Log: Change in the house of flies

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who: Jason Todd
what: Jason adjusting to the changes in his life, the loss and return of friends new and old, and other such adventures.
when: April 1st - 20th
where: The Kent House and around the Perimeter.
warnings: Will update.

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Kent House - Closed to Jon Kent

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To those outside of the Sons of the Bat, it would seem like Jason had suddenly started spending more time at home, less time out running around and night. And most importantly less bruised. It was early evening and the Easter celebration had died down. A fun morning of dry death jokes, and Jason doing his best to try and make sure the boys, Tim included, and Wally if he wanted, felt normal as a bat could pull off.

but it was evening and Jason was sitting out on the back steps already having finished the dishes and was generally bored out of his mind. He didn't want to tempt leaving or calling any of his friends so instead he sat on the steps looking at the night sky. Something felt different in the house to him, something besides the loss of his second job.

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[ There's still some trepidation about this. Damian has his back, sure, but how would the other Bat . . . people feel about dropping this knowledge? It can't be fun and Jon is never sure whether it'll keep the balance or topple it.

But Jason said they were family. And Jon trusts them. ]

Hey. You busy?

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[ Jason looked up from the step at Jon's voice and offered a tired smile. ]

Nah, beside's even if I was, I always have time for you, what's up Jon?

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[ Jon shifts on his feet, fidgeting. ]

This is gonna sound weird but . . . so, Damian and I got some canisters. New memory stuff, y'know?

Kent House - Early afternoon (open)

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Jason had made his way in from work, and dosing on the couch until he needed to get up and get the boys fed and off to school. Once they were off he returned home to drop on the couch to sleep his normal vampire hours, the covers pulled high over his head leaving his legs both uncovered and dangling off the side of the couch where he slept these days.

He woke up not to long before the boys were due home, starting up some coffee and sitting at the kitchen table to draft up plans for the renovations to the house, trying to see if he could factor in more room for both Roy and Cass if possible, even if he and Wally had agreed Roy didn't need to live there, Jason felt the option still might need to be open. On the paper he was working his math on, he had also jotted down 'Call Ed' He knew his Moon bff might have ideas to help them out. He had Wally's help and Ed's alchemy, the issues were materials and money for such a project.

Trixie- closed to Loki

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Later in the night before Jason was due to work, he headed over to Trixie on his bike. He had promised he would stop avoiding the local god after Valentines day, and he had been doing his best to keep in touch as his life became more and more complicated. But with Cass and Steph now in the world he felt it was time to go to Trixie and visit Loki. He hadn't texted him in a few days and what better way to make it up than to visit in person?

Stepping off the bike, he grabbed a small box as he made his way inside. Having taken the time to read up some more on the Norse gods he decided to be playful and bring a sweet offering to the Norse godling.

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Loki sits alone at a table out of the way, her legs folded and her chin in a hand as she watches the fireplace, removed from the dinners going on around the pun as evening sets in. She looks up when Jason's presence rattles the peace, a smile quirking curious (hesitant) lips as she waves to him.

"Over here!"

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Hearing the voice Jason looks her way, and grins making a beeline for where Loki sat. "Well, aren't you looking dazzling tonight." He complimented once he was close enough. Holding out the small box. Inside was a fancy cupcake he had bought. The offering for a god.

"Sorry I went M.I.A. again, I've been buried under responsibilities."

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A treat! Loki lights up as she takes the cupcake out, delighted by the thoughtful gift, and reaches out to wrap her arms around his neck in a hug.

"Your sacrifice of icing sugar and gluten is well-received! You've been missed."

Perimeter Guard - Open

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Clocking in for the night shift, Jason went to collect his asignment. Tonight wasn't to hard, not that he was complaining after complaining about being bored back in the winter he learned his lession there. The shift went mostly without a hitch. So, when break time came, Jason was leaning against a wall playing on his phone to kill time.

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Keith was there clocking out for the night, actually, right around the time of Jason's break. He spotted him, noticed the phone, and smirked a bit as he walked up, followed by the much bigger Black Lion this time instead of Red. He didn't usually spend a lot of time around Black, but Shiro wanted to make sure the two of them were okay working together after Keith had gotten the memory canister a few months ago.

"Hey... new game or something?"

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Jason enjoyed getting to see Keith when he could, having switched to nights just before he ended up moving in with his brothers, he had had a harder time keeping up with his friends of late. "Nah, one of the oldest." He spoke without looking up. "Playing Tetris." He spoke as he kept tapping his screen. "Isn't that Shiro's lion? Where's Red?"

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"Huh... I didn't think they even had that game here."

Keith glanced back at the Lion for a moment, and then nodded.

