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// My tag is broken :I and I'm slowly getting to replies.

[turntechgodkid]

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Jason slid over to Dave, frowning when he saw the state that he was in. “You’re not going to get anymore to drink," he informed him, rather of matter-of-fact.

Dave cocks an eyebrow and indicates he wants another shot and grumbles when he doesn't get it from the bartender. "W'y th'hell not?" He mumbles at Jason with a bleary eyed stare. 

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4 Drunk: Muse A is drunk and muse B is trying to take muse A to their home so as to prevent any accidents happening to them. What happens when muse A starts to come off strong?

Dave sighs as he sits at the bar and keeps ordering shots until the bartender cuts him off. He grumbles drunkenly as he tries to act sober enough to get more booze. 

[sassiesandsmark-archive]

bleeding out | anonjasontodd

Three days away, three days with no contact, not answering her phone or text messages. Three days of hiding at Ollie's and not coming out of the spare room he'd let her take up. Three days of burying her head in the sand, feeling the literal weight of her world. Until she'd gotten on a bus and headed back to Gotham.

Jay was out, she just let herself in. She hadn't been sleeping well, the blonde felt every step as if she was holding a million tons, she was tired by the time she crossed the threshold. Without a second thought the blonde moved to where Jason kept his arsenal and took out one of his hand guns. She hadn't used one before, not really. But she knew how they worked, she'd had enough of them pointed at her and enough of her friends used them for her to get her hands on one. But she'd never needed them.

Not like she did now.

Taking the gun with her she trailed herself to the back room, dropping her jeans at the door, kicking off her shoes as she walked to the bed and dropped herself into the unmade sheets. It smelled like Jay, tears pricked her eyes as she moved her head into the pillow, slipping the gun underneath. She needed protection, she was so tired...

It was an instinct some time later, jarred out of a dead sleep she swung the gun on the intruder-- pulling back the clip as quickly as she could move. Which was a lot slower than she ever had before. 

When she saw who it was she lowered the weapon, closing her eyes as she leaned back her hand falling to the bed with the gun clasped tightly. "Hi..."

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♡ Just a little.

"Just a little."

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/ all my Jasons are coming back from the dead omg

[destructionsdaughter]

undercover club work.

Lately Cass had been too busy to see Jason, from patrolling to setting up her new house there just hadn't been time. Now though she had a new lead on the case that had brought here to Gotham in the first place and was determined to go after it. The only thing was she needed a partner to go undercover with her. Normally she'd turn to Steph, but this was too dangerous for her and well Tim was too Tim. He couldn't be a convincing cover for this. So she turned to Jason for help and it was a plus that it'd be almost like a date.

Tonight they'd be going undercover as a couple in a nightclub, not that far of a stretch. Dressed in a summery floral two piece she felt bare with her midriff showing, but Steph had assured her she'd look good. Waiting for Jason she wondered how he'd like the place. She hadn't had many guests over and the place was still kind of a mess. He probably wouldn't be inside for long though, they had work to do tonight.