about to shoot you."

[mistaken-for-mercy]

"Hey, I used to be a Bat, Harper, sneaking's what we do. Maybe you're the one that should be less trigger happy... or, I guess arrow happy."

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