No longer Robin

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“Richard’s usually upset at something or other,” Damian shot back with a grin. “Besides, you need to keep him occupied with things, otherwise he starts feeling like he has nothing to do.” 

Snorting a little when Todd said he let him, he planted his hands on his hips and looked up at him – (definitely don’t have to look up as far as I used to). “Really? I remember kicking your ass back when I was ten. And thanks, but I’ll pass on the mantle. I don’t like the red hood. Black’s more my colour.”

Hearing Todd admit that he was glad to see him was – damn, he hadn’t thought it would make him this emotional. “Yeah? I’m glad I’m here too–” he paused, then shrugged and threw everything to the wind, dragging Todd into long hug. 

“So–” he said, a bit awkwardly, “What have you been up to?”

"Fair point, I think he should have been a red head with all that anger," Jason couldn't even begin to explain how good it was to see him. "Oof, you don't have to tell me that. But I'm kinda the same way, then I just get destructive." Jason shifted to lean to the side when Damian put his hands on his hips. Maybe he didn't have to look up as far, but he still had to look up for now. The older of the two would taunt him with the height difference until he couldn't anymore. "Hey, you were a kid. I had to go easy on you, besides. We have some of the same training, it was unexpected. But you did a good job at handing my ass to me. And aw, c'mon. Imagine the look on Bruce's face, it'd be perfect." The hug caught him off guard but he quickly returned it, he might have missed this kid more than he missed Dick. But not as much as he missed Alfred. "Keep yourself alive, you hear? If you outlive me you can have all my weapons. I've got some nice swords." "Honestly? Not much, just patrolling, irritating Bruce. Met a cute redhead. What about you?"

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thephoenixrising‌:

“ i hope i don’t lose you.” // @redhccded​

That took Jean completely offguard, the words feeling like they’d come out of nowhere in a comfortable silence. They’d known each other for a week (it may have been two now), and he was hanging out around her more than she thought he would. She assumed Jason was lonely, needed a friend. That was why he was here a lot. She never asked. Didn’t feel it was her business yet. Besides, she liked the company in the med bay, even if most days it was her patching him up.

Her hands had stilled at those words, slowly putting down her tools and turning to face him. “You won’t,” she said, softly, “I’m not going anywhere Jason- and you’re always welcome here. It doesn’t matter that you’re human, you have my permission to be here,” but that probably wasn’t what he meant, was it? She crossed the room to him, sitting down beside him and placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “You won’t lose me, Jason,” she repeated, “I don’t turn my back on my friends- and I’d like to think we’re friends,” her hand moved to his and she squeezed it, gently.

After a moment, she bit her lip, “You know, I’m not a bad baker,” she began. Everyone was asleep, she was sure she could do something in the kitchen without worrying about waking anymone, “want to help me make something? I’ve found baking tends to cheer me up- at least.”

Getting Jason to admit to anything was a task, so the fact that he had willingly voiced that fear was surprising. Even to himself. Whether it had been a week or two, there was something comforting about being around her. Something he didn't have, sure he felt okay around Dick or any of his siblings. But there was always a tense air around those interactiongs. She knew nothing about his past, knew nothing about him. It made it easier. He fidgeted with his hands for a second, trying not to look at her until she turned around to face him. Her words were reassuring and despite the minor freeze-up when she touched his shoulder, he reached up to put his hands over hers. She repeated those words, called them friends and he wanted to choke up a bit at them. He didn't have very many friends anymore, so this was nice. "We're friends, Jean. You won't lose me either," he couldn't promise he wouldn't get hurt but he could promise that he'd crawl out of his grave again if needed. He wasn't the type to give up. He returned the squeeze to her hand, letting out a slow breath to steady himself before he nodded his head. "I'm pretty decent in the kitchen, so I can for sure help you make something." He didn't need for the baking to cheer him up, he had her there right then and that's what's counted.

