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Open Log: Sixteen big boy, Full pint in my manhood

who: Jason Todd
what: Jason think's he's 15, and his own personal 16th birthday party...
when: August 12th - 19th
where: All around.
warnings: Nothing yet, will update

A: Floor Six
Waking up was pretty odd, nor Alfred shuffling him out of bed to get ready for school. Even odder was the fact he was asleep on a chair, in strange clothes with a bowie knife sitting next to him.
What the hell? Pushing himself up he felt the aches and pains he was not used to.

"Shit, no wonder they say not to do that. " He grumbled as he walked around the room... was he in another boys home? What the fuck Bruce? Maybe he got mad that he had run away but shouldn't he remember being moved? Seeing what looked like a bathroom he walked in. It was seeing the face that greeted him that shocked him.

He looked so much like his dad, his hair was a little longer than he likes...and he had stubble peppering his jaw. "Holy...." his words cut off in his throat as he started feeling his face. "Oh man this is awesome!" He practically shrieked. And people said puberty sucked. Logically he knew it didn't really work that way, but it was easier to accept that he had just woke up a foot and some change taller, with a deeper voice and a damn nice body. Which he was now seeing as he tugged his shirt up over his stomach.

Jason was known for hogging the hot water and the shower, but this morning he was just marveling in the mirror.

A long while later once he was back by the bed he had been told was his he looked over the books. That seemed right but the clothes in the drawers looked big enough for this body. Which confused him but he shifted through each item looking until he found. Opting for a pair of loose jeans, a belt and a black t-shirt and red hoodie, the bowie knife he had woken up with carefully slipped between his belt and pants, just in case. After grabbing the wallet on the bed side table and slipped it in his jeans. If it was his bed clearly that must be his… even if it wasn't he was taking it.

B: Wandering Around
After a few hours of wandering around, Jason could be found at the mall. Sipping from a slushie as he walked around, it was weird having this kind of freedom again. Sure he had run away days ago, but once he returned to the manor he knew that it was back to staying around Bruce and Alfred if he wasn't at school. He thought about calling Dick, but he didn't have the sheet of paper, he had already tried to call Alfred and Bruce and neither worked, so clearly he wouldn't be able to reach Dick either… but he was excited. He had a trip planned for when he returned home. To go find his mother. Things were looking bright from here on out for Jason Todd.

He was nervous thinking about how he would hunt down the three women in his father's address book but he would worry about that once he found a way home. Surely this was something that would work itself out. So instead he decided to be a normal teenager and walk around the mall window shopping. He didn't have Bruce's gold card on him, but apparently he had money. He had looked at the ID inside the wallet and saw his name and an age that didn't make sense, having turned the card around so he didn’t have to see it he figured better to just pretend. After all he couldn't be like the guy he talked to when he first woke.

After awhile of wandering around he sat on a bench and just quietly watched people. Making up stories about each of them for his own amusement. He was bored but it was better than going back to where he had woke up just yet.

C: The Rooftops after dark
It hadn't taken him long to realize there was no way he could have his magic of being Robin, not properly. He didn't have his costume and he's certain he wouldn't be able to fit it even if he did. So instead he improvised. The jeans from earlier and some stuff from the trunk by his bed which had a red domino mask in it, and a red cloak. He found a green shirt to not be to far from himself as he put the mask, the spirit glue and the cloak into a bag he found and headed out through the window when he figured no one would notice. Moving down a few floors before he finally jumped. The landing was a little rougher than he was used to but that was okay.

He slipped into an alleyway putting on the mask and the cloak. The bag hidden away as he moved to scale another building. It was night and what else did he have to do until someone brought him home? There could be crime to fight! He moved quickly across rooftops, eventually getting bored and sitting with his legs danging over the edge as he watched the life of the city below him, and the stars above.

Maybe it wasn't so bad here.

