ain't no grave can hold my body down

  "Tell me, what bothers your more? That your greatest failure has returned from the grave, or that I've become a better Batman than you?" - Jason Todd

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onlyslightlysmarter

   ‘ Ah well, I’m absolutely terrifying and that’s just a warning for you. ‘          She wrapped her arms tightly over her chest and popped          her hip to the side as she noticed the man look her over.          She didn’t know whether she should kick his ass just for          that look or to let him carry on, clearing her throat Natasha          rolled her eyes before speaking again.    ‘ You keep looking at me like that and I’ll shove foot up your ass, got it? ‘

 She was a friend of Alfred’s, now – it didn’t take Jason to be an expert detective to figure out that she must have some military experience, she sure as hell didn’t pop off the butler or waitress bandwagon. “Big talk for a little woman…” Jason instantly replied to her comment. His brown orbs instantly rising to meet with her own gaze, a quick smirk forcing its way upon his face. He wanted to see what she had, because he knew instantly whatever she was capable of, he was capable of the same – if not more. It came with the perks of being an ex-Robin.

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starrfiiire

“I am honestly not surprised by that.” She nervously chuckled before following him down the street near the tunnels. It was there she stopped and skimmed the area briefly. “May I ask a question? Why is it that you and Nightwing aren’t…close? Or perhaps it is me that doesn’t seem to understand the “brotherly” bonding?”

With a quick nod the two then began their journey towards the tunnels, of course there was a part of Jason that actually wanted there to be a monster of some sort that was wreaking havoc in the tunnels, but who was to say for sure. “Nightwing decided to go on his own path, came back to see that Batman had replaced him with another Robin. It’s kind of the whole, I don’t want to play with my toys until someone else plays with them cliché…” Jason spoke honestly, it wasn’t like he didn’t work hard for the opportunity to be the sidekick of the Batman, but sometimes it just seemed like the two were just…too different.

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onlyslightlysmarter

  ‘ You should totally be scared shitless. He        didn’t tell me anything, I just work things out for myself. ‘

   “Sorry lady, but I don’t scare that easy…” Jason smirked towards the female, sitting upon a rather costly looking stool within the main living quarters of Wayne Manor. The position in which he sat gave him a great view of her form, his brown orbs couldn’t help but look her up and down.

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asiingleword   

 She considers his words for a couple minutes. There was a part of her that always did question Jimmy’s death deep down. She always assumed that feeling in the pit of her stomach was just grief, but his words make the question stir in her mind. Like a rebellion in her mind, the new ideas win, overruling the older ones.    She gives the bar one last, lingering look before running back up to him. She walks a step or two ahead of him, her back to the opening door. Chocolate eyes stare at him, as if trying to pierce into his mind. She hopes he’s wrong, that they haven’t broken her brother and made him into something… something he’s not.     ‘ LOOK, I hope to God you’re wrong about this, okay? ‘

  His gaze was now met with that of the female once more, a small sigh passing through his rough lips as he heard her speak out, there was only one thing in which he could say as a response to her words. “You want the truth? So do I…” Jason narrowed his eyes after speaking, he had gotten the female on his side, only know that now it was only going to get harder. “You got somewhere we could…y’know…somewhere private…?” The male spoke out to her, his eyes met with hers, making sure not to move away from her orbs for a second until she answered. If they were going to try and figure out a plan, they needed somewhere private to do it.

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A couple more replies and then bed, will be on kik though, add away; negativeexposure

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onlyslightlysmarter

      ‘ I find spanking is a bit too old         school, I prefer whipping, so be         warned Mr. Todd. Don’t over step the line and         I wont have to punish you.‘

  “Damn - I don’t know whether to be scared or turned on. Quick question, before we get into the spanking and the whipping thing. But how much did Alfred tell you about me...?”

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starrfiiire

“Wonderful!” Starfire clapped her hands. He was finally starting to cooperate with her…er, somewhat. “You will not abandon me this time when I let go of you, correct?”

  “Do I really have much of a choice?” The male joked with her, a small smile started to make its way upon his features, right up until he noticed it creeping onto his face, changing his expression to that of a serious one, once again. “Now, we need to take into consideration this may just be a drunken man’s delusion, I could smell the drink off him from a mile away…”

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onlyslightlysmarter

     ‘ I am no substitute, but I guess my job is a little like        Alfred’s only with less butler-ing and more babysitting.        He did tell me to keep an eye on this place whilst he’s gone. ‘

  “Well -- jus’ in case the offer ever does arise, I’ll take my spanking’s from your rather than the old man...”

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asiingleword

   ‘ Jimmy is DEAD. He’s no assassin, I’d appreciate it if you respected his memory. ‘

 She knew who the Winter Soldier, she’d read files on him. Maybe she shouldn’t have, seeing as she wasn’t supposed to read a quarter of them, but that doesn’t matter. She just knows this guy is accusing her blood of doing things they would never do. Bucky isn’t a killer, not to mention he’s dead. Well, at least she THINKS he’s dead, that’s what her family was told. Jimmy was dead, he would always be dead, no matter how much she wishes he wasn’t. ( Spoiler: JIMMY IS NOT VERY DEAD. )

  Jason slowly narrowed his eyes, he could easily see that he had struck a tender area on the female, but he needed her help. Would he really risk the memory this female had of her brother for some help of maybe stopping him? That wasn’t the ex-robin’s choice to make in that matter, it was hers. “You really believe he died? If you really want to believe that, you stay here – shit, order yourself a drink on me. Or if you ever once thought there was something fishy with your brother’s death – and maybe, just maybe you wanted to find out the truth for yourself? You follow me out that door, or else – well, or else you’ll just never know for sure…” Jason was never a man to stand up and give speeches, but shit – if that didn’t give Martin Luther King a run for his money, he didn’t know what would. He allowed himself to stand up from the seat, reaching into his pocket to pick out enough money to pay for his own drink he had just ingested and enough for her to buy herself a drink. Placing it down against the counter before turning his back to her and aiming for the door.