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a flurry of anger flashed through bruce before he controlled himself. he’d said what he said - sensitivity was never his strongest suit nor was holding back for jason. it was just them - just who they were. a hand shot out as he placed it firmly against jason’s chest, his towering frame looming over his second eldest.

“no. killing.“ he demanded, gritting his teeth as he stared the boy down. “commissioner gordon is here - he can handle any of the assailants and the system will process them as they should be processed.“ he slowly dropped his hand and stepped back, “you’re not a problem - but going too far will become a problem. i won’t hesitate to stop you.”

The hand being placed against his chest just irritated the younger man more, eyes staring at him. He knew damn well that Bruce wasn't going to agree with him, but he was trying to make a difference. "Right because the system is always the best way to go, nevermind the countless criminals that get set free. Nevermind the innocent lives they take!" He wasn't going to back down on this, his mind wasn't going to change. "I've already gone too far, there's no coming back from what I've done. But at least I'm doing something useful instead of just tossing them back into a jailcell."

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ofnightwiings‌:

“This is the worst game of Where’s Wally I’ve ever played.” // @redhccded​

“Tell me about it,” Dick grumbled. He knew Jason probably meant the actual game and was making a comment about what they’d been doing for the last hour, but considering this was his brother, he couldn’t keep his mouth shut when it came to teasing him. It wasn’t his fault his best friend’s name just so happened to be Wally. He knew they were looking for clues for several dozen crimes, but he had to lighten the mood somehow. “I’ve been looking for that speedster for weeks and still haven’t found him.” he sighed, handing Jason one of the coffees he had in his hands, “you’d think it’d be easy to find a redheaded speedster amongst all these people, but no such luck,” a pause, “oh- you meant the game. Sorry.”

      Jason stared at him while he spoke, did he really think he meant the red-head? The younger ex-Robin blinked a few times before he heard the pause and then the sigh. He turned the coffee cup around in his hand to take a drink before he even said anything about that. He knew Dick was missing his best friend and really, he couldn't blame him for that. "I'm sorry, guess it was the wrong wording to use. But I'm sure he's fine, probably just laying low or chasing after girls." His memories of Wally were kinda faded here and there, he hadn't seen him in a long ass time. He just remembered he had the habit of looking at girls.

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occultbat‌:

“ i may have the right to remain silent , but i don’t have the ability. ” - @redhccded​

jim’s brows shot up at the admission before he let out a long, tired sigh. “is that… what do you want me to do with that information?” he asked, turning to face the younger man. “i’m sure it’s not inaccurate, just by judging the look of you.” he waved a hand and gestured at him before expressing another sigh. “let me guess, bruce wayne adopted you too, right?” just by the looks of him, and by the fact he hung out with grayson often, made jim suspect that bruce has been collecting kids over the years. not a bad thing, but jim was beginning to suspect that the older version of himself had a lot to do with the wayne family, far more than he did when bruce was a kid.

      Jason gasped at that, but really --- he wasn't even offended. He was more offended that the guy managed to hit the nail on the head with who had kinda raised him. Was it really that easy? Or was it just his appearance and the knowledge that Bruce had a "wayward son"? Either way it went, the younger man shrugged his shoulders at that.         "Guess you could say that, but he's not my dad. Just took me in off the streets to make sure I didn't kill anyone." Shocker, it didn't work. But he wasn't about to tell Jim that. He wasn't completely stupid. "I'm just saying, I could be of help to you. I know a lot of info about various people, besides. I'm pretty good company."

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“ that is … literally illegal. you’re describing something illegal. “ @batcoded​ | Babs

      Jason let out a groan that was soon followed by a sigh, why was this always the case when he ran into her? 'No, Jason. You can't do that.' His foot tapped a couple of times while he thought about it. He needed a good response to justify this in her eyes. Why did her opinion matter so much to him? It might matter more than Bruce's did at this point.           "I know it's wrong, but if we can catch someone that's ya know causing mass panic. Killing them might be a good option, make an example out of them. I'm not asking you to pull the trigger, Babs. I'm more of the trigger man in this family."

