"Death is easy, living is hard"

Jason Peter Todd Indie Rp Blog Most influence from Under the Red Hood movie. M!A: None currently accepting NSFW - Mun & Muse are 21 + Tag: Twistedtoddofgotham FC: Ian Somerhalder

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Good night tiny Robins.

[brattywitch-blog]

i hate this muse with a passion that burns with the heat of 1000 suns because he can be really naïve and nice and he loves adventure but sometimes he’s just a fucking brat and thats not really canon in the comics, the brat part comes from the cartoons but the first time i saw klarion was in the cartoons so i’M USED TO HIM BEING A BRAT, YA FEEL?? trying to go half-way is annoying as fuck but i feel like it adds depth??? ugh i need muse therapy

[twistedtoddofgotham-blog]

// I use to roleplay as the YJ version of Klarion. But I also tried to throw some of his attitude in from the other cartoons for that depth factor. Trust me; I know how much of a brat he can be. Whiny and self-centered but he can and probably will grow on you more and more after a while. I actually miss my Klarion blogs on here. (I had two different ones because they were YJ Rpg blogs.)

I never really got into his comic form though sadly. So it's nice to see how someone else would portray him for a change.  

[riskingthefallx]

"You were waiting on me? Do you want me that badly? How fuckin' cute. The little shit misses his big brother. Finally giving into those hidden feelings of yours; asshole?" Smirks faintly from behind his helmet as he appeared from the shadows. A single hand raised to remove the red helmet. Though his eyes were still covered in a red mask that could easily be removed in a matter of seconds.

"Don’t flatter yourself, Todd." The younger male stood up from the computer in the Batcave, the frown on his face only deepening when he grabbed the folder on the table next to him. It was full of information Damian knew his brother needed. "I instructed you to be here much earlier, because now everything in this folder is compromised.” The last thing Damian was about to do was give in to what he usually called, Jason’s immaturity. 

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Jason’s words shouldn’t have stung as much as they did. Alfred had passed away almost a decade ago, and neither Bruce nor Damian could fathom the idea of replacing him. The mansion wasn’t kept nearly as clean anymore— Batcave included. Damian looked up at his brother with his brows furrowed. “Not this particular one. This drug deal was organized for weeks… and it had gone down hours ago. The drug trade, and it’s regulation are your part of this job— start doing it.”

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"So shit got out, big fuckin’ deal. We’ll just have to catch them again." Moving to snatch the file Jason paused for a moment once he touched it before leaning in. Peering into his brothers eyes he grinned and chuckled. "Or do you think it’s too hard for us to do? Huh; bat boy?" Pulling back Jason grabbed the file finally and started to shake it. He wasn’t really happy that the drug trade was done and over with but he’d make sure that he caught the members involved in it somehow. 

Walking away he opened the file and looked over it all. His grin turning into nothing more then pursed lips with a look of irritation now on his face. Throwing the file down the papers flew out of it as he started to head for the hidden door to the batcave that lead into the living room. “I’ll be upstairs.” With that he disappeared through the passage and back into the mansion leaving Damian alone with his work. 

[riskingthefallx]

"You were waiting on me? Do you want me that badly? How fuckin' cute. The little shit misses his big brother. Finally giving into those hidden feelings of yours; asshole?" Smirks faintly from behind his helmet as he appeared from the shadows. A single hand raised to remove the red helmet. Though his eyes were still covered in a red mask that could easily be removed in a matter of seconds.

"Don’t flatter yourself, Todd." The younger male stood up from the computer in the Batcave, the frown on his face only deepening when he grabbed the folder on the table next to him. It was full of information Damian knew his brother needed. "I instructed you to be here much earlier, because now everything in this folder is compromised.” The last thing Damian was about to do was give in to what he usually called, Jason’s immaturity. 

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"You'll live. Do you know how fuckin' hard it is to get here now days? I had to clean up some shit on the way here. You're welcome." Rolling his eyes Jason walked over and took the file. He had been asking for it. That much was true. But he didn't honestly expect his brother to have it ready when he said he would. "Compromises can be fixed." Jason wasn't worried about that. Nothing ever really worried him; or if it did he never showed it.

