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why do i let my drafts get racked up bc now i don’t wanna do shit

like this for a starter or w/e i guess lmao

it’s been a long time since he’d last seen her. his memories are fuzzy , they don’t make very much sense in his head , but he knows her. he keeps low , quiet , light footed on the roof tops as he tries to keep his distance from her. he doesn’t need whatever is chasing her , to start chasing him , too. if he remembers correctly , she’d been seeing bruce around the time he’d been robin - or catwoman had been seeing batman. isn’t it the same ? he frowns , the beginning of a headache blooming behind his eyes as he tries to make it make sense. he isn’t paying attention , though , and once he’s done rubbing his eyes , she’s in front of him , looking incredibly unimpressed with him. he swallows thickly , blinking once or twice , before canting his head to the side ever so slightly. she’s grown a little , if possible. no , it’s more likely that she’s changed her heels to higher ones. she’s changed her perfume. “ you are in my way. “ he says , eyes narrowing slightly. her being on the run means one thing : batman. jason isn’t keen on facing that demon today. “ and if he’s followin’ you , he’ll see this , and start followin’ me. that won’t be pretty. “ he doesn’t think about how she’ll react to seeing it’s HIM , to realising he isn’t as dead as he should be. did anyone visit his grave ? if they did , they’d see it was empty. had been for years. the surprise of seeing him alive must be getting boring , surely. “ move , selina. “ / @twicestung ( selina kyle. )

#twicestung #me. writing that starter 85 years later: hey !!#q.

CHARACTER TRUTHS.

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001. smoking: the action or habit of inhaling & exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug.

002. binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time.

003. drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs.

004. nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety / tension.

005. lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety / tension.

006. night owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night.

007. early bird: a person who rises , arrives , or acts before the usual or expected time.

008. negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism & pessimism.

009. positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism & confidence.

010. swearing: the use of offensive language.

011. superstitious: an irrational belief that an object , action , or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome.

012. inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom.

013. scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty.

014. foot & finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress / impatience.

015. nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit.

016. flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention.

017. twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation.

018. cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness.

019. hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence.

020. finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority.

021. hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness.

022. hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust / reluctance.

023. frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth / familiarity.

024. throat – clearing: a common body language sign of rejection / doubt.

025. jaw – clenching: a common body language sign of hostility.

026. eye – rolling: a common body language sign of irritation.

027. head – tilt: a common body language sign of interest.

028. whistling: to emit high – pitched sound by forcing breakthrough a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune.

029. humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune.

030. perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection.

031. photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail.

032. paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution , unwarranted jealousy , or exaggerated self – importance, typically worked into an organized system.

033. exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is.

034. intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive.

035. quick – witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly & effectively.

036. interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements.

037. doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absentmindedly.

038. irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed.

039. gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet.

040. travel – sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle , boat , or aircraft.

041. sensitive: having or displaying a quick & delicate appreciation of others’ feelings.

042. melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.

043. chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavored gum which is not intended for swallowing.

044. fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands & feet, through nervousness or impatience.

045. skeptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations.

046. neat – freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness.

047. gossiping: divulging personal information about others.

048. prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct.

049. abbreviating: giving others nicknames / shortening names / giving pet names.

050. having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.

Tagged by: i stole it , like the Thief i am. Tagging: whoever!!

#01. character study.

pitreborn-blog

like this for a starter or w/e i guess lmao

shikrasong‌.

tim wants to talk more , to ask about the child , about what jason’s been through , all of it , he wants to know so he can fix it - but it’s painfully clear how UPSET jason is , the hurt and fear that make him draw in on himself , wilting away from tim’s eyes and his words . he doesn’t believe tim , either , he can tell , and that almost hurts , though he can’t blame him , not after years of ra’s and talia’s brand of tough love .