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“ that is … literally illegal. you’re describing something illegal. “ @ofnightwiings​ | Dick

     Jason was ready to mock his brother, but tried not to. ( he failed awfully at it. ) He ended up making a face and rolling his eyes while Dick told him it was illegal and really, was anything they ever did legal? The answer was no. And for that matter, when was Jason doing something that was legal? Look at his record, nothing on it was legal.         "I'm just saying if we broke into the lab and stole some of the stuff it'd give us an advantage. I'm not saying Let's rip off a bank, I could do that by myself."

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“ if we don’t stop what’s going on in the city soon, we’ll all be dying.”  @occultbat​ | Bruce

    Was he serious right now? He couldn't possibly even be saying that to him of all people. Jason knew what was at stake, but he was trying to play by the rules. He was trying to do things Bruce's way. His jaw tensed and he let out an aggravated noise. And he didn't even get a chance to stop himself before his mouth opened up.         "Then how about you let me do what I do best, Bruce," he was taking a step close to stand chest to chest with the older man. "Let me start shooting them, let me take them down instead of telling me to behave, instead of telling me I am just as much of a problem as them!"

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thephoenixrising‌:

Her first thought when she answered the phone to hear a familiar voice on the other side was Did he butt dial me? If it had been anyone else, she’d have hung up- or wondered why someone was calling her at 2:05 in the morning. But Jean was up and wide awake- and Jason was a vigilante, so it was really no big deal. It seemed they were both some form of night owl. She still debated hanging up- but she had to make sure he meant to call her, “I hope you didn’t just butt dial me,” she quipped, maybe it would get a laugh out of him.

But the humor faded quickly as she rose from her seat, her grip on her phone tightening, “Are you alright?” she asked, trying to shrug her jacket on, one-handed, “you’re not opening up those stitches are you?” 

Honestly, it probably wouldn’t take her long to find him. She remembered what his mind felt like, despite not going into it. It felt like a brick wall- one that had been built up through some sort of training. She couldn’t get in. There were a lot of people whose minds she couldn’t get into. 

Jean didn’t give him much time to answer, she already had her jacket half on and was opening her window. Why use the door when she could just fly out her window? Besides, she didn’t want to wake anyone on her floor, “Where are you? If you need a lift I’ll be there in five minutes,” she paused, “maybe less than that depending on how close you are,”

      Nope, it hadn't been a butt dial. He just managed to be absolutely dumb right then. Jason was always awake at this time and if he wasn't then chances are it wasn't by choice. Her voice rang through in his ear and he grinned to himself before a small laugh left him. Okay, he needed to try and pull himself up.         "Nah, it wasn't an accidental call, promise and I'm fine, not tearing stitches I--" He lost his grip some on the rope and groaned before moving to grab the edge of the building, trying to pull himself up before he realized how weird this must have all sounded. This is what he got for hanging out on buildings late at night.     Jason opened his mouth again before he blinked a few times, was she really going to come get him? He was quiet, unsure what to say for a second. "Middle of the city, tall building. Can't miss it. I'm kinda just hanging in here." Since he kept losing his grip on the ledge. He was going to fight this stupid building, but no he was told not to explode anything.         "I'm about ten minutes from where we met if that helps any."

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‘I have four dads.’

“ i  may  have  the  right  to  remain  silent ,  but  i  don’t  have  the  ability. ”

❛   i  was  halfway  across town  ,  hungover  and  thinking  about  breakfast.   ❜

‘You can’t even keep your eyes open, get some rest.’

‘Stop worrying, I’m just a little tired.’

“am i the architect of my own nightmare?”

“I didn’t know how else to tell you.”

“ honestly? if you really thought that tony stark/bruce wayne did those things… then… i don’t know what to say to you. “

“ I’m choosing to trust you. “

“ when are we ever going to get a break? hello? hello god, are you there? it’s me - having a crisis! “

“ i hope i don’t lose you.”