D: August 16th - Floor Six
Jason had been in then kitchen for awhile. The smell of something sweet was floating through the air. He had chocolate cake batter on his cheek and was cleaning up the mess he had made making the cake that was cooling on the counter. Eventually the cake was finished and iced with green icing. He didn't bother putting happy birthday on it, since it was his own cake and his own birthday. A plate was pulled down as he cut a piece bigger than Alfred would ever approve, and piled on ice cream. Grabbing a soda out of the fridge he walked over sitting the plate down on the floor as he turned on the TV and loaded up the game system he had been using for days to kill time. Since he wasn't in school and wasn't really sure what he was supposed to do beyond that he spent part of the night patrolling. Wearing the clothes he had found in the trunk… besides the red bat symbol. After he shocked himself the first time he just wore a green shirt and jeans with the red domino mask and red cloak he had found. Still, he had to much time on his hands.

So he was playing a lot of video games.

Looking down at his cake while he wanted for the game to load he didn't realize his eyes were getting misty. In that moment he really missed Alfred and Bruce. He had been here for days, and he worried he might never get home. By now he knew Dick was here, and two others who were connected to Bruce. He had a lot of feelings that he wasn't sure how to process. He was missing pages, a lot of pages. He reached up furiously scrubbing at his face as the game's cinematic started. There was no time to be sad, Alfred wouldn't approve of him crying like this. He'd spent most of his life alone, and he had Dick here…. He wasn't alone despite how he felt.

Feeling another wave coming on he grabbed the plate and started to eat, trying to distract the overbearing feelings instead of him with the sugar.

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Ed returned to Floor Six to find Jason still playing video games, the same he had been since the day he woke up without his memories. He remembered being in the room when Jay awake from his nap and moved to the bathroom in such a state of obvious confusion Edward had been reluctant to interrupt him from his own position reading a book. He'd opted instead to go back to reading and ask him about it when he surfaced from his shower, only Jay was showering for so long that by the time he came out the Elric had found something else to do.

Now though, it had been days since that first moment when Jay had gone to shower as if he'd never seen their communal home before. Days were enough to grab the guy and figure out exactly what was going on - and what was going on was that Jason didn't remember anything about this place or being here.

He frowned, tugging off the arm band that served as his Guard uniform and crouched down where the kid was playing, ignoring any signs that he might have been crying as he shoveled cake into his mouth. "Do you just play the same one all day? I don't know much about video games." As in, he wouldn't know the difference between Mortal Kombat and Fallout.

Drew spotted his favourite bar-fly walking along the main street of the Quarantine, the werewolf carrying a coffee in one hand as he made his way to the bar to start work. He figured that Jason would be heading in that direction and jogged after him, figuring they could at least walk together.

When he's finally level with Jason he playfully smacks the other guy on the ass, the same way you would with a member of your sports team but knowing Drew it had some pretty sexual connotations. He was grinning as he ducked his head forward, putting himself clearly in Jay's line of sight. "Well hey handsome, y'comin' to the bar? Lookin' forward to another day of gettin' to watch your favourite werewolf wipe down tables?"

Edited 2017-08-12 23:21 (UTC)

[Yuffie is dressed in her usual gear though her face is covered leaving two gleaming purple orbs to peek out of the darkness of her hood. Her outfit is black and dark purple accompanied by straps of leather and the gleam of metal that dots her hips and legs.

She's been forgetting basic tasks lately, except for this. She remembers that she's a thief, a princess and a ninja. She knows how to sneak and she isn't looking to forget it too.

She spots Jason leaving the sixth floor window from her perch. Yuffie isn't a stalker in the traditional sense of the word but she can tell it's Jay from the cut of his shoulders and the way he moves. She spends a lot of time watching people and her roommates are around a lot of the time. A few seconds pass and Yuffie follows him. It doesn't take long to jump to the building that he'd taken a seat on.]

You know. [She speaks as she walks forward, not even trying to be quiet.] These rooftops are super crowded. I thought I was the only one to do this but there was this guy in black spandex and now you. Hey, why you go with green and not red? I don't mind the color change except that red is a pretty sexy color.

Edward was the only reason Jason was still going to work, granted, he was at a loss of what to do, but he was there and trying to be helpful in his own way. Even as a boy he was a crack shot, so if something needed shot he'd be more hesitant but he'd get it done. Monsters were easier than humans at least.

