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Log: You and me... we're in this together now.

who: Jason Todd
what: TD prompt and settling into his new life.
when: Early February
where: The Kent House
warnings: The nightmare thread has illusions of drowning, verbal abuse, victim blaming and claustrophobia...and being buried alive, kind of. More will come clearly.

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A faint dripping seems to come from every side, opening his eyes Jason sees nothing but darkness. The dripping growing closer, a faint blue light starts to filter in from the side. what in the world... was the first thought to cross his mind before a drop of water hits his forehead, moving his arm he realizes he's in a suit and that his elbow just hit wood.

No, no not again... no

The dripping seems to start falling all around him the blue light filtering in from what looks like crudely put together planks shines the water to a almost absinthe green... a green he knows all to well. Anxiety starts to bubble within him as he starts to thrash violently to no avail.

"Why didn't he listen, Master Bruce?" A voice speaks from above, dripping with disappointment... Alfred.
"He was trouble from the start. No big loss, we will find a replacement." ... a sharp pain digs in at the sound of Bruce's voice. "I never should have brought in that kind of trash."

"Fuck you B! Fuck you!" He screams from inside of the box but they don't seem not notice. The sound of laughter comes from all around he can barely see the legs around like a make shift funeral. 'No good' 'worthless' 'tch' 'couldn't follow orders' and worse yet 'He deserved it' all in voices of those he knew and loved... some of the voices were even those from the new world he had come to accept as his new home.

The more those around him spoke, ignoring his screams the more water dripped into the box, a more steady flow of the green liquid until he had to lift his head to keep from drowning. Finally one last voice speaks

'Red Him... no good, he go away, Red Her.' Finally the water covers his head and he's trapped in the box.

"Tt, your an idiot."
"Nah, that's you."

The voices spoke as the wind gusted up around them. Jason was standing on the edge of a building watching the city below. Only, he's not himself. He was much younger, dressed in red and green, it looks like a t-shirt and green panties with a brilliant yellow cape. Near him bickering is another boy in the same color-scheme but with pants and green combat boots...and a hood. A third boy sits by them playing on a laptop, he looks closer to the first boy but with with much more red and pants. Each with a brilliant R painted on their chest.

"Boys...." The sound of an iritated adult with a bat in his throat spoke up as a tall man in all black looking like a giant bat walks from the shadows with someone else, another man lithe but well built in blue and black. He doesn't have a cape. He walks over to the boys ruffling each of their hair with a smile brighter than the sun. "Hey, I missed you all. It's been to long."

All three boys shut up and smile at the one in blue. Even the grouchy one with the hood.

"Alright, Robins, Two-Face is at it again so we all work together." The man in black glares at the one in the panties. "Understood?"

"Got it, B. Jeeze."

The one in blue snickers a bit, as the one with the laptop tries to hide his own giggling.

They move all jumping off the same roof as they shoot off lines. The one with the hood smirks.

The images transition then, as the boy lands he's no longer a boy but a man in black combat boots and tight blue jeans.

"STOP!" The same voice of the one in blue calls out, as he flips him off and takes off running along the rooftops laughing like a madman.

Jason made his way in the house, dropping his keys near the door balancing a few bags in his hands as he walked on inside. He had only been off work a few hours and had managed to get some grocery shopping and bills handled. So moving to the kitchen he laid down the bags and plugged in his phone to charge. His leather jacket tossed on the table as he started to put things away. It was weird jumping between his apartment to the house, but it was nice to have something worth while to do. Helping out the boys helped give him a little focus his life had been missing without the outlaws or jobs from Bruce or other sources to keep him constantly running.

Once everything was put away, he sat down at the table, picking at a pack of rolls while he looked over the mail, leaving a folder on the table for Tim and Damian, and a book for Jon, a hard back with a yellowing bear on the cover. The end of their little case, thanks to Keith. Puzzle's name had been found, as well as the second victim's name their families had been notified, and the perp had vanished before they solved it, but at least it was over and done with.

Jason was on his lunch, which gave him about an hour, since it wasn't to late in his mind he drove on over to the diner, he wasn't even sure Lola worked tonight. However since their last street race he had been meaning to stop in and ask how her bike was running, and she was always a good person to chat with when he wanted to kill time.

Making his way in, he pulled his hood down and yawned a bit. Moving over to take a seat at the counter.

Jason had been coming and going as much as he usually does, and making an effort to be around more for Jon's sake. Balancing his social life, and his new found responsibilities meant cutting something out, and what that had been was his nights at the bars. Which had instead been traded for his second job, which he honestly did late at night before his graveyard shift at the Guard started.

He had just gotten the dish washer running and was signing some papers for the bills and an school stuff, as he instructed Damian, and Jon to leave anything they needed signed on the table for him. Much like Bruce and Alfred when handling things that needed Bruce's signature. Jason didn't read any of it honestly.

It was around 10:30 when he settled onto the couch, grabbing his controller, with a glass of something amber, that sure wasn't juice. It was sitting to the side for now, in favor of holding a bag of frozen carrots against one side of his face.

Jason made his way into the theate. His new hair cut, combined with his natural curls came together in a nice way, to be honest he felt like he was faking with the effort he put in to look nice as he made his way in. The only sign of his true nature, was the motoroil stuck under his nails, and the heavy calluses on his hands.

When he made his way in, he caught one of the people walking around asking where to find Lord Phantomhive. It was odd to say, when he usually called Ciel that when other people were around... and mostly just to amuse himself because of his love of novels. Ciel to him felt like one of his brothers, but one he liked better. So, he worried about making a bad impression. After all, when he was in Bruce's care in his youth he always felt like Rich people could smell the poverty on him. The things he used to hear whispered at the Wayne parties were half the reason he was glad they never fixed his status as legally dead.

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Dream a Dream- Nightmare CW; see warnings above.

Dream a Dream- Strange Happiness

Kent House - Closed to Jon, and Batfam (Possibly Wally)

Lola's Diner- Late Night.

Evening talk with Damian - Set for Febuary 8th