“ that is … literally illegal. you’re describing something illegal. “

“ hey , hey , hey … guess what ? “

“ so… do you think there’s any instant noodles left in the stores? or have they all been cleaned out by the billionaires? “

“Don’t worry, ma'am/sir/friend! I’m here to save you!”

“We call no one, we tell no one. This is our secret.”

“You should’ve known better than to keep something this big from us.”

❝  you  think  i  ever  do  shit  that  makes  sense  ?  ❞

“This is the worst game of Where’s Wally I’ve ever played.”

“ stop fighting. you’ll live longer.”

“ if we don’t stop what’s going on in the city soon, we’ll all be dying.”

“ i actually believe what they’re saying about tony stark and bruce wayne, do you? “

“ you know? i kinda miss the romans right about now. and the huns. i’d say pirates but they’re still here. sadly. “

“ so, now that we have a moment… care to fill me in?”

“I’ve made more graceful entrances.”

“ you’re wondering what’s in there?”

“ i don’t need any surprises.”

“ you probably noticed i like to stir things up.”

“If you want to know something about me, just ask.” 

“Life is cruel. Why should the afterlife be any different?”

“You actually were telling the truth.”

“This is going to end badly isn’t it?”

“There are bigger sacrifices one might be asked to make than going a little mad.”

“If you can’t look out for yourself, how the hell you gonna look out for me?”

“I keep bumping into old friends.”

❝ Ya scared the bejeezus out of us. ❞

❝ Stupid superstitious bastard. ❞

❝ From now on, don’t touch anything. Not a damn thing. Keep your hands off the furniture, got it? ❞

“ are you sure about this?” 

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Damian’s small smirk turned into a full blown one as Todd recognised him immediately – a smirk that promptly turned into a look of annoyance as Todd pointed out the height difference. 

“You won’t be taller for long if I cut your legs off at the knees,” he said, before moving to retrieve his batarang. If he was the type of person to go for physical affection, he would have hugged Todd; as it was, he settled for a sort of awkward elbow bump. “Yeah? Well, you let me sneak up on you. Though, to be fair to you, I was always better at covert ops.”

Damn, he’d missed Todd, but he just wasn’t good at articulating it. How did other people cope with these touchy feely things? “Guess I took a leaf out of your book with the whole resurrection thing. Consider it the one and only time I’ll do that.” He paused, slightly awkwardly. “You’re looking good, Todd.”

      He was always good at picking out who was doing what. Damian was feisty, he was as stubborn as he was. He was a good Robin, better than he had been and he would admit it. Just not out loud, not yet.         "Take me off at the knees and I think Dick would be upset with you," he replied with ease, eyes focusing on the younger of the duo. He moved closer to him and returned the elbow bump. "I let you because I know it was one of us. And yeah? Please, I was doing covert ops since before you were even born."       He couldn't even answer that if the younger of the two asked. Feelings weren't his strong suit, he sucked with them. "Really? You don't want to take up my mantle when I die? I'm hurt." He nodded his head and moved to squeeze Damian's shoulder. "You're looking good too, I'm glad you're here, little brother."

