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flyingdgrayson‌:

despite the hard-stuck way they were all raised, half in the shadows, agents of vengeance and terror, occasional pawns in batman’s endless war on crime in all its horrific forms, dick likes to imagine that the robins at least, those who wear the sidekick mantel for any extended period of time, can manage to find ways to connect and deal with one another in affable, if not affectionate ways. they are brothers-in-arms after all, in some form or another, and dick happens to be the oldest, something he takes to heart– which is sometimes a good thing and sometimes a bad thing. he’s hoping, for the conversation he’s about to embark on as he knocks on jason todd’s door, that tonight it will be a good thing. for a long moment though, he’s worried he’s lost his chance, that perhaps jason is already gone out before dick could stop him, but then the wood swings open and dick sighs in relief. “hey! nothing much, i, uh… i want to talk to you. got a minute?” he doesn’t wait to be invited in before stepping around the younger male, trying not to let show just how irritated he is. “it’s kind of important, and yes, it has to be right now.”

Jason opened his mouth to answer Dick, but before he could even get the chance to invite him in, the older man moved around him to step into the apartment. He pressed his lips into a fine line, already annoyed with his might as well be older brother. They may not share the same last name, or blood, but they both were raised in Wayne Manor. They were brothers, whether they wanted to admit it or acknowledge it or not. “By all means, come in. Make yourself at home. Do you want to move in too?” he asked, closing the door behind them. Anything that made Dick anxious was definitely going to be an annoyance in Jason’s day. “What the hell is so fucking important that it has to be right now. I’m a little busy.”

#c: dick;

@flyingdgrayson

Jason didn’t hear the knock on the door at first. He was too focused on the blueprints laying on the table in front of him. He had an attack to plan. Jason had been watching the the Italian mobs movements at the docks for weeks now. Shipping more and more drugs into the city. With the ease to get into the area, it was a perfect attack to test some of his newer recruits. Without getting them killed of course, if they don’t have what it takes. Sometimes you have to throw someone in the weeds to see how they react. But Jason wasn’t going to put anyone on this attack that he didn’t think was ready. He blinked, finally realizing that there was someone at the door. “Hold on...” he rolled up the blueprints, hiding them behind the couch cushions before heading to the door, opening it. “Oh. Hey. What are you doing here?”

#c: dick;

still-not-hawkguy-blog

If there was one thing Clint was grateful for, it was that this New York still had the best damn pizza in the world. He flipped his change up into the air, catching it easily and sliding it into his back pocket. He turned to head out the door, intent on wandering the city some more, seeing what had changed. As the door opened, he bumped into someone else, and his slice slid to the ground with a sad plop.

“Awww, pizza, no.”

outlawunderahood

Jason almost laughed at the man’s tone, but just pulled a smile instead. To be honest he knew exactly how the man felt. “Sorry man. I’ll buy you another slice.” It was a strange but, Jason had been in a far better mood overall since he had people under his command. Most of them his age or younger. They were kids like he used to be. And for once, there was no one nagging over his shoulder. He slept better, and was nicer to everyone. Who knew that not having his family hound his every move could make him feel better.

#c: clint;

keybladesoras

Dick Grayson meets the new Robin, Jason Todd.

outlawunderahood

@flyingdgrayson

#big brother;#history;

timothyjackson-drakewayne‌:

Tim followed Jason upstairs, not surprised he seemed to know which place was his. He was a bit hesitant, knowing that this was probably a business thing, and Tim really did not have the answers he was looking for. “Look, I’ll fix th–” he started, before he paused, confused at the way this was going. “You’re here to recruit me?” he asked in bewilderment. “For your gang?” he clarified. He stared up at his brother doubtfully, before shaking his head and turning towards the kitchen intent on starting a new pot of coffee. “I did not get enough sleep for this.”

Jason shrugged. “I was. Until I found out that the genius that lived in this building was you.” He chuckled when Tim wondered off into the kitchen. “I will leave if you want me to, but we might as well make the most of being in this world. They aren’t going to be so welcoming to us forever. Especially people like us,” he gestured to both of them. “And we could always use another genius on the Rooks. Besides, you also get the distinct pleasure of Bruce frowning at you in disapproval. It kinda comes with the gig.”