[twistedtoddofgotham-blog]

//That moment when you find a Klarion rp blog...and then you start missing the days that you use to roleplay as Young Justice Klarion for an rpg on tumblr.....

-Hangs head- I miss my Klary baby...

[rpmememaker]

Send my muse one of the following! (slightly smutty)

"Ohhh, but you’re so cute when you’re flustered!"

"Somebody’s especially sensitive…"

"Looks like I’ll never lose another ticklefight again!"

"Looks like you’re a bit… tied up."

"Is it really that stuck, or are you just making an excuse to wave your ass in the air?"

"Act like that, and I’ll have to spank you."

"You do look sweet in that dress."

"I’m not a skateboard, but I’d grind you all night long."

"Not yet, not until you beg really good for it."

[twistedtoddofgotham-blog]

//Going to shower. Be right back. 

[secondreplacedrobin--archive-de]

twistedtoddofgotham replied to your post:Sadist for 24 hours

Oh god….that is too tempting….but shit…xD

((do ittt~))

[twistedtoddofgotham-blog]

// You just want to dominate Jason! I knew it~ 

[secondreplacedrobin--archive-de]

//hush quiet, yes that is true~

[twistedtoddofgotham-blog]

// Lol! We could work it into one of the other two rps we already have going if you want. 

[secondreplacedrobin--archive-de]

// Yes, we could. Maybe the welcome thread one?

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//It would probably fit with how badly Jason seems to be annoying Tim. 

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As soon as he had laid in the bed for a few minutes, he suddenly itched to continue his case. It really needed to be done but he did sort of promise to sleep, so he just turned and almost instantly fell asleep when it usually took longer for him.

When he woke later, he slowly sat up, groggily. He needed his coffee right now. It took a moment for him to remember Jason was still there but he wasn’t sure if he had left already or not. Tim rubbed his eyes when the door opened. “What?” He mumbled tiredly.

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The very moment he heard the kids voice Jason knew he hadn't slept for long. Three hours wasn't enough. Not for either of them. But he was use to it. Tim shouldn't have been. It annoyed the elder of the two so he walked over and sat on the edge of the kids bed. "Checking on your ass." 

Gazing down at him Jason rolled his eyes and held out the water bottle. He knew Tim was probably wanting coffee. But he wouldn't give it to him. Nor would he let the kid leave the room either unless it was for the bathroom. 

"I told you to sleep. You really think I was joking? Just because I can't sleep doesn't mean you get to stay up and continue your work. Gotham has gone through several villians before. It can hold out for one night. Besides; if you aren't fully recharged then what good is it if you make a mistake and possibly cost someone their life now?" Usually Jason didn't rationalize like this. Normally he wouldn't care. But for some reason he did and in a way he was trying to express that he did infact give a damn for Tim's health. Not getting enough sleep, deprivation, it could drive a person crazy. Jason was already considered the 'crazy' one of the family. No one else needed to slip into that mind state in their family. 

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twistedtoddofgotham replied to your post:Sadist for 24 hours

Oh god….that is too tempting….but shit…xD

((do ittt~))

[twistedtoddofgotham-blog]

// You just want to dominate Jason! I knew it~ 

[secondreplacedrobin--archive-de]

//hush quiet, yes that is true~

[twistedtoddofgotham-blog]

// Lol! We could work it into one of the other two rps we already have going if you want. 

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twistedtoddofgotham replied to your post:Sadist for 24 hours

Oh god….that is too tempting….but shit…xD

((do ittt~))

[twistedtoddofgotham-blog]

// You just want to dominate Jason! I knew it~ 

[twistedtoddofgotham-blog]

From gore to heat

[secondreplacedrobin--archive-de]

Tim raised an eyebrow behind his mask at how silent the other became. It was surprising to say the least, but he guessed it was because the tone he was using because he usually didn’t use it but it didn’t seem to him like Jason knew that he was technically in danger.

He raised an eyebrow at the laugh and the faint words he heard. “I heard that and I don’t usually do the fucking.” He pointed out dryly because he might as well mess with Jason like this. “Look, I’m not trying to order you around, I’m just doing what I think is best and unfortunately, you don’t seem to get the hang of that part.” Red Robin clenched his teeth angrily. “I don’t think you can walk at the very least.”