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      Jason shouldn't have been surprised by everything going on. ( He shouldn't have hoped things would be better here. ) He was now fighting on a side he never thought he would. The bat symbol on his chest was brighter now, less faded and worn. For the time being, he was making sure people knew who he was siding with. Only thing missing was his helmet, instead, he had the domino mask on his face that Bruce had given him, the hood of his jacket pulled up to partly cover his face while he perched himself on the edge of a rooftop. Being up high never bothered him, he never feared the fall. ( He's had worse done to him. ) But all of that was the farthest things from his mind, his eyes weren't even focused on his surroundings or the people hiding and trying to stay safe, they were focused on his phone. His mind distracted by a woman he had met that somehow managed to leave an impression on him, that left herself in his head as a lingering thought.     He groaned and picked up a rock that was next to him and threw it onto the next building over, watching it land before he put his chin on his hand. He hated this, this never happened unless he was scolded by Bruce or Dick. But that was back when he was Robin, he wasn't that kid anymore. His gloved fingers tapped against his cheek while he looked between his phone and the ground below him. The thought of just jumping crossed his mind, but he doubted anyone would be too pleased with him if he did that. So, instead, he checked the time and groaned when it read 2:05 am, how the hell was he supposed to call her at this hour and get away with it? She had things to do, people to see. Another few taps on his cheek happened before he jumped to his feet. His phone being slid into his jacket while he tapped the bluetooth earpiece that he was wearing. Fuck it, he was calling her.           "Call Jean," he wanted to say it loud enough so he wouldn't have to repeat it, but quiet enough so he wasn't heard. But of course, the voice that rang back reminded him of what he set her name to. "Calling Hot for Teacher." It caused the vigilante to pale for a second while it rang in his ear, making him miss his step and slip off the ledge, thankfully he managed to grab the rope he still had hanging there. Chances are if she answered the first thing she'd hear was ---         "Fuck! Smooth one Todd, way to slip off the god damn ledge."

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silkymoons‌:

She watched him abruptly get up and leave, skimming over the contact info he left scribbled across that piece of paper. Jason. Right, guess she knew where to find a tutor if she ever needed one. However, her silk senses were telling her that wasn’t a priority right now, not when she could hear the commotion outside. The rise of petty crime around the city didn’t go unnoticed, and in a weird way, maybe it would help sort out her powers. Cindy grabbed all her stuff, dumping it into her backpack, and ran into the bathroom. Changing into the costume wasn’t hard, but slipping out of the window and into the back alley proved to be another challenge.

There wasn’t much time to complain about all the body contortion, not when she could spot a fight happening further down the alley. She crawled over on the wall, noticing two hooded figures throw punches at each other … except she didn’t know which one was the bad guy. 

“ — hey, freeze!” 

    He had been quick to slip out and pull his hood over his head, unzipping it meant that his bat symbol was visible. Domino mask in place and he was ready to slam someone into the wall --- which instead happened to him as soon as he got out into the alleyway. A groan leaving him while his leg came up and he used his foot to shove the figure away. Jason was used to this, it wasn't any different than what he usually did. So, he got his timing right and slammed them into a wall, about to hit them when he heard a voice and his head turned to stare at the --- what.         "I'm on your side --- wall crawler?" He really didn't know what to call her and he was a little messed up by it. She looked like a spider and he couldn't place it.     Granted, his confusion enabled the person to shove him back again which only irritated Jason so much more.

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stephanie can’t help the small smile that forms across her face as her gaze shifts to the floor. “i missed you too,” she replies, gesturing for him to follow her as she began to continue the way she’d been previously heading. “oh, yeah, it’s one of the places from gotham that i’ve found here. probably the only bubble tea place in gotham that i found to be worth going to. plus they have cool flavors aside from the standard ones like oreo and red velvet.” she explained. when jason mentioned buying, stephanie glances up at him, raising a brow. “you’re sure? i mean– if you’re buying, there’s a pizza place down the street from the bubble tea place. i haven’t eaten yet today.” she laughs softly. “mmhm, i probably do. i go there too often. they also have this really cute crane machine but i have yet to be able to get the stuffed toy i’ve been wanting. and then the pizza place is just a pizza place but who isn’t ever in the mood for pizza?” she says, grinning. “yeah– sibling bonding.” she adds, smiling.