rather than argue , tim sets his food aside and makes his way to jason , crouching beside the seat where he’s perched and looking up at his face , a hand reaching to lay gently against his ankle , easiest to reach when he’s curled in on himself like he is . “ hey . forget them tonight . we came out of a hard fight , mostly unscathed , and it’s just us . nothing to worry about . alright ? ” he rubs a thumb against jason’s ankle bone , watches him with soft , honeyed eyes . “ fuck them , honestly . for what they did to that kid , and what they do to you . just … be here for a while . ”

jason has , effectively , pulled up the walls he puts in place when things get too hard for him to talk about. normally , they are brought up when bruce is mentioned , or any of those people. if he’s pushed for information on things he knows he shouldn’t be talking about , they come up. of course , it’s a form of defence , an attempt to get people to back off before he has to resort to violence. he doesn’t particularly look down at tim when he feels his hand against his skin , but he does nod , to try and let tim know that he’s okay with the touch. what’s tim’s saying is, really, easier said than done. it’s hard to forget about them , the league , every fucking member of it , when he knows any one of them could come bursting through the door and slit his throat or drag him back to base. he’s been given the freedom he has for being GOOD , and here he is , talking shit about the people who gave him it in the first place ? he swallows thickly , rubbing a hand over his face , looking down at tim now , finally. “ okay , “ he mumbles , nodding slightly. “ i can do that. i think. “

#shirkasong #q.

shikrasong‌.

wow . that just screams danger . tim hates it , thanks ! “ satisfaction , et cetera et cetera , ” he answers , still with his hands up in surrender - not that he won’t scratch the fuck out of jason if he has to , but better to placate him for now . “ oh . wow . ” he doesn’t know too much of the al ghuls and the pits - selina’s tried to shelter him from it , like she how wouldn’t let him be robin after jason died .

“ she didn’t have to , ” he admits quietly , figuring it’s best to be honest with jason if he wants to escape this little encounter with minimal injury . “ i watched the robins even before she adopted me . i knew who you guys were , and … when you died . ”

truth be told , jason has no intention of hurting the kitty. no , there’s no fun in that. he rolls his eyes slightly , his arms coming to fold over his chest. he’s trying to stay calm , but he also wants to shake him , find out exactly how this kid knew him. it doesn’t surprise him that tim doesn’t really know much about the pits , because jason isn’t sure anyone but ra’s does. jason blinks once or twice , head canting to the side slightly. this kid knew him before he had died ? had watched him with batman ? he frowns , biting the inside of his cheek , nails digging into the palms of his hands. “ you knew me from before. “ he mumbles , nodding to himself. “ you -- you could help. “

#shikrasong #tim stop mentioning jasons death challenge

gunpowdergaze‌.

Slade is silent for a long few moments, weighing his words against the weight of his sins dragging his heart down. The conclusion, as always, isn’t good.

❝ The dead should be left to rest. If my son’s corpse wasn’t in his grave, there’d be blood. ❞

He turns his head to look at Jason again though, again taking in all the features, remembering the young man he was before, and the man he is now. He makes eye contact and holds it for another breath before he looks away.

❝ If my son were returned to me, I wouldn’t be throwing punches. I suppose that’s where the difference in blame lies. ❞

Convinced he’s said more than enough, Slade straightens his back and his hands clasped behind his back. He makes a mental note to drop by one Bruce Wayne’s manor when he has free time.

jason tries to stay quiet. he’s normally very good at it , but questions burn through his veins and itch underneath his skin. he bites the inside of his cheek , perhaps hard enough to make it bleed , but he’s just trying to keep himself quiet. “ i didn’t want to have to dig myself out of my own grave. “ he’d never asked for it. he remembers , sometimes , or maybe he’d dreamt it. he remembers heaven , the short time he’d spent there. how god damn happy he’d been. when he’d first come back , he had been adamant he’d been there. now , though , he thinks it was a dream. a coping mechanism to deal with the trauma he’d gone through. he remembers how long it had taken for his nails to grow back , how carefully one of the other assassins had filed and shaped them. sometimes he coughs up blood , and grave dirt , too. he doesn’t respond to that comment , just stays stood still , facing forwards. there’s a reason now why talia doesn’t let him go back to gotham. the last time he had , bruce had almost beaten him to death. personally , jason just thinks she was JEALOUS that she hadn’t been the reason jason had needed to have all those stitches.