Though his full mouth he muttered. "No." it was grumbled as he heard Alfred's voice in his mind 'Master Jason, manners!' He forced himself to swallow it all down after a second and took a drink of milk. The napkin by him used not only to clean his mouth but the tears before he motioned to the screen. "This is a fighting game," He spoke as he shifted and crawled over to the entertainment system grabbing the second controller and plugging it in. "Sit, down Mr. Elric." He turned and held out the controller. "Let the Todd school you in the fine art of video games!"

His eyes, were puffy from crying but there was something there in the deep blue orbs that usually was not. Hope. Despite being lonely, he was hopeful in this place. Something his death had robbed him of. "Pick a character from this screen and then..." He quickly explained the controls, as he pointed to each button.

Sitting back he grabbed his plate and took another bite while he waited to see if Ed would play.

Jason's jaw dropped the second he felt the hand slap his ass, his eyes widening with horror. He wasn't frightened, more aghast, how dare this man! He didn't let people touch him, much less like that. He was a minor even if the ID in his wallet said otherwise, it was clearly wrong. He didn't have time to process his thoughts before he pulled his non-slushie holding hand up and swung out backhanded as if to slap the other.

"What the fuck is wrong with you! You don't touch people like that you sick bastard!" Where was Bruce? Or Dick? What the hell...

As a kid from the Alley he wasn't bothered it was a guy, or that he was asking about a bar, just that he touched HIM.

[ Jason did have a very noticeable set of shoulder...and thighs. He moved differently though, almost as if he was more stiff. As a teenager he had been hella flexable able to do massive jumps and flips with the ease of an acrobat, as a man he could do most of it still but not as easily there was a great difference between a small boy and a large man. But still he jumped and moved with the ease of one who did these things often. Easier to follow than he would be with his memories. His All Caste training had taught him ways around his growth.

When the woman spoke up he smiled back at her. His eyes hidden behind the red domino mask. He hadn't shaved yet, he couldn't bring himself to shave off the stubble. As a teenager all he wanted was for it to grow in, to feel like a real man instead of a boy screaming he was a man. The scruff on his face was like the visual of the fact he had grown... somehow. ]

I always wear green and red... and yellow. I don't have my costume here, so I had to make due.

[ He smiled, and kicked his feet out, looking like he was buzzing with energy.] Oh, black Spandex? Is there blue on it? If there is that's just my .... [ It felt weird to call Dick his brother, but what else was Dick? ] My partner's partner... we work together sometimes. He's one of the best people.

[ He couldn't help but smile. The last couple times he saw Dick things were good. He knew Dick was someone he could always depend on. ]

Edited 2017-08-15 12:14 (UTC)

"Didn't expect to see you here."

Kate walked up to Jason with a smile. She had a blue and white bag in her hand that smelled of delicious buttery salted mall pretzel. She was dressed plainly with her dark purse slung over her shoulders. She hadn't come to the mall with a specific reason today, only that she was off work and looking to do something more than sit in her room or study.

"Are you looking for anything in particular?" She was always open to company and hadn't noticed the change in Jason. There was a lightness to him but Kate couldn't place what that was.

Jason blinked a bit at the voice, no recognition in his eyes at all. Hell, his eyes were the problem. They seemed softer, more innocent less of 'the things I have seen'. He lifted his slushie and took a sip before he shrugged. "Window shopping. I dont know if I have enough to use." Luckily his older self was paranoid as shit, so his card was hidden in one of his books. The money he was using now had been acquired in other ways.

Don't ask.

He smiled a little more still, the bigger body was awesome, pretty girls talking to him was not something he expected. But, he was honest by nature... "Um, I don't know you though, Im sorry. I'd love to though."

[Yuffie takes a seat next to Jay, eyeing the man curiously. Yeah, this is totally not him but Yuffie doesn't know what exactly Jason's forgotten. She is starting to consider herself lucky since she only forgot how to tie her shoes, and cook, and doorknobs...]

Yeah. He's cute, a little flirty, tight spandex is always okay in my book. [She's only teasing.]

What are you doing out here anyway? Not that anyone on floor 6 sleeps but I always thought you were at bars or something similar to flaunt your manly sexiness.

[Yuffie is not at all subtle.]