"Sort of. Shiro was bonded with Black first, but that memory canister I got a while back? Well, turns out Black was willing to accept me, too, when Shiro went missing," he explained. "Since Shiro wants me to be his second on Team Voltron, he wants to make sure the two of us can work together, so he suggested I start taking Black with me once in a while."

Though, technically, right now, with the canister update, Red wasn't really his, either. Keith didn't have a Lion. But that was a whole other longer story, and Red had decided to keep her bond with Keith since Lance wasn't in town.

Lola's Cantina - Closed to Cass and Lola

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Sending an address to Cassandra, it was mid afternoon when Jason made his way to Lola's new place. He had been meaning to drop by anyway. And a chance to catch up with Cass to see how she was settling in seemed like the best thing to do. He was dressed in black leather pants and a black t-shirt with his brown leather jacket over it. A pair of sunglasses pushed up in his hair as he looked over the menu waiting for both Cass and a chance to see Lola.

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You would think, owning her own place she wouldn't be bringing food out like any other waitress. But you'd be wrong, Lola's kinda hands on. She's giving a couple their meals before she turns and spots Jason. She's dressed in the standard work uniform here, dark pink shirt with black pants.

"Social call or are you actually just here for the food," Jason's habit of showing up to talk to her when she's working is not one that's gone unnoticed. She's smiling so she's mostly just being playful.

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Jason offered that devil may care grin he so often sported in his better moods and shrugged.

"Bit of both, meeting up with my kind of sister. She'll be here soon. Nice place though. I like it better than the last."

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Cass noticed Jason and Lola pretty much as soon as she came through the door. She hadn't expected this to be the place, really; she recognized Lola at once from the festival picnic, and waved a little to them both.

She was wearing a black leather jacket, a yellow shirt and black jeans tucked into her boots. Easy, simple look. She pulled off her sunglasses and tucked them into her jacket pocket as she walked over to Jason's table.

"Hi."

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Jason looked up with a light grin. He didn't look as tired as he did before. Lifting a hand to offer a slight wave.

"Hey Cass, how are you doing?" He asked, it was still a little strange but Cass was always cool in his book. Even if like Tim she didn't know him from back home. The multiversal shenanigans of it all at least amused him. "Lola, this is my adopted sister Cassandra, Cass, this is my friend Lola." He spoke as he motioned between each as he introduced not realizing they knew each other from anywhere.

Floor Six - Closed to Roy

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[ Jason was just getting off work, which meant it was four am. The best time for bats to be out in the streets. He knew he should probably just go home since he had spent the night bored, and the boys had school in a few hours but instead he opted to do something completely different.

Something that didn't really register until he was in the elevator of the housing heading up to floor six. He had moved out at Christmas to go off with Ed, and Al. Here it was less than five months later and Al was gone, Ed lost half of the memories that made them best friends. And instead he found himself wanting to see the person who first held that title.

He knew Cassandra was on the same floor, ironies kept piling up, but, he walked as quiet as any bat across the floor towards the bed he once occupied. He didn't try to wake his former partner, he simply reached down for the mattress to flip it if Roy didn't manage to stop him before hand. ]

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[Roy's never really asleep. Like most masked superheroes and vigilantes, he never quite goes the whole way and passes out - that kind of thing is reserved for after a good knock on the head when he can't help it. But he's pretty close, when Jason starts padding into the room.

He doesn't wake up when Jason leans over the bed, though he wrinkles his nose and stirs slightly because even in his sleep he can feel those blue eyes on him. But when Jason grabs the mattress and flips it, he's awake in half a second.

Not that it stops him from flipping over onto the floor with an undignified squawk and a loud thump. Almost immediately, he's scrabbling for his bow and he has an arrow half-nocked before he realizes who flipped him. Blinking blearily (and a little stupidly), he stares at his attacker for a moment.]

Jay?

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[ Jason would have been more shocked if Roy had been in a deep peaceful sleep. He might have suspected exhaustion or liquor. He had seen Roy doze off on inventions before but never fully gone. Jason had a sense of humor but he didn't always get to let it show back home a lot, between the assassins and his revenge and the jetset life. The moon was quiet for the most part so the playful side of the former Robin had resurfaced with time.

He couldn't help the devilish grin that crossed his face as he stood in the dark room looking at his former partner with his bow already pulled up. Good job, Harper, good job. Only once he heard Roy speak his name did he hold a hand out, with no care about the bow to help Roy up if he took his hand. ]

Do other guys flip you out of bed, Harper? Who else would it be?

Closed to Damian - Backdated to the deage.

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Jason found it strange to ride back with Tim and Damian to the place where they lived. Riding in the back of an old mustang had made him grin though. He always wanted a classic car but he was sure Bruce wouldn't approve with the image Bruce presents. But maybe not, if Tim had such a nice car... though Damian seemed to claim ownership as well. It had to be nice to be so close to ones brothers. he knew he should probably call Dick one of these days, but he was off on Tamaran, maybe once he got back.