#gunpowdergaze

shikrasong‌.

tim’s eyes narrow at the order , and then snap open as whatever jason - and it is jason , must be , from how he responds - lobs at the direction of tim’s partner in cat and mouse explodes . it’s not the type of thing he likes doing , preferring subtlety and minimal damage , but , well - it wasn’t him ! and he’ll explain that , if he happens to see them again ( once they’re done healing ) .

still , having seen the other’s willingness to get rather drastically violent , tim steps back when jason’s attention turns back to him , clawed hands raised in innocence . “ how are you alive ? ” he shoots back , part to be stubborn and part out of genuine curiosity . “ you died before mom even let me put on a suit . ”

it’s not going to cause any real damage. they’ll be bruised , their ego hurt more than anything else. it’s not like he’d gone out looking for trouble , so talia couldn’t get mad at him , right ? besides. what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. he waits a moment , listening for the tell tale sign of a grapple gun. he comes to the conclusion whichever bird had been chasing , they were busy licking their wounds now. he frowns , disliking the way the other changes the subject. he almost LAUGHS at the question , shaking his head slightly. “ don’t they say curiosity killed the cat ? “ he asks , voice soft , the underlying threat obvious. “ mom ? “ he frowns again , taking in the boys appearance , a small smile on his lips. “ catwoman. “ he’d always liked selina. “ lazarus pits work miracles , kitty. “ he mutters , a shoulder shrugging , raising a hand to point at the white streak in his hair. a sign of his blessing , they say. “ she told you about me ? “

#shikrasong

shikrasong‌.

@pitreborn ; liked for a starter

“ watch it ! ”

maybe it’s a little rude of tim , but , when the stray has a bag full of loot and a bird on his tail , he’s not exactly pleased to run into whoever the fuck on a rooftop . especially when whoever the fuck is taller and broader and knocks him on his ass just by running into him . he blows blond strands out of his face from under his hood , squinting up at the brick wall of a human above him through the yellow-green of his goggles , and his scowl falters at just how familiar the other person is .

“ wait - jason - ? ” the noise of a grappling line being fired from somewhere behind him draws tim’s attention away , and he scrambles to his feet . “ dammit . i need to move . ”

of course , running into kittens on rooftops isn’t a favourite past time of jason’s. it’s been a long time since he’d been in gotham , and he hadn’t planned to run into a kitten , or the birds , and especially not any bat. a recon mission , talia had said. do not interact. and yet , here he is. the cat’s voice drags him out of whatever focus he’s in , staring intently at the direction of the grapple line. he clenches his jaw , before he looks at tim , eyes narrowing just slightly. he shoves down his hood , pushing the red fabric away from his face. “ shut up. “ he hisses , throwing a small round object in the direction of the birdie , watching with a small pleased smile as it explodes , a small blast , enough to injure but not kill. whoever it was wouldn’t be badly hurt. once he’s sure the bird won’t come closer from that direction , he turns back to the other , head canting lightly. “ how do you know my name ? “

#shikrasong #tim: jason???#jason: shut up u stupid twink

gunpowdergaze‌.

Jason honestly looks like he’s been dragged through hell, and from what Slade knows, that’s fairly accurate. He moves his eyes and stares ahead but keeps speaking and Slade can’t help but watch him more now that he’s not being watched in return. He’s done some awful things, but The Bat is far from innocent with his sons.

Something wells up inside him, but, like all else, he brushes the lash back down into the dark. Now is not the time.

❝ Not many people do. ❞

Slade listens to the way the facility breathes around them, and wonders who might be listen, and for what. He won’t be the rat, but that doesn’t mean there won’t be whispers of their talk.

It doesn’t stop him though.

❝ He’s not keen on broken toys either, hm? Nothing but the very best for the esteemed son of Gotham. ❞

he doesn’t tend to look in mirrors , too wary of catching sight of everything wrong with him now. he knows he’s covered in scars , the newest one on his chest , from talia’s knife , before they’d unceremoniously dumped him in the pit. he doesn’t look at the other man , just stares ahead , waiting for the catch. talia wouldn’t put him with someone from his past if this weren’t some kind of test. a small smirk forms at slade’s response , though , a brow quirking as he listens to him. of course , it shouldn’t come as a surprise. batman’s disdain of many people with even more questionable morals than his own was evident every time they interacted. jason has seen it once or twice since his original resurrection , but he never paid attention to it before his death. he’s one of those it’s aimed at now , he pays attention to it now. he bristles slightly , jaw clenching , face once again regaining it’s neutral expression. no , he isn’t keen on that. he doesn’t like being called that. he’s not broken , is he ? the pit put him back together , stitched his wounds and regrew organs. he is whole , physically. “ he wasn’t best pleased when he realised i wasn’t still in my grave , no. “ it’s all he says , all he can muster without getting frustrated. bruce was his parent , his guardian , and when he’d seen jason for the first time since he’d been brought back , he punched him so hard his jaw almost broke. he’s definitely not bruce’s number one fan.