He let out a sigh when finally Jason gave in before letting out a surprised sound that sounded like a yelp when he was yanked forward. Tim tensed and glared at Jason, hoping he would sense it through the mask. “Doubt me?” He said in a cold tone before he got out of the grip and stood up. “This won’t take long at all.” He said as he walked over to the fallen members to clean them up.

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At that remark Jason actually felt his cheeks shift in hues; a soft red had boiled to the surface under his skin. He wasn't one to blush. But he hadn't thought Tim would hear that either. Snorting he rolled his eyes and mumbled. "You'd be lucky to even get me in that manner anyways, brat." Being in that position with Tim, he'd never really considered it. At least not with him under the brat. But the thought of it now wasn't really that bad. "Tch!" Jerking his head to the side he tried to clear his head of everything including the pain. "Yeah yeah. Save my ass, protect yourself. Whatever. I get it. You forget I just hate following orders."

That part was true. Jason was more or less an alpha male. While he could be considered a seke alpha; it was rare for him to give control to anyone else in any situation. But there were times when he would. Right now he had to though not just because he wanted to. Sighing a bit he pulled himself up slowly and grunted. "I'm not doubting you. It's called feeling responsible." By that he had only meant that in a way he felt half responsible for pulling Tim into this shit. Even if he had been already tracking the gang members on his own and then happened to stumble onto Jason later into the chase. 

Ignoring Tim now as he moved over to the gang members Jason had tried with his stubborn will once more to get to his feet. Using the wall as support he was able to get off of his knees at-least. But standing; it hurt. Yet with his pride he bit back on the pain and muffled the grimacing grunts wanting to leave his chapped lips until his boots were firmly planted as blood trickled down and clashed with the cement flooring of the warehouse. "Good. How the hell did you get here. Bike or what?"

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Tim stopped walking and he slowly turned to give a batglare sent at Jason for his words. “I know that unfortunately so I warn you, get blood in my apartment and you will regret it.” He growled, he was not exactly above maiming someone especially not when tired and in need of sleep while having their zombie brother on the couch.

Tim simply snarled, the tiredness getting to him finally as he slammed the door to his bedroom. He didn’t care anymore if Jason decided to leave and sleep on the street. He offered him the couch so it’s his choice. He let out a yawn as he stripped down to boxers and crawled into bed to try and sleep.

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Had it not been so tired he probably would've tried to challenge Tim on that by getting his own blood on the floor. Yet he didn't much see the point in it. For the moment he just turned on his side and laid there with his eyes shut. Mind proving to race as it always did when he tried to sleep he couldn't help but to snort a bit before sitting up to throw off his jacket and turtle neck. 

"I'd regret nothing..." Of course now he was speaking to himself. But doing that was better then sitting in pure silence for the time being. Up until the moment that he laid down again and finally started to pass out. Falling into dreams that were anything but good. If nothing else they were in fact nightmares; terrors he was seeming to relive. This was the reason Jason barely slept. His past always came back in his sleep but it was always three times as bad. Especially when it involved the night he did die the first time. But instead of waking up screaming, his eyes simply flicked open after three hours of hell before he got up and walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. 

Returning to the sofa he grabbed for the remote and flicked the tv on to watch the news. Having the volume down low as he kicked his legs up on the coffee table while drinking his water before he started to think and snorted. "Wonder what the fuck Grayson is doing this late. Stupid idiot is probably sleeping like a baby..." Looking to Tim's room he got up and walked to the door before opening it to make sure the kid was asleep instead of sitting up in bed continuing on his stupid cases. 

[twistedtoddofgotham-blog]

From gore to heat

[secondreplacedrobin--archive-de]

"Your remarks are not appreciated." He grumbled and rubbed his temples. Watching Jason slowly as he moved and did his stuff. From here he could definitely see that Jason’s chest would need fixing, seeing it when Jason had ripped apart his shirt.

He once again looked over Jason to see if there was any more injuries that he happened to miss. He hoped not, he would need to get Jason to the nearest safe house. Let’s just hope no more gang members are on the way.

"Yes, they happen to be and a nasty one at that." Tim answered him, trying not to grimace. He was out of it definitely, more members could be lurking around the corner but he couldn’t be sure. He was more worried about Jason’s safety at the moment.