#c: tim;

daemonlegacy

typical jason, living in the extremes, thinking only one side or the other must be dominant, completely missing the point damian is attempting to reach, which causes the younger to sigh heavily and shift his eyes away for a moment, the thought ringing quickly through his mind as to whether this conversation is even worth it to have with the other. has jason ever not been in the spotlight? even in things damian knows about him, his past, what grayson has told him about the second robin, how his uniform had hung up in a shrine formation in the batcave for years; always in the spotlight.

“i’m not talking about hiding. i’m talking about subtlety.” he extends a hand out over the paper, his fingers tapping on the skin of it, the wrinkles and plains and crease doing nothing to obscure the predominant image of the drawing of one, the red hooded menace. “that is not subtlety. we already know too many people who wouldn’t be any good at hiding anyway– how long do you think my father would even be able to stand not fighting crime? he’d go crazy. so would i.” he shrugs and returns to his own mug of coffee, both palms pressing against the heat of it. “but we should be more careful not to get noticed– that’s how we make mistakes, and while i don’t particularly give a fuck whether the city likes or hates us, it does make things more complicated if they’re all trying to snap pictures on their iphones while johnny asshole machine gun jr is throwing a rampage inside a club.”

outlawunderahood

You can always count on Damian to leap to the worst case scenario. He’s even worse than Bruce when it came to that. He rolled his eyes. “This,” he point at the folded paper, “is no different than what we do back home. And it’s not my fault that a writer from our version of things decided to write about one of us and plaster it all over the front page. At least she kept the same name…” he added. The last thing that he wanted was some ridiculous name that some half witted tabloid writer came up with with only two hours of sleep and on a deadline. He had a reputation to uphold. For recruiting purposes of course.

“Not to mention that’s why we wear masks, genius. And costumes. And have fucking emblems on our chests. Because he want to be subtle.” He shook his head. “It’s about making a statement. Maybe it’s a good thing we came here. These people can learn to protect themselves. Even without other freaks like us this world is full of assholes that need to be torn down a few pegs.”

#c: damian;

loislane-reports‌:

“What would you prefer?” Lois seems to consider it before she wrinkles her nose and shakes her head. “No, outlaw won’t do. Like it or not, kid you are aligned with vigilantes right now. You’re not Robin Hood,” just Red. She smirks a little at her own dumb joke. At least she found herself funny.

Lois leans in too, but mostly for dramatic effect. “When you do something worth talking about, I will. I don’t let men, sweet-faced vigilantes or not, dictate what I write,” She winks and leans back. “But it is good to see you!” She doesn’t wait for his answer and just tugs the chair out across from him and sits down. “How long have you been here? Did you come over with anyone?”

Jason opened his mouth to answer, remembering they were in a public place, and snapped it shut. He took a breath before leaning over the table a little, and lowering his voice. “I’m not doing anything different than what I was doing in our world, and no one was calling me a vigilante then. The papers still thought I was on the Joker’s payroll…” Of course he tried to keep up that appearance for his benefit of pretending to be the bad guy and taking them down from within. He leaned back in his chair again, taking another drink of his coffee and rolled his eyes at her comment.

“Just… not that word. He’s going to give me a fucking ear full as it is.” Honestly, Bruce probably won’t even see it. The thing that he was bound to get a lecture about was the fact that he was openly recruiting people to join his little street gang and taking justice into their own hands. The way he saw it, he was doing nothing different than what Bruce himself has done. Jason shook his head. “No. Just me. We were looking for Bruce, and I fell right in after him.”

#c: lois;

timothyjackson-drakewayne‌:

“Jason!” Tim said, looking up at the other man in surprise. He had known that Jason was here of course, but open communication had never been their family’s strong suit. Tim was mostly keeping track of him via the chaos he seemed to be in charge of. Much like he was avoiding Damian and Bruce, he had assumed Jason wouldn’t want to be found either. At least not until Tim had some actual plan to get them all out of here.

“Why would you be here to see me?” he asked, confused.

Jason couldn’t refrain from rolling his eyes. Typical Tim. A fucking genius, but even more unaware of how real social interactions work than even Jason. He glanced around the open lobby they were standing in. “How about we talk about this somewhere there are less ears to hear it?” he suggested lightly, heading upstairs. According to his course in the Rooks, he already knew which apartment was Tim’s. He arrived to the door first, waiting for his... younger brother to open it. Once they were safe from any possible eavesdropping ears, Jason spoke. “One of my guys told me about a weird genius that lived here. I was coming to size up said genius and try to recruit you,” he said with a smirk. “Lucky for me, that weird genius was my replacement. So that puts all the awkward questions out of the way at least.”

