Let's have an adventure

[hititwithacrowbar]

who: Jason Todd
what: Jason looking for clues to his informants death, and general day in the life stuff.
when: After New Years
where: An alleyway near one of the cheap bars, the bar, the library.
warnings: violence under one of the cut prompts, will update if more come.


A: Alleyway CW; cut for violence.
A second body had appeared in the same fashion as his old informant, and Jason was no longer sick as a dog. So, he was back in his red hood gear and running along the night streets down by the old bar he liked to hang out in. Following whispers and clues. There was a pattern and both victims had been part of the same outfit. A new group that didn't seem to be very talkative.

It was only when he got his hands on one of the guys he often saw with both dead men and had him cornered in the back of an alleyway. His gloves were already bloody from the number of times he had punched the idiot in the face. Maybe he did take a little to much after Bruce in that reguard but results were results.

"Answer the question!" He yelled through the helmet punching him again. Only, the man didn't answer, he lost consciousness as the Hood kicked the unconscious body. He was hitting walls at every turn. Moving quickly down the alleyway for his bike.

B Exploring - for Wally
It had been a couple weeks since Jason's flu had been passed and he was back on his feet and back to work. He had been shocked when he saw he was set to work with Wally West. He actively tried to avoid people he knew of from back home when he worked, but Wally turned out to be pretty cool. So it wasn't all that bad and it gave an excuse to talk to the man.

Looking over the map he walked along with him, in his guards uniform, the large guns hanging from his side, and a black knife in his belt. "Looks like we have to turn up here." He muttered, bored but he knew better than to complain after having found a body of a friend last time he complained about being bored at work. The trail they were on was heading towards the ruins.

C: The Dive bar
The evening had passed in its usual manner, quick and loud. Jason had already played about five games of pool, and a few hands of cards. He knew he needed to head home, it was already well after midnight, but he was waiting to see if anything unusual happened. He was tracking those that frequented the cheap run down bar. Looking to see if any of the regulars vanished... and tracking the underground business happening as well. Most of the patrons were already leaving as Jay sat at the bar pleasantly buzzed nursing a beer just taking in the whole feel of the place, not quiet ready to return to the communal floor.

D: The Library & Streets
Dressed in the red hoodie that Hana gave him for Christmas, and some black jeans over sneakers, Jason was standing before one of the shelves in the library looking over different books. Each was fiction, one was one he had read before, another was completely unknown to him but sounded interesting. While both were optional he still stood there awhile looking between the two.

Some time later, Jason headed out after having checked out both anyway, shoving them into his messenger bag and starting down the streets, The red and black umbrella, he had bought a few months back was lifted over his head as he walked quietly through the rain. While part of him felt silly carrying an umbrella, the rest of him didn't want to risk getting sick again so soon. So he walked his way back to the communal building.

E: Choose your own adventure!

Comments

[supersweet]

Bacon's fine.

[ Rolling his eyes at Damian, Jon glances at Tim quizzically before he answers. ]

I'm Jon. Jonathan Kent.

[sonofab]

You both just like to be contrary. [Damian rolled his eyes. It's okay, he knows its because of your seething jealousy and he revels in it, but he does blink when Drake doesn't seem to recognize Superman's son.]

Clark Kent's son. [Surely if they had a Damian in this Drake's world, they had a Jon, right? Did they even have a Superman over there? A Superboy?]

[timmers]

Clark... had a son? Like you're Bruce's? [Whoa. Now that he looked at him again, Jon does have the Kent jaw. It's a lot softer, of course, but you can sorta see it coming in if you're looking for it. It probably says something about his life that he hadn't blinked twice at another black-haired, blue-eyed boy hanging around. One of Tim's hands absently finds the coffee machine. Holy cow. Wait.]

...Do you have a big brother? Crew cut, no fashion sense? [He really hoped Clark had been a better dad in Jon's world than he'd been to Conner.] Oh. And I'm Tim Drake.

[Only polite or Jon might start calling him 'Timbers Drake'. Retrieving the machine carefully from the cupboard, Tim heads into the kitchen to set it up, nudging aside one of Jason's mixing bowls to make room on the counter. A counter full of cereal boxes. Heck.]

[supersweet]

[ Now Jon is confused, staring at Tim quizzically. Maybe he's just sleepy and that sentence wasn't making much sense at the moment. Either way, he plops himself at the table, fetching his cutlery and plate. ]

I know who you are. And I don't have an older brother. I'm an only child.

[sonofab]

[Damian frowns a bit at the question to. Older brother? He tries to place that description to anyone else they might know, but it kind of fit for a few possibilities.]

He's a Tim Drake of a different world. [He clarifies, more for himself really than Jon because he has been making the mistake of merging the two far too often.]

Is there no Superboy in your world? [Because if Superman didn't have a son then naturally there is no Superboy, right?]

[timmers]

There was. But he was... older. My age. His name was Conner. And he wasn't exactly... made the usual way. [Tim finds some ground beans in Jason's groceries and starts a pot of coffee. Just the smell of the raw stuff was kind of soothing.]

[Seeing Jason busy, he finds the bacon next and sets it on the messy counter.] Anyone see a pan under all this?

[supersweet]

[ An older Superboy? Jon isn't sure what to make of that and he ducks his head closer to his plate instead. ]

Well, I'm the only one.

[sonofab]

[Another Super but Drake's age sounded terrible.]

Yes, this one is the Superboy of my world and the pan in under the couch cushions. [He doesn't offer further explanation as he takes an orange out from Todd's groceries and starts peeling it.]

The spatula is right there though. [He points to it standing up in the dishrack before setting half the orange on Jon's plate.]