Tim blinked in a moment of confusion before catching the other’s words before he glared at him. “Who said anything about me coming with you?” He asked through gritted teeth. “I’ll clean them up but you’re gonna stay right here and then I’m going to take you to a safe house, got it?” He said slowly, in a threatening tone to show that he was being serious. Jason was the hurt one after all.

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A threatening tone? That wasn't something that Jason was use to hearing from Tim. For a moment it really took the older of the two back as he tried to think of something to say in return. Hesitation with remarks wasn't a usual thing for Jay. If anything he always had something to say and yet now he just laid there and starred up at Tim before closing his eyes. 

Allowing his head to turn to the side he let out a laugh. But during the laugh he had to clutch the right side of his chest before letting out a faint 'fuck me' from the pain. "You're trying to order me around now? You aren't Grayson and you aren't Bruce. But even they can hardly handle me...." Continuing to chuckle for a moment longer he finally fell silent. Jason knew that for once maybe it would be better to not act so reckless. But he really didn't want to put his life into someone else's hands. Nor did he want to feel like a burden to the younger bird. 

"Fine." Eventually he decided to give in. But reaching up with his left hand he gripped his brothers costume collar and pulled him down so their faces were mere inches apart. "Show me what you can do then, huh? You wanna play hero, then play hero. But don't fuck up." Releasing him now Jason turned his head to glance at the gang members once more. There were maybe eight of them. Most gangs didn't send that many men out at once. Three to four was the usual amount. Unless this was two small groups that joined together within the one gang. 

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Being pushed onto the couch Jason peered up at Tim before he pulled the younger bird down with him. He could tell that the youth was trying hard not to yawn. That just made it even more apparent how tired the kid really was. It was cute to see how much he was trying to fight the urge to sleep yet also annoying. “Several. More then maybe Batman ever had.” That was actually a fact. All of the crime lords were always in competition with one another. Not even Batman’s rivals could compare. Because Red Hood went outside of Gotham. He was almost national. 

Ignoring the question of how he knew of the case Tim was working on he laid his head back on the sofa. Ocean blue optics trying to close he grunted softly and pushed his little brother up as if telling him to hurry up before the elder of the two passed out. 

[secondreplacedrobin--archive-de]

Tim barely had any time to react when he was dragged down on the couch with Jason. He merely blinked and glanced at Jason before slowly sitting up, not noticing that he actually yawned this time. “Great. If any of them barge into my apartment in search for you I will make your life a living hell.” And he meant it, he was too tired for this bullshit anyway.

"Thanks for ignoring me." He snarled when Jason didn’t answer his question, rubbing his temples he stood up. "Fine, I’ll go to sleep, not that I need it." Lie. "Wake me up before you leave." Tim said before going towards his bedroom.

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Opening an eye he let it fall upon Tim as he was threatened. "If any of them break into here they'll be dead before you even step foot out of your bedroom. Maybe you forget. I'm not afraid to kill. I. Live. To. Kill." Giving a very faint smirk that only lasted a few moments he waited to see if Tim would respond to that. Though he probably wouldn't. 

"Of course." Shifting on the couch he kicked off his boots before laying back now. Letting his right arm rest behind his head; white bangs falling before his eyes. "I might....or I might not." He wasn't really planning to leave tonight. But if he was shoved out then he supposed he wouldn't fight for once. Though he wasn't about to drive anywhere else either so he'd probably curl up in a back ally next to his bike and crash. It wouldn't be much different from back when he had been a child. Before Bruce had taken him in, Jason use to sleep on the streets all the time. Let alone steal and give himself up in several ways just to make it through the cold nights. Sleeping on the concrete one more time wouldn't bother him any if it came to it. 

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From gore to heat

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Sounds vibrated off of his ear drums. Even in his coma Jason could hear the sounds once more. Hopefully he wasn’t too far into his injected intoxication then; or maybe he was coming out of it now? He wasn’t sure. Not until he felt the touch of something cool against his skin. It sent a jolt along his spine. Goosebumps pricked down his arms and over his chest. The drug that he had been given through his blood stream had been slowly seeping out through his pores. Sweating it out. Bruce had taught him this a long time ago. It seemed his body had remembered this tactic on its own. 