A few hours passed before the boy heard a soft mewing. Moving up the stairs quietly he saw the tiny black kitten and his eyes lit up. "Oh golly. Look at you." He spoke as he kneeled and offered a hand out.

Closed to Roy, dated May 20th.

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It was late in the night, it always was when Jason wore his other face. The one he hides from those who don't know him back home. Sure, he knows Jon knows, he's been helping him learn to dodge bullets of late to, but Cass and Steph didn't know, and he hoped to keep it that way. He let himself get comfortable, to quit trying as hard since their was no point with so many people around with skills that can do a lot of what he does. So he let his mind get the better of him and set his helmet aside.

Since Tim and Damian busted him in the fighting ring he had more or less hung around the house, then started to work on moving into the manor once everything was ready. His first few nights in the manor had been weird to say the least. The house still felt like a graveyard. While he was happy to have a bed, he also felt his insomnia return, and switching back to day shifts didn't help that.

So, it was late and he was out being an idiot, as he's sure Bruce would call him in a good mood. He didn't tell anyone where he was going he just sped off into the night on his motorcycle, with all of his gear in place. It was his usual time when he sent Roy a call, coughing and ragged. Asking for something his pride usually denied him, help. He needed help. Some lucky fool found a weak spot in his body armor, a knife had slid through him like butter and a bullet got his shoulder just after. He had to jump to keep from getting killed, and a band landing sent his knee feeling like it was shattered... He was hidden in an alleyway, much like when he was a boy blending in as best he could as he held the bleeding wound on his side starting to feel dizzy. He knew with both his shoulder and knee throbbing he couldn't drive himself. So he stayed hidden against a dumpster waiting for Roy.

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Roy and sleeping have a bit of a troubled relationship, since he came to Riverview - it's an all or nothing, black and white kind of thing, where he either can't sleep or can't stop sleeping. At first, it had been too much, sleeping all the time to stave off the boredom and feeling of displacement, drowning himself in sleep instead of drinking. Then, after he'd joined up with Kylo's team, he'd had stuff to do to keep himself occupied, to keep him awake at night, planning and throwing himself (maybe a little too hard) into his new team.

So when Jason calls Roy, he's awake, or at least mostly awake, hunched over a desk with the light on, contemplating a blueprint on his latest invention, trying to figure out if it's genius 3 am inspiration or the ramblings of an insane person who needs to sleep. It's kind of a relief when he gets the call from Jason.

The relief isn't just because he has something to get him out of the house, either. Maybe, just a little bit (okay a lot, a whole lot) of it is because Jason's been here for so long, has so many other people. Especially after how they'd parted ways back home, Roy's been more than a little worried that Jason's just better off without him. Maybe worried isn't even the right word - it's more like he'd always known Jason's better off without him, and maybe this place is proving the point.

Not that it matters.

Before he's even halfway through a response, Roy is pulling on a hoodie, shoving his feet into a pair of sneakers, grabbing his bow and quivers and a first aid kit, and out the door. By the time he's sent his typo-laden response, he's halfway to Jason, and he turns the corner just a few minutes later, moving silently down the alley, green eyes searching the shadows until he sees a familiar hunched shape.

"What's a guy like you doing in an alley like this, huh?"

No judgement, no questions, just quiet concern couched in humour. Roy just walks over and crouches in front of him, pursing his lips as he gives him a look over, following the blood to what looks like the worst injury.

"Geeze, you really got into it this time, huh?"

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Jason had the same problem really, what was sleep? and was he truely good enough for his former partner. He liked to play it up like leaving Roy behind had been what was best for Roy, but everyone who gets close to Jason knows he runs when things get to serious. He never had the best role models, aside from Alfred, and even that didn't help with his buckets of issues Willis and Bruce...even Catherine had left scars in the boys heart. A high built wall to protect his heart. He didn't want people inside of his walls, and Roy had crawled over the wall a long time ago.

His baggage matched Jason's baggage. Their walls clashed. Jason ran and left Roy behind to protect himself. It wasn't so much the fear of getting Roy killed as much as the fear of having to lose Roy forever. AS long as Roy was alive that was enough.

He heard the steps coming, the an injured bird he pulled a bit into himself which, a man of his size it didn't help much but his uninjured hand moved to lift the gun just in case. Until he hears the voice. Blood was coming from both his shoulder and his side, it was worse from his shoulder though.

"Oh you know, just waiting for an idiot. You know me." He grumbled, that irritated grumble to his tone. "There was only supposed to be ten guys, not twenty five. I'm slacking, twenty five should have been easy pickings." Of course he blamed himself. The blue eyes looked a bit spacey from the blood lose. He had one leg pulled close and the bad knee laid out to try and not move it much.