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[gothamscowls]

                            ( JASON TODD | @beatupwithacrowbar​ )

Losing somebody you care for is never easy. That great emptiness is a difficult void to fill, the pangs of guilt ring often and painfully. Few losses quite compare to Bruce Wayne as that of Jason. His Jason. Not the first Robin he’d lost, but the first he’d been powerless to stop. Slipped through his fingers, a victim, a body. Since learning he had returned — angrier than before  — Bruce had barely slept. He knew better than to hunt the boy down, but he had so many questions. 

Too many apologies.

It took too long to find him again, but when he did, Bruce donned the mask and hurried to track Jason down. As his feet landed on metal, he felt something he hadn’t felt in years: nerves. They coursed through him, blood frozen, knowing this would not be a happy encounter, no matter how badly he willed it to be one. He would be lucky if Jason didn’t head for the hills the minute they saw one another. Bruce turned, slowly, eyes down, staring at Jason’s feet. “I wish you’d stop running,” he said quietly, voice hoarse. “We both know I will always track you down.”

[sonofwayne]

The sound of powerful impacts against punching bags could be heard echoing throughout the Batcave as Damian entered the underground domain of his family. Ears perking up at the sound of another individual within the caves, he’d been so sure that he’d be alone today. Bruce was out, and the other members of the family were in their respective regions. So to hear someone training was a bit alarming. Rounding the corner of the large staircase he watched from the shadows as a figure lashed out at one of the training targets. A streak of white hair was enough to tell him that this was Jason... One of his father’s former Robins. Stepping out into the light he called out to the stranger. “And here I thought I’d have this place to myself today...”

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[taliaofthedemon-blog]

talia had been enjoying this...vacation of sorts. never would he admit that, it wasn’t in his nature to have such time to himself to lounge and relax. the last time he was even on an island was to kill a group of child traffickers and while the mission was a success, he hadn’t bothered to look out at the ocean and enjoy the calming waves. not like now. with yet another day in seeming paradise, he was enjoying the outdoor shower found in his cabana, closed in by simple glass, the demon’s body was on display for anyone with a peering eye. every inch of his tan body was exposed from head to toe as the warm water sluiced down the golden brawn. the thickness of his rear ballooned out, looking more like giant melon attached to his overall beefy body. even with such assets normally weighing people down, talia was still a stealthy killer. which is why he was shocked that someone had managed to enter his cabana and was approaching the shower.

“who is there?” the assassian now on high alert, reached over to the small shelf in the outdoor shower to grab the small blade to potentially defend himself with. the dagger was yet another of the many al ghul heirlooms passed down from ra’s that talia still held dear. the man was quite fond of his sharp edges and always had one tucked nearby. of course, when the person ‘intruding’ on his private time was reveal, his guard was instantly softened.

“why not just tell me you were stopping by, my gift?”

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[odinsonxxx-blog]

Thor always never did know who to speak to at elaborate Gala's like this, he always had the mindset of 'Whomever looks the most extravagant was the one of great importance' the only downside to that logic here was that every godforsaken Midgardian seemed to dress to the most extreme, tantalising as they may be it in no way helped his cause here. His luck did seem to change ever so dramaticlly in an almost instant as he overheard a group nearby talking about a tall dark and handsome suited male lurking 'Apparently that's Jason over there --- Yes Bruce's Jason --- I can't believe who they let in nowadays' Ah so the mighty host of this event, no doubt a son of the famous Wayne judging by the gossiping hordes infront of him, ever so mmdietaly he moved through the crowds and over to the figure, extending his hand straight away "Jason Wayne I presume, I dear not say I am friends with your father but I know of his mighty deeds and respect him a great amount and I will no doubt be much in the same awe as you" he offered a slight bow and a friendly smile.

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[devilsanswer-blog]

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The vigilante appeared out from the darkness of the alleyway. “Your violence is excessive.” Those words should come out like a reprimand, but they held an undeniable admiration for the cracked bone and spilled blood on the concrete. Daredevil didn't have to see his movements to know the countless hours of practice that lay behind them.

“Get out of Hell’s Kitchen.”