    Jason was glad she missed him, hell-- he was just glad to find her, he moved to follow after her without a second thought. His attention was split between listening to her talk and keeping an eye on things around them, he might have been a little too cautious at the moment with everything going on in the newly formed city. "Yeah? Can't say I ever went there when we were back home. I mostly ate burgers and chili dogs...and drank a lot of coffee and energy drinks." Oof, some of those habits needed to die before he did. "Red velvet sounds really good." And it did, he loved that flavor. At the glance, he rolled a shoulder and smiled at her. "Yeah, I'm sure and we can grab a pizza too. Get some drinks to wash it down with."         "Crane machine, huh? Well lucky for you I'm a master at those. I'll see if I can get you that stuffed toy." And if he couldn't then he'd just steal it, psh. It was child's play.

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ofnightwiings‌:

“Aw, but you were grinning when you first put that old suit on,” Dick feigned a pout, but he relented on the teasing. Some of his best memories were with that little kid who hitchiked to Bludhaven just to see him because he had been grounded earlier that day (and he was positive Jason had even tried to sneak into the cop bar he worked in once). They’d been close then. Patroled together a few trimes, Robin and Nightwing. He missed that. “you win today, Little Wing, but if you get to tease me about my disco suit, I get to tease you about the pixie boots,” he paused, lowering his voice, “speaking of those of us who wore the big R on our chests, you haven’t seen Tim around, have you? I haven’t seen him since this reality merge either and I’m worried,” he knew Tim was probably still a sore spot for Jason, but he had to ask. They were family after all. Brothers. So far, Tim was the only one missing. And for now he could only hold out hope that he came through with Jason and wasn’t alone.

Dick sighed, running a hand through his hair, “Do I need to tell you not to do anything reckless?” he asked. Not that he thought Jason would listen to him. And he himself never listened when people told him not to be reckless when he was injured. But he had to try, right? When he had turned his attention back to Jason, he cracked a smile, “Yeah, that’d probably be mine. You won’t believe the amount of times I lose my mask for one reason or another when I’m working with dad.” he turned the radio off, stowing it away on his belt and pulled his keys out, “You’re right. We do.” The Red Hood had quite a reputation. A lot of blood on his hands. Dick may not have approved of how Jason dolt out justice- but he’d looked into every person he’d killed when he’d had the chance. And honestly? It wasn’t like they were nice people. Jason never killed anyone who didn’t have it coming. He could see where Jason was coming from. He didn’t need to like it. But he could come to terms with it and accept it. 

“What, do I have you going after me for my sleep patterns too now? Gar and Alfred are already pestering me about it,” but he appreciated that as it was the closest he would get to a I’m worried about you from Jason. He’d take it. “I have some things I need to check in on first, for the night job, but then I promise I’ll go to bed,” he also had a recently-back-from-the-dead-Amazon staying at his half-finished apartment he had to see later. God, he still couldn’t believe Donna was back. He tossed his keys up in the air and caught them again with practiced ease, “come on, let’s get some late dinner. Maybe some fast food so we can see if we can find your warehouse while we’re at it. Hope you don’t mind riding shotgun in a patrol car.”

      "This is so unfair, Dick. I was like how old? I was still a kid," Jason groaned loudly at the pout that his older brother gave him. This reminded him back when he was a kid. God, Bruce had been so mad at him that he had taken off without saying anything that day. Dick had been surprised he was there and well, he refused to come home right away. Patrolling with Nightwing had been a blast when he was a Robin, it was like a dream come true. Fighting beside the man whose shoes he had been trying to fill. "Fine, we'll call a truce, I won't tease you about the suit and you won't tease me about the pixie boots." And then he dropped his voice and Jason paused to listen to him, shaking his head slowly. "I haven't, if I had I would have handcuffed his ass to me." Tim was a sore spot for him, but that didn't mean he wasn't concerned about him. He was on the stance with the Batboys that the only one allowed to take them out for real was him.     Jason gave him a slight smile, "I think that's already taken off the market. But you might, I'm pretty reckless at times." the younger of the duo never listened to anyone very well, he had listened to Dick sometimes, but most of the time it was Alfred that got him to listen. Now? It seemed like he was listening more to a girl he just met than anyone else. But hey, she was just his type. Who could blame him? "He gave me shit about it, but that's kinda expected at this point. They don't hold up well when you get a knife to the face." He had always refused to hurt innocent people, he'd rather shoot himself first. He dealt out karma that was taking too long to get the person and whatever money they had? Well he may have taken a tiny bit but almost all of it went to the people they hurt and that needed it the most.       "Yeah, you do because sleep is important and you can't live off of damn coffee, I tried," it never worked in anyone's favor, that's how their immune systems dropped and he couldn't afford any of them being sick right now. "Good, because I'd hate to have to knock you out and explain later on that you wouldn't sleep so I cracked you over the head." Probably not the smartest thing to say in a police station, but this was him, was there any other better place to say it? He nudged Dick again after he caught the keys and nodded his head. But --- he mentioned riding shotgun in a patrol car and he couldn't help himself.       "So I get to ride in the front for once? I'm so used to being in the back of them."

