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Let's have an adventure

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!

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Nico had been on the way home from Trixie, choosing to walk for once, when he felt a familiar aura. He knew it well, having been around Jason so much the past few months. And though he knew about some of Jason's darker habits, he wasn't prepared to come across a scene of violence. It was a little shocking, watching from the shadows as the man in the red hood ( one he'd seen Jason wear before ) beat up a stranger. Death was all around and Nico could feel the tell-tale ringing in his ears that came to him when someone died. But what was Jason doing? Did it have something to do with the recent string of murders that had been happening around the quarantine?

Stepping out of the shadows to make himself visible, Nico kept his hands in his pockets as he stepped in front of Jason and his bike. As usual, his sword was hanging from his hip, but he didn't draw it. He wanted answers first.

"So this is what you've been doing on late nights," he said, eyeing the unconscious man nearby. "Want to tell me what's been going on?"

Keith hadn't been at the library and no longer lived in the communal building, but that didn't mean their paths didn't cross. He'd heard about the second body (word travels in the Guard sometimes), and, when he spotted Jason and his identifiable color scheme, he couldn't help but nod in greeting. He did cast an eye to that umbrella, almost smirking a little from under his own hooded jacket.

"Afraid of getting sick again?"

Jay might notice there was no Lion companion following Keith around today.

I don't like to think we've been avoiding each other, but we both know that would be a lie.

[ Loki appears as a bartender seemingly out of thin air, leaning forward as he pours himself a shot, but no one else seems to see him. He casts no shadow either; a lifelike illusion.

His attention remains on the drink that he knocks back. ]

I knew that if you weren't coming to Trixie, you'd disappear somewhere trashier. Harder to find, yet not.

Hello, Jason.

The man would likely die if help didn't come, but shockingly, Jason sent a text anonymously as he exited the alleyway. He made a promise not to kill anymore, and by god he was trying to stick to it. Even when it was hard. Over the last month Jason hadn't been out much not after he got sick. His time since recovering had been spent between working and chasing clues to who the murderer was.

Maybe it was his mood, or the blood on his hands but when Nico stepped out in front of his bike, for once Jason's hackles didn't raise. If his eyes could be seen the hollow dead look would be plain as day. He was working and Red Hood was a deadlier type than the man he pretends to be around others.

"How about no." the doubled electronic voice spoke, the machinery cutting his accent and emotion from the tone. "This is my business. My case." He added, it was just that, another case.

Even through the electronic buzz that distorted Jason's voice, Nico knew who it was. How could he not when he'd fought alongside Jason just a few weeks back while the vigilante was wearing the same mask? If it had not been Jason's aura Nico had felt, that alone would've been a give away. Still, he knew something big was up when he could feel the ebbing life of the unconscious man. Jason was a dangerous man, Nico knew this, but he wasn't afraid to challenge him.

"Your business? Death is mine, if I might remind you. If you think I haven't noticed the bodies lately, you're wrong," Nico replied, frowning. "We're friends. Let me help. You know I have abilities that no one else here has."

Even if it was a bad idea to remove his mask so close to the body, he reached up pressing the release and pulling the helmet off. The hollow eyes locking on Nico. "Yes, MY business! When my informant was the first fucking body found burned, and the second was one of his friends it my fucking business. So before you get it in your head, no, I'm not the murderer, I will be the one to put them in the fucking ground." He spoke, a bit of anger fueling his tone. He felt passionate about injustice and the murders were just that unfortunate souls who had no one to care they died.

He took a breath. "The cops are on their way, we need to go."

Jason nodded in return to Keith's nod. That guy had style, how could he not approve? Though he was a touch disappointed to not see the mechanical lion with him. Keith was cool but Red was cool all of her own.

"I'm not afraid of anything. I'm just taking a little caution."

"I know you're not the murderer, Jason. That much was obvious. I'd sense the extra death on your hands. I just want to help," Nico retorted. He knew how Jason felt, had often felt the same about things in his own world, even if he turned a blind eye. And Jason, of all people, knew that Nico didn't believe in mercy, not when the Underworld had none. Just justice.

Heaving a sigh as he heard the sirens in the distance, he gave a nod. "We're going to continue this conversation. Where should I meet you?"

[ Hearing the voice, Jason instinctively froze up. Not out of fear but just concern. He would have noticed Loki entering, at least he likes to think so. But when he looked up seeing Loki, and a lack of reaction from the bar tended his first thought was magic. ]

It would be both a lie, and an inaccuracy at the same time. I've been busy. Trashier has it's purposes, it's nothing personal.

[ He was used to talking to people no one else could so, so he didn't care if people looked his way. He just held his glass and looked to Loki.]

That said, hello Loki.

The look Jason gave almost said he wanted to argue that. Maybe it was Damian being around but he knew at heart he was a murderer even if he killed to make the world a better place, were the scales of justice really in his hands? "...I don't want to get you involved. You shouldn't have to be concerned with these things if you finally have a break from them."

He pulled the helmet back on and slipped on the bike. "Fuck it, just get on. You can come with me."

Climbing onto the back of the bike, Nico wrapped his arms around Jason's middle to hold on. It was simply a cautious hold for safety's sake, but it still felt awkward for Nico. He was never the type to initiate contact much.

"I'm already involved, in case you haven't noticed. And I can handle it, Jason. You know what I'm capable of," he said over the sound of the motorbike's engine.

Jason knew the streets well enough to speed them away, at a high speed they were lucky that it wasn't that rainy tonight. He knew Nico wasn't the type for touch, hell he usually wasn't either but Nico was one of his chosen so Nico was an exception.

"Point! But, you can't blame me for trying!" He called back. He didn't take them to terribly far, just far enough for them to reach a diner. He parked the bike and shut it off. Pulling the helmet off for now as he ran a hand through his freshly cut hair. "Come on, lets go inside and talk."

