✖ ▌║: DEAD ROBIN

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officially archived this blog. find me at @foxveined, @vampiirisms

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the question is do i wanna come back to this blog because i love jason or do i wanna archive it and dick around on my generic-wonderbread-brand-jason-based-oc on @foxveined

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i know i haven’t been around at all on any of my blogs. life is crazy right now. i’m trying to transition to total economic and geographic independence from my parents and adjusting to the life of a full time adult.

the past week has been the worst yet. i’m crazy stressed and i’ve been on the verge of a mental breakdown all week. every single day i get off work and have to sit and rest for a few minutes just to make sure i don’t start crying. i’m constantly on the verge of tears.

so roleplay is kind of low on my priorities list right now.

i’m sorry.

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darknightdaughter:

“Then tell me, Oh Dashing Hood, which city-threatening evil you stopped tonight. If it’s better than mine I might either punch you or commend you. I haven’t decided so choose your words wisely.” Helena leaned over, nudging his shoulder playfully with a soft laugh. “As boring as this sounds though, I was thinking I’d take the long patrol route home, see if I could find any more trouble to get into, and if not there’s a dinner along the way I’ve been meaning to try.”

Well, he’s been caught EMPTY-HANDED. Sure enough, he hasn’t bagged a SINGLE baddy on this night. He gestures with his hands out in front of him, shrugging.  ❝ Alright, ALRIGHT, you win. ❞ Hands stuff into his pockets and he laughs, shaking his head.  ❝ You want company if you’re going the long way round? ❞ He understands if she says no; everyone needs some time alone, and Jason understands that more than ANYONE. 

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darknightdaughter:

“Well your faith in me is flattering, to say the least.” There was a hint of cynicism behind the laugh that punctuated her statement. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe what he’d told her, but more that a lot of her confidence, her bravado, was the Huntress persona. When it was just Helena, no mask or body armor, there were doubts and goals left to be met. She still had a long way to go until ‘unfaltering.’ “I won’t get all philosophical on you, but some days those small victories are enough. We can’t achieve victories in the name of justice every night.”

❝ Yeah, maybe YOU can’t, ❞ Jason says with a laugh and a smirk, but a moment later concedes the point. ❝ I kid, I kid. Small victories are gonna have to do for now, you’re absolutely right. ❞ And if meant that guy learned to respect women and not run his mouth when he didn’t know the company he was in, hey, that totally counted as a VICTORY. The world needed a lot less people who talked shit, especially about women.  ❝ So what’s next for our DARING HERO of the hour? ❞

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cheiiros:

‘’Wow,’’ she breathes, ‘’I didn’t think you’d actually go  for  that.’’ Still  a good idea though, she thought. She  had far too much going on, and she didn’t get much  time  to  relax  or do much else, let  alone see Jason  as often as she would’ve liked. Maybe this would be  a good chance to reconnect. ‘’Sunday?’’ she echos,   ‘’sounds good to me. Now all we need t’ do is pack.’’

Fortunately for JASON, packing is never that much of an ordeal. He basically always has a bug-out bag ready to go with enough to last him a few days, just in case an EMERGENCY comes up or he’s needed elsewhere unexpectedly. He just needs to double check to be sure it’s VACATION ready, and he’s set to go.  ❝ Anywhere in particular you wanna meet when we’re all ready to go? ❞  

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          she’s not looking at him anymore. gaze strictly AVERTED away ;; her attention suddenly busied with the contents of one of the thugs pockets. the air has grown THICK between them. a good YARD && HALF away from that light hearted banter they’d begun with. BUT a part of her wondered when it would shift. she’d never believed in fate. not until she’d been given a MIRACLE. which has her wondering if maybe the two of them are very much never meant to be … more than whatever … THIS is. — — something that never worked out. 

              for a while she thinks maybe THAT’S IT. that he’s done speaking to her. && a part of her is relieved. because the WEIGHT of emotion behind her voice was a lot HEAVIER than she intended. && she doesn’t … LIKE this. being vulnerable. ( she won’t be vulnerable. not again. ) && she KNOWS he’s seen it already. he’d helped her through a low point after all. but it’s different. she wasn’t in control then. she is now.  — — && she’s not COPING. whenever she’s sad. or angry. or something has ROCKED the steady boat that is barbara gordon — when the BULLET had  …         — — she’d call … dick. but he’s not here anymore. he’s not anywhere. && she’s STRONGER than this. she KNOWS she is. she shouldn’t be crumbling without him. but he was her best friend. … her ONLY friend who knew both sides of her. she doesn’t have anyone else to talk too. 

           or so she thought.                      which is why her head SNAPS up at his question. apprehension glossing over her features before a sharp DENIAL quickly replaces it.   ❛ i’m fine. ❜   her reply is fast. DEFENSIVE. && damn it, she’s usually better at managing her composure. but his appearance has rattled her slightly, && maybe she’s just feeling OFF.  she breathes a sigh when she finds what she’s looking for. an ID. good. she can track this guy. — but she pauses now.  ❛  don’t tell me you came all the way down here to check whether i was going off the RAILS again, hood. — you don’t usually STRAY this far. what’re you doing here ??? — are … YOU okay ? ❜

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            YEAH, she’s not fooling ANYONE like that. Her response is too quick -- it lacks casual tone and comes across too defensive, DESPERATE almost. And usually people that RACED to convince others they were okay WEREN’T; Jason of course knew this from EXPERIENCE. Usually it was when he was most desperate to convince others that he wasn’t entirely convinced himself.

            Of course, observing such puts him in a difficult position; he could point it out and make things awkward between he and Barbara and even potentially risk making Batgirl MAD, or he could drop the topic there, effectively leaving her to wallow in her despair and reaffirming everyone’s belief in him as selfish and uncaring. Not to mention also closing himself off as someone to confide him and losing a chance to -- maybe -- bond with Barbara. Things had always been... weird, between the two of them, and maybe if he put forth an actual effort they WOULDN’T be.