#gunpowdergaze

shikrasong‌.

tim curls jason’s white forelock around his fingers , smirking slightly as he opens his eyes and kissing jason’s fingers again before his nails scratch lightly at jason’s scalp . “ rest , gong - ju - nim . ” he shifts a little , leaning his lower back against the arm of the couch and his head against the back , tilting it and continuing to watch jason . “ i’ve got you . ” there’s something unnameable in his voice , welling up in his chest - he knows , if he thought on it , he’d find a name for it , but he’s content to let it lie for now . they’ve got time to figure all this out - tim won’t let anyone take their time away .

jason closes his eyes again , letting out a soft hum when tim’s nails scratch at his scalp , feeling himself relax a little bit more. he didn’t realise exactly how tired he was , but he finds it hard to relax around anyone that isn’t tim , really. he yawns , nodding slightly. “ okay , timmy. “ he mumbles , this time managing to keep his eyes closed , already half asleep just through tim playing with his hair. truth be told , if jason tried to name this , label it , he’d probably have yet another panic attack and go running back to the league , back to something with schedule and routine to try and get things back to normal. part of him knows that if he did that , though , he’d regret it within seconds , and just run away again anyway. it’s a bit of a vicious circle. it takes a few more seconds of simply knowing he’s safe here , with tim , and he’s asleep.

#shikrasong #HEY LOOK #JASON BEING COMFORTABLE AND TRUSTING TIM TO KEEP HIM SAFE #GOOD SHIT !!!!!#q.

gunpowdergaze‌.

Slade recognizes him. It’s hard for him to forget, even the things he wishes he could, the far gone, the meaningless, the painful, he remembers everything. He remembers this man. And he remembers the boy he used to be.

He remembers his name is Jason.

He looks like a ghost, now, and living in a place like this, Slade can’t say that he blames him. His lone eye takes in as much detail as he can. How tall, his build, the way he holds himself, scars old and new. He knows Jason is Talia’s pet project. He wonders what’s become of her blood son lately. He supposes it doesn’t matter.

Both names come in turn, and Slade turns to look at him more fully. He’s not wearing his mask, but he is wearing the rest of his uniform. He’s working, even if he’s waiting.

He doesn’t smile when Jason recalls what he does, but something shifts behind his eye and Slade blinks slowly, looking away from him. They’re alone, but they’re never really alone. Not in the shadows.

❝ I did. You were running interference. Distraction. I was teaching the both of you a lesson. You didn’t learn…❞

it doesn’t come as that much of a surprise , honestly. jason remembers reading bruce’s file on slade back when he had been robin , but there’s bits and pieces of information missing , information that he should know. he supposes he’s changed a lot since he was robin. he’s grown taller , and wider , gathered so many more scars than he had before. he supposes the most obvious change is his hair , though. once pure black , white threaded through it all. talia says it’s a mark from the pit , to show those who have been blessed. he doesn’t think the other marks from the pit are blessings. he has to fight the urge to question him , demand the man tell him things that he’s forgotten. but , it would be reported back , he would be upsetting the al ghuls , disrespecting them. now , he has to stick to being professional. he clenches his jaw , moving to look straight ahead , back to watching , and waiting. “ i don’t -- remember very much from back then. but , i remember he didn’t like you very much. “

#gunpowdergaze #ah no it's all good!!!