A short moment later and his eyes tensed shut; his forehead shifting into a furrowed scowl before he relaxed. Eyes coming open to small slits he grimaced. Pain ripped through his body once more causing the goose bumps to fall away as heat chased after the now gone chill. His instincts kicked in as he fisted his right hand and attempted to swing at whoever had touched him before he noticed it was Tim. The realization caused his gloved fist to stop just mere inches from the youths face. 

Facial expressions becoming twisted the vigilante scoffed in an attempt to hide the pain in his voice. It was hoarse and honestly it sounded rather broken for once. “The fuck are you doing here? Where the hell am I?!” Lowering his hand back to the ground Jason attempted to sit up. That alone seemed to take all of his remaining strength as more blood seeped from his wounds. The broken ribs in his chest shifted and grinded against each other causing his head to shoot back as he clenched his teeth and hissed. 

Jason usually was able to turn pain into pleasure in his mind. In all reality he really was fucked in the head. But this, he hadn’t been expecting the invasion. So his mind hadn’t been able to shift into his more psychotic side to make that alteration between the two spectrums of feelings. As the pain subsided slightly however he looked at Tim and then the others knocked out on the ground. “More importantly; who the fuck are they?”

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He stopped checking Jason’s pulse and his attempts to wake him when he noticed the small notions that he was indeed waking up. Tim bit the inside of his cheek, almost hard enough to make it bleed, hoping the other was okay and not severely hurt even if it looked like it.

Breathing out slowly in relief when he noticed how the expression on Jason’s face was changing until he older opened his eyes. What he didn’t expect was for Jason to try and punch him so he barely had time to move but the fist stopped a few inches from his face. Tim scowled slightly at Jason’s reaction to waking up.

Tim shook his head, hand itching to reach out and see if he were okay but he decided maybe it wasn’t such a good idea. “Easy Jay, you’ll just hurt yourself more if you move.” He muttered and rolled his eyes before pulling down his own cowl. “I was on a case that happened to lead me here to the gang I was tracking. I had no idea you were the hostage.” Tim frowned softly. “And you’re obviously in a warehouse.”

He rubbed his forehead in annoyance before pushing softly at Jason’s shoulder to make him continue staying down. “Do you even remember anything?” Tim asked cautiously, Jason should know there is a new gang in Gotham. He’s a crime lord after all. “They’re part of the new gang, ironically very few of them here.” He had an itching feeling that something wasn’t quite right. “How you holding up?”

[twistedtoddofgotham-blog]

"Yeah, cause I totally don't fucking realize that." Rolling his own eyes he reached up to grab the mask that covered his eyes. Ripping it off he peered up at the ceiling clearly now instead of from behind a mesh netting. He hated the fact that there was so much pain rushing through his body at the moment and when Tim pushed down on his shoulder it didn't help any. But instead of fighting his brothers attempts he went with it and laid down on the ground. 

Right hand moving up he gripped the material of his shirt and started to rip it open. The bloody material gave too easily. It wasn't meant to rip like this; but it had already been torn from earlier so it was easy. Feeling the cool air hitting his bare chest which was glistening in both blood and sweat he had to resist taking in a deep breath. Doing that would only hurt his ribs more. They had already shifted too much. Either Tim or Alfred would have to realign them properly and possibly cut metal screws into other bones in his upper chest to make them heal properly. 

Cutting his gaze to Tim he tried to think but it didn't really work. "Other then my orders of Gotham being under-minded. A new gang showing their face. Restocking supplies in a safe house; no. It went blank too fast. But I'm going to assume these fuckers are apart of that new gang aren't they?" Directing his gaze to the men on the floor now Jason snorted softly. 

With fingers running over his broken ribs he hissed faintly. The skin over them was visibly turning black and blue already. He just hoped Tim wouldn't freak out over it. But really they both should've been use to it. This wasn't the first time they had been brutally wounded in the field. "Clean them up and I'm going to try and get the fuck out of here....you're coming with me, got it? If you argue I'll make you regret it. Take that how you will."

[twistedtoddofgotham-blog]

"Grayson, stop posting porn on the dash you fucking perverted bird. I thought I was bad!"