#c: tim;

redheadliss‌:

She didn’t have to see his face to know that her leaving had hurt him, or perhaps she was just hoping, hoping that what was between them hadn’t been just a fleeting summer romance destined to be forgotten, it wasn’t for her but… Another sigh escaped her, almost cracking into a sob as he stepped closer, she could hear him more clearly now, and yet still she didn’t dare turn and face him, what sort of a Queen was she anyway?!

Chewing on her bottom lip, Liss nodded, she certainly wasn’t sure what had gone on with the Rift at first, wondering if the story she had been given was a cover up, but then he asked and she couldn’t help the way her head turned toward his voice, an almost whimper escaping her at actually seeing his face again, not some faded out version that visited her in dreams and nightmares alike. “I..I don’t suppose you still smoke do you?” The redhead almost laughed, mentally slapping herself, a year and god knows what had come between them and that was the first thing she asked. Fitting, and all too similar to their first meeting, but she wasn’t sure she could get through explaining what had happened and not let the tears consume her without at least a cigarette, though a drink would have been useful too. “I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye.” A mumble, almost hidden as her shoe scuffed the floor, eyes darting to the floor, anything to avoid seeing one of two things, how much damage she had done by leaving the way she did or how little he had cared or missed her.

Even though she wasn’t facing him still, he could see her nod and imagine the look on her face. Anxiety. Doubt. Maybe even a little regret, but he wasn’t sure in which context. Either choosing to walk passed the bar he just happened to be in and looking in the direction of the door at the exact moment she walked by… or perhaps something else. Maybe regret for leaving. Because obviously she wasn’t dead. Or being held against her will. That is, if she hadn’t been here the whole time. But if she did just arrive, like himself, that meant that leaving actually was her choice. And even after all the time between that moment and now, Jason didn’t know what to do with that realization. That she chose to leave. Without a word or a warning. Like the moment he knew he was in love with her, this was all new to him.

When she finally turned and he saw her face properly for the first time over a year, he felt the breath get knocked out of his chest. She was still beautiful, and it took everything in him to not reach out to her immediately. Jason clenched his fists to keep them at his side. Despite the conflict in his head, Jason felt himself smirk at her question. “Don’t forget who you’re talking to…” he said as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He focused on his fingers as he pulled out two. He paused for a moment at her apology, not answering. In truth, he didn’t know what to say. Not yet. After lighting the first cigarette, he passed it to her, then lit on of his own and slipped the pack back into his pocket. He took a long drag before speaking finally reaching out to her, taking his elbow gently between his fingers and motioning back inside the bar. “Come on. I think we both need a drink.”

#c: Liss;

timothyjackson-drakewayne

The lobby of the apartment building was fairly bland. It definitely wasn’t the best place Tim had ever live, but it beat some of the dives he had seen around Gotham. It felt a bit weird to being living somewhere this cramped, but he could get by.

He reached up to unlock his mailbox, picking it out from the row of them next to the entrance. He grabbed it and sorted through it quickly, dismissing most of it as junk. As he turned around to head upstairs, he nearly collided with someone else entering the building, his quick reflexes pulling him out of the way just in time. “Sorry about that.”

outlawunderahood

Jason didn’t live in the building. His apartment was a few blocks down. But he was here to check out a kid that apparently had talents. A few of his other guys whispered about this kid because they lived in the same building, so Jason decided he had to see for himself. The Rooks could use as many talents as they could. Someone bumped into him as soon as he entered the building, and when he got a glimpse of the younger man’s face it was like the wind was knocked out of him. “Tim?” Jason said in surprise. He laughed awkwardly. “I have no doubt that you’re the kid I’m here to see.”

#c: tim;

thebatbaes

“You came back to life, Jason. After you were murdered. That was a lot to digest, I get it. Maybe we’ll all get it some day…” [ Tim Drake and Jason Todd in Red Hood and The Outlaws (2011) #8 ]

outlawunderahood

@timothyjackson-drakewayne

#jaybird;#nerd bird;

loislane-reports‌:

“Good article though, right?” Lois asks, peeking over at him and offering him a sheepish smile. Lois hadn’t been here very long and Jason was one of the first people she had come across, besides Zee, that she recognized. She was trying to play it cool so she didn’t seem like a complete lunatic, but man, it was good to see a familiar face.