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starrfiiire

Starfire flashed a look to him before approaching the crowd as happy and kind as she possibly could. “We do not wish to harm–” She stopped herself there, looking back at Jason again and returning, “I do not wish you harm. We simply wish to understand your gathering; for what purpose do you indicate to create? If it dignifies injustice, you know what we must do.”

A few murmurs from the crowd left their lips. They weren’t doing anything wrong but claimed homelessness and linked together as a group–or so they said. One male of which spoke up about a mysterious figure that appeared in tunnels.

That was odd.

Starfire grabbed onto the new Robin before he could race off without her, IF he intended to. “We’ve gotten this much from them. You know what we must do now, correct?”

  Jason’s eyes narrowed as he listened to the words of the homeless man – something about a mysterious figure that appears? With a small sigh passing through his lips, his mind began to try and narrow down who it may be the man could be talking about, but the main consumption that the Boy Wonder had, was that it was a drunk who believed he had seen something in the tunnel. At that moment with a small nod the younger male was about to shoot off like a speeding bullet – well that was until he felt the hand of the female reaching out to him and stopping him before he had a chance to do anything. But when she questioned him, he knew it was his time to step up. “We scan the area, try and see anything irregular around the entrance to the tunnels, then we go exploring…” The male spoke aloud, looking towards her as he spoke the words his mentor would say.

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asiingleword

   He’s got her attention alright. And it certainly isn’t in a GOOD way. What the hell did this guy want? She can feel her heart speed up a beat, the unsteady motions that fear brings. He’d been seeking her out, for how it sounded, that was not good, nor was his mention of Bucky. She tries to maintains a cool look, but nothing can stop her face from dropping.

   ‘ My brother is NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. ‘

  A smirk grew upon the lips of the Gothamite. Pulling the glass away from his features, before setting it down back on the coaster in which it was previous sitting upon. "No -- your brother is exactly my business..." The male stated out before explaining himself. "See Bucky is attracting some -- how do I put this? Unwanted attention by...well, being the Winter Soldier." His eyes narrowed as he looked the female up and down once more. He was here to help, too many innocents were being brought into this war being the superpowered, and it all seemed to rotate around Bucky Barnes. "I need your help... Before your 'brother' puts anyone else in harms way..." His final sentence showing that he was here to help.

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onlyslightlysmarter

    ‘ I’ll take that as a compliment, thank you very much. ‘

  “So - what are ya'? Like, some substitute while Alfred is away?"

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asiingleword

  ‘ Thought you said you were ‘ almost sober ‘, pal. ‘

  “I’m sober enought to know that us bumpin' into each other wasn't by pure chance..." Jason rose his head from the alcoholic beverage, allowing his brown orbs the pleasure of scanning her up and down. "Your brother..." He whispered under his breathe before raising the glass up towards his rought lips - letting the intoxicating liquid run down his throat. He knew he had her attention now...

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starrfiiire

Just when she was about to say more, Jason had already thrown himself into the fray. Normally, it would have been Raven who’d faceplalm, but this time around Starfire was the one doing the action.

Flying near the group, she tried to talk–even get a word in. But the people who gathered bickered and whined about the sudden intrusion, even going as far as pushing Jason.

Starfire knew that wouldn’t bode well.

“Um, please. If you do not mind. We are just here to ask a few questions.”

  As soon as Jason had landed in front of one of the males, the next thing he could feel was the force of one pushing him out of the way, that wasn't a move most would do. His eyes narrowed under the small eyemask which covered his face. "You only get one of those..." Jason whispered under his breathe, he was more powered by rage and fending for himself, he grew up on the streets, he wasn't anything like Dick. He stood beside the female as she tried to reason which the youths, Robin got himself into a stance where he was ready for anything to come his way.

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asiingleword

  ‘ Ain’t HONESTY better than PRETTY LIES, anyway? ‘

  “-- honestly? I think I’m far too gone for y’ar philosophical bull...”

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starrfiiire

After leaving the area, Starfire simply stopped and finally let go of his arm. “I apologize for touching without the asking first but we aren’t making good time.” Starfire pointed in another direction. “Apparently, there are some unusual sightings of a gathering of people. It could be that they are no more than just the “hormonal” teenagers. But Nightwing wishes for it to be combed out, just in case.”

  It didn't take long for the pair to reach their destination - stopping for a second as he listened to the instructions of the mission. He wasn't completly disobedient.“I’d stand out of the way, this is a job for Robin, the Boy Wonder!" The young male shouted aloud, reaching into his pocket to pull out a smaller version of the Batman's grapple gun. Aiming his method of transport just above the group of youth, he then began to reel himself in, soaring through the air in their direction.

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asiingleword

      ‘ You look like HELL. I’m not buyin’ it. ‘

  “-- shit, well, remind me not ta’ come crawlin’ ta’ you for compliments.”