[timmers]

Maybe you'll get to meet him someday. You can trade tips, then. [Tim fetches the pan, relieved that it doesn't seem to be terribly dirty as he washes it and sets it on the stove.]

So how much bacon is everyone eating? [He's trying to keep the small talk going so nobody notices that he's not actually an expert at cooking. He just has to put the bacon in, right? Does he need oil? Maybe he should get some protective gear on.]

[supersweet]

[ It would be nice to meet another Superboy, but Jon doesn't know what to make of that yet. But he brightens at the mention of bacon. ]

Lots! Well, Damian won't have any, obviously.

[sonofab]

[Damian makes a face at the mention of bacon but doesn't comment. He knew all you carnivores would be partaking.]

He'd eat a whole pig if you let him. [He rolls his eyes and continues enjoying a nice healthy orange, thank you.]

Think you can handle that, Drake?

[timmers]

I don't have a whole pig, but he can have most of it. Can't really have much, anymore.
[Tim's reply is fairly absent-minded. Most of his concentration was on putting the bacon in the pan and starting the heat slowly. If it's not too high then nothing will burn. Right?]

Wait- since when didn't you eat meat?

[sonofab]

Since I was 11? After saving Bat-cow from that slaughterhouse? [Was the Batcave of your world lacking in the majesty of Bat-Cow?!]

[supersweet]

[ Jon glances at Tim. ]

What is your world like? Is it very different from ours?

[timmers]

Bat--cow? [Pause as he just digests this new information.] Did you guys... merge with the Kent farm?

[Annnd now the pan's hissing. Good or bad? Tim pokes at the bacon strips with a spatula.] Maybe. My parents are dead in my world. Damian is younger; he's still ten, I think. Different Teen Titans; different people. Jason was a redhead.

Clark was still Superman and Lois Lane was a star reporter. He had a dog-- Krypto? And a cousin; Supergirl. Two, if you count Powergirl.

[sonofab]

[Another face being made here.]

No. She just lives in the cave.

[THe sizzling is probably fine. So long as nothing catches on fire it should all be fine, right?]

Redheaded Todd?

[supersweet]

[ Sounds about right. Except for Jason having red hair and . . . ]

Power Girl? I only have Cousin Kara.

[hititwithacrowbar]

Just make the whole pack.

[ Jason replied as Tim asked about how much bacon. Leaning over to turn the heat down a little more while Tim and the boys spoke. Now that the cinnamon roll's were rising, Jason moved to start mixing something else. Something less appetizing. A raw egg, some worcestershire sauce, some hot sauce and salt and pepper before drinking it down. Luckily he had swallowed before hearing about Tim's backwards world. ]

...I don't think I could rock the red well...

[ But what a waste, the old outlaws could have been team Ginger.]

Kara's cool. [ He spoke in an amused tone. He liked Kara, namely since War World.

That said, he moved to sit the empty glass in the sink like he didn't just drink that gross stuff, and set to working on the pancake mix. ]

[timmers]

He dyed it black, so guess he agreed. [Of course there had been more pressing concerns than Jason's hair color choices back then.]

Kara's great. I don't really know a lot about Powergirl. Not even if she was really related, just heard about her. [He's a bit apologetic about that, but the first batch of bacon soon looks done enough to dish up. He dumped the new bacon in, causing a small eruption of flame and popped grease.]

[sonofab]

[Damian smirks at the flames, glad he wasn't the only one clueless enough about cooking to nearly burn down Kent's kitchen.]

He'd look like his friend Redneck man if he went redhead. [Mutters between bite, but he never met Supergirl for himself so he didn't have much of an opinion aside from 'Ugh, more aliens'.]

[supersweet]

[ So much for the vaunted intelligence of Robins. You'd think Batman would know how to cook or pass it along. Apparently their butler has to do it for them, possibly forever. He points to where the fire extinguisher was (which is now kept close to the kitchen for obvious reasons). ]

I don't see Cousin Kara very often, but she is cool. She talks about Krypton with me sometimes. The other stuff is weird though.

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ Jason had his back turned, before some of the bacon grease popped and the small flame erupted, turning back sitting the mixing bowl down, he reached stepped over closer to Tim, even as a bit of the grease popped on his exposed arm, he reached past Tim again and turned the heat down again again. ]

Lift the pan Tim, it's not bad it'll burn off in a second. Don't turn the burner up any higher than half heat, it'll stop the popping.

[ He explained as he ran a hand through his hair, not yet moving in case he needed to put the fire out.]

And Damian, shut up. NO one wants to hear your thoughts on Harper.

[ Someone's touchy on the subject. He looked back at Jon then. ]

What other stuff?

[timmers]

[Tim complies hastily, lifting the pan as the brief surge of flame died out. Relieved, he puts the bacon in before putting the pan back on the stove, this time.] Can someone open a window? [The smoke wasn't too bad, but it couldn't be great for anyone's health.]

You mean Jason's dye job?

[sonofab]

They don't want to, but they should. [Damian says when Todd snips at him about his former partner. He finishes his orange and starts to steal some of the slices he left on Jon's plate, because...well if you aren't going to eat his kind offering Kent.]

Think he means an older Superboy. This one is too young to even be a Teen Titans.

[Damian shrugs but gets up to open the kitchen window before Drake killed them all from smoke inhalation.]

[supersweet]

Hey!

[ Jon's protest is automatic and not directed at Damian stealing his food, though he does swat at him lightly. ]

The Teen Titans said they liked me!

[ At Jasons's question he pokes at his food, fidgeting. ]

I guess I'm kind of used to being the only one. I mean, my dad knows other Supers but we don't usually hang out and stuff. I think there's a Superman in China right now.