jason recognises him. he’s been left , alone , with a man he can recognise. he’s seen him in the base once or twice , but only fleetingly. no. no , he recognises him from the time before. the time before talia had found him , and rescued him. the memories are muddled up , fuzzy and they don’t make sense , when compared to what talia had told him of that time. the time when he was robin. he wonders , vaguely , if the same can be said for slade. does he recognise him , too ?? will he go back , and tell batman that the league has his birdie ?? the memories he thinks he remembers tell him that would be terrible for everyone involved. that being said , he still breaks the silence. “ deathstroke. “ he says , testing it out. he wonders how many times he’s said it before , to get his attention , draw it away from batman. he wonders how many of his broken bones had been a result of a run in with him. his eyes narrow , a small frown on his features. “ slade wilson. “ talia doesn’t like to tell him of her allies , or let him see the files she keeps on them. he shouldn’t know his real name. he doesn’t know what talia has told of him , if she told slade he has some brain damage ( it isn’t incorrect ) , or that he lost his memories when he was brutally murdered and then thrown into the lazarus pit ?? he wants to know. “ i think i remember you. or , well , bits about you. don’t remember all of it , though. bits and pieces. “ they’re still at a league facility , and jason doesn’t feel comfortable speaking about this out loud , but he has to say it before he forgets. before he loses the chance to. “ i think you broke my arm once. “ / @gunpowdergaze

#gunpowdergaze #jason has very little recollection of his time as robin and the bits he does remember are ..... muddled up #and very fuzzy. and talia tells him that the bat is evil. etc.#he's conflicted.#he'd like to know he's remembering some stuff properly tho #uhhhhhhh lmk if this works or not :)

shikrasong‌.

tim’s learned a thing or two about handling people being badly abused - it’s amazing what a little kindness can do , and it’s tim’s willingness to be considerate , to listen , to treat jason like a person instead of an asset to be controlled , that has made their not - friendship develop the way it has . he’d fill ra’s and talia in , but , well - he’s both not sure they could MANAGE to do it , and doesn’t want to share . he might be a bit of a possessive bastard , what can he say .

he listens , somehow managing to continue despite the way his stomach churns at jason’s description of the boy’s purpose - just like jason , the al ghuls apparently view damian as just another tool , like chattel , and it’s nearly sickening . THAT is chief among the reasons he and his lady despise the league . “ a vessel waiting to be filled . never mind that there’s already a soul inside . ” a shudder crawls up tim’s spine , and his knuckles go white around his fork , shaking his head a little . the shrug from jason draws his attention again , and his brow furrows at his body language . “ you are a good person , jason . better than they give you credit for . better than talia or ra’s deserves to be associated with . “

“ i don’t think they intended him to have one , actually. “ the way they’ve spoken about him , when there is no one else in the room but himself and the al ghuls , it makes jason want to vomit. but he’s no permitted to have an opinion on the matter , and even though he’s half way across the world from them , he knows they’ll have spies listening to him , watching him. one doesn;t get away from the league so easily as just running away. he pulls his knees up to his chest , looking away slightly. he shouldn’t be speaking of this , he shouldn’t be telling tim , of all people , about talia and ra’s plans for the child. “ the boy was made in a lab. he was supposed to be the perfect specimen. but something went wrong. he started asking questions when he shouldn’t. they thought it was my fault , because of the time i spent with him. so now i don’t even know where he is , and i have no idea if they’re going to go through with it. “ he mumbles , frowning slightly. he can’t bring himself to eat any more , so he puts his plate on the coffee table , taking a drink of water to give him time. of course , he doesn’t believe tim. part of him is adamant the other is only telling him these things to keep him on side , to keep him sweet. “ maybe , “ he doesn’t want to argue about it , so he’ll stop outwardly disagreeing , “ but it is what it is , y’know ? “

#shikrasong #tim: they dont deserve to be affiliated w u!!!#jason: ah man it is what it is #me: ...... r u serious u dumbass zombie shithead?

jason has all the scars from each death he’s gone through. the scars from being beaten and blown up by the joker, but they’re faded. he’s got scars across his throat from where talia’s slit it, after he does something wrong. he’s got stab wounds and scars where bits of his bones have popped out from underneath his skin.

#ya get the idea #01. headcanon.#the point is. he got lots of scars.

ur friendly reminder that this jay never went back to gotham and instead is working for the league bc fuck batman n fuck bruce wayne n fuck that entire family ig

#jason: stays w the league so that he can't go after bruce like he does in most canons #me: this is dumb. you've died ten times.

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