“You mean B?” She asks with a small smile. “You, a vigilante? I think you’re much too gritty for that. I’ll write about it next time,” She teases. “Can I sit?” She gestures.

Jason groaned. The last thing that he wanted to see right now was the smiling face of the writer that just labeled him as his worst nightmare. “Vigilante?” he asked, clearly annoyed. “Really? Of all the words to choose from in the entire english language you had to pick that one?” His face twisted up and he reached for his coffee cup, taking a sip. Wishing very much that he had a flask of whiskey on him to make it Irish. “Can you at least use a better word next time? Outlaw is always good.” He glanced around them, making sure no one else was within ear shot. “And talk about the Rooks. Street kids like me taking back their home from the real bad guys.”

#c: lois;

m-gan-morsz‌:

M’gann glanced over at the man beside her in question. She wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but she was still information gathering about this world, so she was a little more curious than usual.

When the man put down the paper, she spotted the headline he had commented on, and looked up at him with hope. “Oh, are you….” she trailed off, not sure how to broach the subject. They were all trying to fit in here, and she didn’t want to seem rude. “I think I know you,” she said instead. “Maybe I’ve seen you somewhere before?”

Jason glanced over to the woman sitting at the next table. She had that look, one that he often gave people now when he wondered if they were from this world, or from his. But it didn’t mean that he trusted her. He wasn’t that much of a fool. So he shook his head with a smile. “You have no idea how much I get that. I think I just have one of those faces...” If she truly did recognize him, then she would see through his easy lie. If she didn’t, then it would be enough for her to buy it.

#c: m'gann;

daemonlegacy‌:

damian bites down into the slice of toast and winces, not for any obvious pain but because toast always feels like such a strange texture in his mouth, the crunchy and then softening, scratching at the insides of his mouth, and the city around them shoves itself down his throat much the same way. he hates it here, this mirrored new york, not that he’s ever been a fan of new york in general even back in his own universe, but this place just compounds on the torment, hunted by the police force on the streets, caged in a housing district during the day, his mind brimming with questions about his mother, about whether she’s here, whether she already exists in this world, whether she’s still… well, evil.

his eyebrow quirks up to his companion sitting across the table, the comment landing flat in the space between them, and it’s not hard to guess what jason is referring to in the paper, but the context of it eludes damian, his eyes fixating down onto the discarded newspaper. “not used to being so broadly described, hood? we should be more discreet on these streets, this is exactly the kind of attention we shouldn’t be attracting.”

Jason had no idea how his family was always the targets of weird shit to happen to. First it was Bruce. Then it was him and Damian. He was sure that the rest would eventually arrive, considering their luck. Jason sipped on his coffee and and rolled his eyes at Damian, who was sitting across from him. “It’s not like these people are idiots. They know there’s a bunch of freaks popping up in their world. There’s no reason to hide. Besides, what do you suggest we do? I’m not hiding in a hole. There’s only one thing I’m good at, and it’s this.” He unfolded the newspaper again and looked at the sketch. It wasn’t exact. And they missed some details on his helmet, but it was close enough. Jason wondered for just moment, if this is how Bruce felt the first time the Batman made headlines. A mixture of pride, fear and anxiety.

No one in this world was like them. No one took it upon themselves and fixed what was wrong themselves. And seeing as they couldn’t find a way back, they might as well make themselves useful. “I’m not hiding.”

#c: damian;

redheadliss‌:

The city looked like the New York that she had known, for the most part anyway, it hadn’t taken long to find differences and quirks that tugged at her heart for her live before the mess of Attilan and the battles, but for the most part Liss was just fine with being back in the city. At first she tried to find her favorite little coffee shop, but now it was a hair salon (which made her laugh outloud, causing more strange looks) and so Liss had spent her first week trying to figure things out, finding a room she could rent on a weekly basis, temporary seemed to be her new permanent. It wasn’t until week two that she decided maybe it was time to get out and actually explore, see what was different, except for people staring more than they ever had at her obnoxiously bright hair. She had been walking to get coffee, a new shop, they liked her there, let her draw new things on their chalkboard every day in exchange for a pastry, but she heard a voice that almost broke her. Purple jacket tugged tight around her, she stopped, back still to the voice that she had replayed over and over in her head so many times and yet it still seemed like a dream to hear it now. “You…you can’t be here.” She said quietly, wanting to turn around but she didn’t dare, if leaving had been hard on her, what had it been like for him?! “This is some dream still, isn’t it?”