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deadmcgics‌:

Cass had been doing her best running solo around the city to damage control, and even in the aftermath there was work to be done. Especially in the aftermath, considering some tried to use the chaos to cover-up break ins and other crimes. Her hurried but efficient heroisms was brought up short, though, by the sudden appearance of her brother. Cassandra stopped fully, cape fluttering to a gentle stop behind her as she stilled and tilted her head, perfectly content to wait for him to say something rather than break the silence herself as his body language said he was rather uncomfortable.

Her eyebrows arched high. “Hi.” She said quietly. “Been awhile… I know where it is. Does dad…?” Know you’re here? Know you want in? Her lips pressed together at her own awkwardness. “What do you want?”

      Jason never knew how to talk to any of them, the only one he had a strong bond with was Dick and it was still shaky. He bonded to the others but less, he needed to change that. Everything was so messed up in the family and he couldn't blame it on them, he was the one that shoved them all away. All this chaos going on might be his way to redeem himself in their eyes. That's what he wanted but he didn't want to give up killing the people who deserved it. But Cass? She was different, she killed before and she could read his body language which was screaming right then.       At the silent question, he nodded his head. "He knows I'm around, I've seen him. He doesn't know I want into the cave though, but to be fair...our conversation was short lived. Long enough for him to give me an extra mask." And then there was more awkwardness. "I want to see if my spare helmet is there or if the one I lost was the spare. I hid it in the batcave for safe keeping." He paused and shifted on his feet. "I'll buy chili-dogs and go patrolling with you in return? You can call the shots?"

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She didn’t believe him, not when she didn’t have the confidence to offer strangers coffee and strike up a random conversation. Cindy was good at the whole ‘socializing’ thing once upon a time … but four years could change anyone, whether she liked it or not. “An arrow?” Cindy repeated, remembering the romans and the huns. Remembering the bodies, the smell of corpses, and everything that screamed death — and suddenly, she didn’t have an appetite anymore. The coffee might turn cold, however, her silk senses were already picking up on something else in the distance. Something bad. The spike in crime was hard to ignore, not if her powers had anything to say about it. 

“Uh, no, I’ll be fine.” No one needed to know that she was working on her G.E.D. because that would only cause more questions, and her past was already too complicated to dig up. 

      Being raised by a "playboy" had it's perks. Jason was good at certain things, making people believe things. Didn't mean it was all easy to him, hell he hated it. She repeated what he said and he nodded his head. But he could see something was up and he wanted to reach out and tap her, drag her out of it. But he just met this girl and he wasn't big on people being in his personal space, so why do it to someone else?         "You sure? I mean, shit. I had to redo highschool all over again practically, school work is rough. They keep changing how they do things, like math? Come on --" He was about to go on until he heard something outside and he made a small groaning noise. "I think that's my sign to...I'm gonna..." He stood up and rubbed the side of his neck, quickly writing his number down on a piece of paper and slipped it to her. "In case you change your mind, here's my number." Now it's time to be a stupid hero, which meant he was going to slip out the door.