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//Figured i should just go ahead and say
TILL I'M GRADUMATED IN DECEMBER I'M GONNA GO ON HIATUS
BLOOBLOOBLOO
because i barely have time for my personal and thaddu
but I'll start being all fabulous again come december, I promiiisssse
Eight Minutes |Damian and Jason|
Jason’s tone drove Damian fucking insane. If it had been possible, he would’ve pressed his arms through the phone line and wrapped his hands around the second Robin’s neck. He would’ve squeezed, and squeezed, and squeezed, and yelled at him, and hissed, and snarled. About what…? He wasn’t sure. Perhaps there was a part of him that was frustrated, eternally and endlessly frustrated, by the fact that Jason hadn’t jumped immediately at the chance to atone for leaving Damian high and dry.
It was ridiculous, because Damian knew all too well that Jason wasn’t the type to do that sort of thing, but…
“Charming as always, Todd.” His tone remained restrained while his eyes connected with the timer again, glaring red numbers searing straight into his brain. 8:20….8:19….8:18….when it reached 0:00, it would blow with enough explosive charge to obliterate this entire block. It would…
He diverted his course, heading away from the door, and for the bomb instead. If he could diffuse it…if he could just get there and diffuse the fucker…
“Yes, I’ve got…something for you. And before you start to feel too good about yourself, I would like to clarify that it’s not that I need your assistance so much as simply am requesting it.” Pride. His fucking pride was in the way, as usual. He needed to have told Jason, he needed to have told him a minute ago. Because now…now they had seven minutes, and Jason could be anywhere, anywhere in the entire fucking city… “How quickly can you run a trace on my lo—” he could feel blood pooling uncomfortably somewhere in his lungs, and had to pause to let out a wet breath, ”—cation?”
"What?"
He lost that facade for a split second and his fingers have to catch the cigarette that had nearly fallen out of his mouth.
Something was wrong, he was sure of that now. Still, it just wasn't in his bones to panic--to scream and clamor off to blindly try and help whatever trouble Damian had gotten into. But his throat prickled--constricted--at the wet, heavy sound of Damian's voice. At how long it was taking him to pull together his sentences. Damian was sharp-tongued and quick-witted, those were things that Jason liked about him. And his sentence structure was shattering into little groups of hard-earned breaths. That just wasn't Damian.
That just wasn't Damian.
Jason's voice went up an octave but soon dropped back into a casual tone. Panicking wouldn't help. Damian would tell him what he needed, right? "Why?"
He was already starting to turn his torso every which way, eyes darting for supplies. The bag. The bag he'd been packing. He began to load up, sucking in nicotine like his lungs needed the stuff. He leaned his head in tight to keep the phone on his shoulder as he added holsters, weapons, wires, anything and everything.
Damian should've been too proud to call. But he had. And that meant something dark and black and impossible.
"What's going on, Damian?"
Smells Like Robin Spirit.
roseravagerworth started following you
//OUR PLAN SHOULD BE:
YOU HOLD THAD
I’LL TICKLE HIM
UNTIL HE STOPS
BEING CRAY
But what if I grab you and tickle you till you’re cray? What then?
omg slade that’s the most evilest plan I’ve ever hEARD
//bbl~
//skoo
AND DAMIAN I'M ALMOST DONE WITH YOUR RESPONSE
EVEN THOUGH I STILL HATE IT OMFG
-makes like he's going to kick him, but then backhands instead.-
fuCK
-stumbles back a step, then whaps right back, without much finesse-
reddeadhood said: I’m gonna hurt you, I swear.
I see. So slapping me wasn’t enough?
slapping doesn't even count.
I'm going to kick you in the shins, I think
Oh no.
Not that.
anything but
that
dammit jason
dammit, damian.
Even though he doesn't get along with that Thad guy
I hate that fucking guy.
Wow, you’re like, a d-bag today. Need some cigs?
Eh, I get whiny when neglected. What can I say? Why, you got some?
Wow. You know who's annoying?
Bart.
omg you don’t know my life you don’t know my choices.
YOUR NAME IS JASON TODD AND yOU’RE MADe OF WAFFLES
I don’t know about waffles.
Like….bread. Maybe. Maybe bread. I’m not really a waffle kind of guy.
Nice screech, there, by the way.
Oh, okay. Bread it is then. Wait…
-zips over and bites his shoulder.-
Ew. You don’t taste like bread at all, dude.
siCK you little FUCK
Who bites people!?
God fucking damn, I have saliva on my shoulder!
Wow. You know who's annoying?
Bart.
omg you don’t know my life you don’t know my choices.
YOUR NAME IS JASON TODD AND yOU’RE MADe OF WAFFLES
I don't know about waffles.
Like....bread. Maybe. Maybe bread. I'm not really a waffle kind of guy.
Nice screech, there, by the way.
Even though he doesn't get along with that Thad guy
I hate that fucking guy.
Wow. You know who's annoying?
Bart.
reddeadhood said: No, I mean right /now/
If I say sorry will you, y’know, not slap me? Or are you just going to do it anyway?
//i know i just got on
//but I mostly got on to release dat response! Sorry errybody
be back tomorrow or later today
or monday
i d e k
ONE OF THOSE
sorRY THERE ARE LIKE 4 PEOPLE HERE AND THEY WANT ME TO DRESS UP AS CASTIEL MAYBE