            She deflects, of course, turning the question back around on him. He folds his arms over his chest and peers over her shoulder at the ID card.  ❝ Me? Yeah, I’M fine. ❞ In truth the news of both Dick and Damian had shocked him, even upset him pretty greatly (they may not have been CLOSE, but they were still family and they were still allies) but it hadn’t rocked him to his absolute CORE.  ❝ I just -- you know. Thought you guys might need the extra hands around Gotham these days, given the circumstances. ❞ He shrugs, tries to make it sound as casual as he can. That’s PART of it, of course, an actual desire to want to help. He has a sort of personal investment in making sure the Gotham criminals get what’s coming to them. But there’s a part of him that actually DOES care that wants to check in and see how things are going -- see how everybody’s doing in light of the recent losses. 

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“Thanks.” She took the ice pack from him and placed it gingerly against the bruise, wincing slightly at the quick shock of cold against the sensitive skin. “You could interpret it that way, sure.” Even with her mouth halfway covered, a grin was still evident. “And of course I won. He would have had to do a hell of a lot more to me to come out of that one on top. The guy was good with his mouth, just not as much with his fists.”

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At least she WON. Jason wouldn’t tolerate it if she LOST -- he’d have to go find this guy and put an end to his reign of shit-talking terror.  ❝ I expected nothing LESS, of course. ❞ She was raised by Bruce, after all, and Selina -- even more so than he, or Tim, or Dick, even arguably more than Damian.  ❝ So in other words, should expect one less loose-lipped scumbag running around. Nice. ❞ Not exactly a victory in the name of justice and crime-fighting, but something Jason could chalk up as a victory regardless.

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“And I don’t do ask ‘annie articles’, but we all have to do something we don’t like doing. So tell me what made you want to jump in and well pummel this guy into the pavement?”

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          ❝ YEAH, and give you a written confession to ASSAULT? I don’t              think so, ask Annie. ❞ And besides, he’s not about to admit that              he just took a guy down for talking shit about the Robins.

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darknightdaughter:

“Of course it is, but sometimes it’s just infinitely less fun. Sometimes like when your guy is running his mouth and is eerily good at pushing your buttons. So, yeah, it would have been a lot quicker to put bolts into his achilles tendons, but he was practically begging to be punched, and who I am to deny a man his wish?” Helena smirked through a bruised and swollen lip. Of course she’d gotten a little bit of a beating for choosing that route, but she still didn’t regret it.

Picking a fight because a guy was running his mouth too much. Alright, that was fair enough; Jason’s certainly been in her shoes a few times and it usually ends in roughly the same way. He hands her an ice pack wrapped in cloth.  ❝ So you did it for shits and giggles basically, is what you’re saying, ❞ he laughs, shaking his head.  ❝ Hey, sometimes it’s just more fun to use your hands. I get that. At LEAST tell me you won that fight? ❞

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Jason Todd,

Coloring Practice.

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A blink. A second blink. Jason cocks his head to the side, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.  ❝ Wait, okay, you’re going to have to tell me the story AGAIN. WHY couldn’t you just use your crossbow? Let me tell you, a gun is WAY more effective. Quicker, too, probably. ❞

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             there’s a small SMIRK tugging at her lips as his hand lifts up. a normal reaction for whenever she’s RIGHT ;; which is often. very, VERY often. especially around him.            but the slightly DEFENSIVE way he folds his arms is pretty cute. && maybe THAT’S why her smile only WIDENS in matter of moments.   ❛  s’okay.  you don’t have to say anything. i already know you’re feeling MUCH better, seeing me && all — — must really take a LOAD off.  ❜   cue a teasing little shrug on her behalf. alright. so maybe SHE had missed him. … weird considering once upon a time she’d BARELY even registered his existence  && now she’d go as far as to say she felt  …  SAD STRANGE without him around.  

            ( stupid. babs don’t … think like that. he’s made his feelings quite clear after all. ) ❛ HUH. didn’t think you WANTED to be caught up on family affairs, red. well, i can tell you if another one of us had KARKED it — — you would’ve HEARD by now. ❜ she bites. much more CLOSED off. tone HARSH. damian &&       … dick were still FRESH wounds after all.

        He can hear it in her VOICE -- the bitterness, the harshness, maybe a layer of grief under it all. It doesn’t take a detective to figure out the context of her sudden change in tone. (a small piece of him maybe WONDERS if anyone ever grieved HIM like this).  ❝ I assume I would’ve, YEAH, ❞ he responds, and wonders if she should say something or just drop the topic entirely and try to move on to more COMFORTABLE topics of conversation.

        Admittedly the first thing he thinks of isn’t exactly what he was looking for in terms of “more comfortable” and truthfully he doesn’t even expect it to get anywhere. But it’s important to him that he at least extend the courtesy of asking and maybe make himself look like less of an asshole in the process.  ❝ Are YOU doing okay? ❞ She’s been through a LOT lately, and he’s practically an expert on what been through a lot does to a person. He’s already pretty sure she’ll deny anything that hints otherwise, but he might as well check while he’s here.

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Being thrown through a window wasn’t EXACTLY how Jason wanted to start his day, but the life of a vigilante was FULL of surprises.  ❝ I.... yeah, I DON’T have an explanation for this. I can pay the damages? ❞

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cheiiros replied to your post

looks like you need a new crush. -wraps jaybird in a blanket- protect him at all costs.

i can’t date this man. he is no longer crush material.

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Red Hood by Jeremy Haun, C2E2 2016 (Pre-Show)

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