Jason wasn’t expecting to ever see her again. When she disappeared, he looked for her. Assumed that she was taken, he searched for weeks. But there was no trace. Almost like she didn’t want to be found. And after months, even recruiting help from some associates, Jason convinced himself that she wanted to leave. That she wanted to not be found. Not to mention, the Skrulls showed up, so he had more pressing things to deal with. And seeing her now... he didn’t know what to think? Had she been here this whole time? Sucked into this alternate New York and he’d been blaming her? Or had she just showed up?

Either way, Fate was yet again, laughing at him. At the sound of her voice, he felt his breath hitch. A voice that he still imagined waking up to every morning. His gaze dropped down to the purple leather jacket, remembering clearly picking the shade when they were looking over her suit design. He almost smiled. Jason swallowed, moving a few steps closer. “I’m here...” he said. “It’s me. Are you...” he paused, afraid to ask the question and hear the answer. “Are you from my Earth?”

#c: Liss;

@redheadliss

A bar on the east side. It had become his rock. It was also where he hustled. Pool. Poker. Anything. In his world, he never would have had to dip so low for resources, but after paying to get his new suit made and weapons with the money that he technically had when he fell into this universe, it was going to dry up eventually. Talia and the League didn’t exist over here. So he needed a new lifeline. Considering his talents and for the time being, this was the best he could come up with. Jason smirked as he won yet another round of pool and took the money that was sitting on the side of the table. He glanced up towards the entrance of the bar as he started to count and a familiar tone of red hair caught his eye.

It was enough to make him look twice and nearly dropped the money in his hands when he caught sight of the figure through the glass windows walking by the front of the bar. He stuffed the money into his pocket and pushed people out of his way to get out of the crowded bar. Stepping onto the sidewalk, Jason watched the woman for a moment, sure that it was her. “Liss?” Just saying her name made his stomach drop.

#c: liss;#riftclosedstarter

therifthq

Jason Todd | 26 | Leader of The Rooks street gang | 3 months in The Rift

With his mother dead and father serving a life sentence in prison, Jason grew up alone, with Gotham as his playground. He was a street rat. He stole what he could to survive and slept on pieces of cardboard at night. He wasn’t just a fighter, he was fearless…even facing down the Batman while trying to steal the tires from his ride. But a couple hamburgers and one conversations later, Jason had a new home and a future. Bruce started training him not only how to fight, but basically gave him a crash course in criminology. He was a new prodigy. A new Robin. But there was one thing that Bruce never expected Jason to be. Lethal. Deadly. There was a streak of hatred and bitterness that even the Robin suit couldn’t tame. But they never would find out what would have happened.

Lured away from Gotham City in an attempt to find his birth mother, Jason finds that it was all a plan made by the Joker to get his hands on Robin. After being beaten to an inch of his life by a crowbar, Joker leaves him to die when the building explodes. Batman was too late to save him. But that wasn’t the end. Thanks to the League of Assassins, Jason was not only brought back to life and mental stability in the Lazarus Pit but his training in technology, weapons, martial arts and criminology was completed. Although the Pit did seem to only those feelings of bitterness and anger that he could never let go of and turned them into a dark vengeance. Upon his return to Gotham, Jason wanted Batman to suffer not only for already finding a replacement for him, but for not avenging his death. Although he had several opportunities to kill Batman, he never did. That may have been his first wish upon rising out of the waters that brought him back to life, but now it is to become better. Be the one that Batman would never let himself become. Go further. Deeper. Darker…as the Red Hood.

Although he still has connections with Batman and company, it hasn’t been the same, especially with Bruce. The state of their relationship is strained at best. Jason would never admit that Bruce Wayne was the father that he never had, but he is too caught up with being a better Batman, that he would never let those feelings come between him and his goals. After the murder of the Watcher and now that the Outlaws have gone their separate ways, Jason left Gotham to begin putting down roots in New York. Maybe getting away from some of his family was what he needed right now, even though isolation and loneliness is what terrifies him the most. But setting down those roots ended up being more eventful than he would have expected. After losing a girlfriend and a run in with the Skrulls, he got a panicked call from Gotham that Bruce had gone missing. Upon investigation, Jason ended up falling into the rift and arrived in this alternate New York. And he was pissed. With no resources and so far, no way back, he was not accustomed to trying that hard to get by. In this world, he was a freak. People were not afraid of the Red Hood here, and it looked like he would have to start from scratch.

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