Climbing off the bike as well, Nico followed Jason inside. Once they were seated, Nico was quick to order a burger and fries ( his usual ). As they waited for the food, he looked up at Jason with a calculating look in his colorless eyes. They were as dark as the night, but held no judgement against Jason. The vigilante might not handle things the way Nico would, but Nico understood it. He's had to be vicious too, walk the darkside in order to accomplish something greater and good.

"So. Something like... Three bodies now, is it? Or did I miss one? And you said they were your informants?" he asked, settling his elbows on the table as he cupped his chin with both hands.

Jason ordered the same, with a milkshake and water. Running a hand through his hair he lifted his head to be sure no one was paying mind to them and luckily no one cared the two pretty men sat together. So he needed looking to Nico, his blue eyes hollow but mostly because he's running himself haggard again.

"Two last I knew, but I've been ill. So, that was a hindrance in my investigation.The first body had a message on it." He pulled his phone out flipping through folders until he found the images of his friends body and held it over. "Don't leave that folder, but that's Puzzle, I don't know his real name but he was an informant for me. So, yes I said informants. I've been tracking the drug market here through about four guys, they don't realize what their doing of course. i'm very good at what I do. Puzzle however, had just started a new job last we spoke, and two weeks later we found him like this."

[ Hand on a hip and another on the bar, he meets Jason's eyes steadily. ]

I wasn't angry as much as disappointed, you know. I believed you'd have faith in my better side, and then it sounded as if you knew me not at all; like I was a passer-by on the street.

"There was some other death too, one posted on the network, or was that one of your guys?" Nico inquired, frowning as their food was delivered. He waited until the waitress left before continuing. The news about a drug ring of some sort in Quarantine surprised him, but then he wasn't too great at keeping up with what actually went down in the city. He made a subtle note to himself to keep an eye on people at Trixie for any signs of that kind of thing.

Picking up a fry from his plate, he studied it for a moment before frowning again and handing back the phone. "If you want, I can raise his spirit and find out what happened to him. Since he was murdered, his spirit is probably restless and willing to talk."

Are we really going to do this right here?

[ He asked steeling his gaze, though looking to the mirror behind Loki as well, wondering if their was a reflection to the magic.]

Fine, alright. [ He lifted the hand holding his drink and pointed at Loki.] I don't even know why your mad. Its not like I asked something end all or accused you of something terrible. I asked a question, and maybe it was out of line, Loki, but shit I wanted to have open communication with you. Not to grill you about who or what your doing.

[ He took a drink, trying to not let any emotion show, but his eyes always gave him away. It hurt to know Loki thought that, but he hadn't done well in the conversation at all. ]

[ A reflection is there, the magic simply evades the eyes of onlookers. Loki's passive expression sinks into a frown. ]

You assumed I had sex with a virgin for the Hel of it, then declared you had every right to think the worst of me. Of me, your friend. You seriously don't understand why I was mad about that?

"That was one of them. He wasn't an informant but he was someone I saw a lot at the bar I hang out at. Call me selfish but I feel like it's a message, though I've pissed off some people I doubt its bad enough to start offing people." Jason had spent awhile back home as a drug lord, so he knew how the business worked, and he knew how to make it work for him. He just hadn't decided yet if he was taking it down or just watching for now.

"That's an idea. I mean it feels like some Constantine level bullshit, but, hell I'm more willing to trust the supernatural than B was." He spoke as he took a bite of the burger, eating while he thought about it. It was a good idea.

Taking a bite of his own burger, Nico spoke as he chewed. "It's what I do, after all. And I find the best way to get information isn't to beat the shit out of someone. It's to ask the dead. Even if they don't want to give it up, I can make them and no one gets hurt."

He swallowed his bite and eyed Jason. "Styx, we can even do it tonight, if you want. I'd just have to order a few more burgers and some cokes to go."

Nico's gaze dropped to his plate as he spoke. A twinge of hurt went through him because the last time he rose the dead for information with someone, it had been Loki. But that had been a worthless adventure, even if the information had ended up providing him with a job. It hadn't been what he'd wanted, but then, raising the dead is probably not the best way to take someone out on a date.

[ The magic was cool, but he couldn't focus on it like he normally might have, not with the conversation at hand. He sat the drink down and ran the hand through his hair. ]

When you put it that way, I do sound like a bastard. Look, let me explain my point of view here. Leave N out of it for now. [ He didn't want to drop Nico's name and give anyone who might overhear an name.] You do what and who you want, and I do the same. That is how I assumed this worked. I just hadn't been with anyone but you, so I wanted to know if you had only because I like to know where my current partners go. I got mad, and I lashed out, I didn't really mean to be a dick.

[ At least Jason admits his dickishness, it had been a deep wound to suffer especially because it came from him. Loki sighs. ]

It didn't occur to you to come to me before you worked yourself up, and ask then?

No, it didn't, and that is what I will apologize for. I am sorry I assumed before I asked.

[ He made sure to have eye contact as he said it.]

His phone laying sideways made something click for Jason. The burger put down as he grabbed his phone, and pulled a pen from his jacket, starting to write the letters from the message down. ou om fo dy rm un He had pretty nice penmenship.

"Look, I learned it from Batman and its always worked. Criminals understand fear, its a damn good motivator." He spoke a touch defensively, though it dropped when he heard Nico offer to do it that night, "That's a price I'm willing to pay. Eat up little god." He spoke finally cracking a grin, but it faded just as fast looking at Nico's look. "What's wrong, Niks?

... Then we're okay. [ His voice softens. ] That's all I wanted to hear.

[ The astral body straightens, colours draining into the same translucent green to look more like a hologram. ]

Stop avoiding Trixie.

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