At the sudden outcry and more importantly, the acrid smell of disgust that filled his nose was shocking to Drew. After all, he and Jay had been comfortable enough with one another until now, it seemed strange that the dude would make such an abrupt change with regards to the way he viewed Drew.

The werewolf actually took a step back, hands out, eyes glinting a shade of view that was ever so slightly away from human. "The fuck, man?" He can't help the tone of anger in his own voice at Jason's harsh words. "Where do y'get off callin' me a sick bastard?" The implied you weren't saying that last week hangs there between them without being explicitly said.

Jesus don't tell Nightwing that. [ He belted out a laugh that was much more carefree than one he'd give when being sardonic in the communal room. ] His ego will shoot up.

[ He grinned her way.]

Patrolling, it may not be home, but I'm Robin so I have a job to do!

[ He blinked a bit at that, reaching up and running a hand through his hair. Thinking of the man from earlier in the day. ]

Do I really drink a lot? I mean, I get this isn't really me suddenly growing up. It doesn't work that way, not realistically... it's just easier to pretend I'm not the man I see in the mirror. I don't know whats happened to me or why I am like this... or what I'm supposed to be like, but everyone seems surprised when they see me. What am I like?

"I can call any motherfucker who touches a 15 year old like that sick!" He certainly didn't look that young in any stretch of the imagination. One hand was squeezing the slushie like he was thinking about throwing it at the other, while the just stared puffing his chest up some to look bigger than he was. He could tell he was missing pages in this, but his first concern was himself, and if this man was a danger to other's or if this was just something else he lost with the memories he had clearly lost.

Kate blinked. "You don't remember? We went out just a week or so ago." Her brows furrowed softly at the center of her forehead. She had no idea what to make of this. She had see Jason, they had gone rollerblading, they had met a month before that in a bar.

How could he not remember? He wasn't the type to forget something like that.

Worry bit uncomfortably at Kate's senses as she looked Jason up and down. "Are you okay?"

Ed blinked as the controller was offered to him, smirking softly. "You don't need to call me that, you know." By now he'd probably already told Jason not to call him that, but just like when Cain had been Romulus sometimes old habits were hard to break, right?

He watched the explanation dutifully, skeptical as he was about the other whole thing as he tentatively followed along. The right hand was trickier so moving a selector across the screen was one thing, but he was momentarily hesitant to actually select anything once the cursor hovered over it.

On one hand he didn't want to let Jay down, not when he was clearly mentally back to being a kid, but on the other hand - he didn't want to break the system either. "This one may be a little out of my capabilities, kid." It was weird calling someone older than him kid, but it just came out. He was certain if Jay didn't even remember living here he wouldn't remember that Ed had a metal hand either, and Ed wasn't running around the communal rooms with his arm exposed, just when he went to bed. "I can't exactly feel where the buttons are."

[Yuffie drags her fingers over her lips and then twists her wrist once she reaches the corner of her mouth.] Consider my lips sealed. [You know, until she forgets that she'd keep it a secret.] Though from what I noticed, that isn't possible. His mask wouldn't fit anymore.

[She laughs imagining Nightwing with an over sized head.]

Mmm, who's Robin? [She knows Jason as Jay or JJ when she's feeling particularly annoying.] Okay, back up. [She's missed a step in there somewhere.]

You're Jason, you know~ Tall. Broody. Handsome. Dances. Cleans. Cooks. & Does your own laundry. You're like the full package all wrapped up in one. As for drinking... I have no idea. I've been told stalking is bad but you're out a lot. Sometimes we watch movies late when I'm up too. [Which is more often than you'd think.]

Drew's eyes flash at that more violently, like twin supernatural beacons of his lycanthropy. A low growl rumbles out of his throat too and his position turns into something less relaxed, more defensive. "The fuck did y'just say 'bout me touchin' kids?" He cocks his head, nostrils flaring as he takes a deep breath. "That ain't my kinda humour, Jason. So y'might wanna take it the fuck back 'fore me an' you have a little problem." Drew had already told the other man he had a sister of a similar age to fifteen, so the idea that Drew would do anything of the sort was sickening to him.

Jason's temper had always been an issue, he was a hot head and it was a problem. When Drew growled, and the eyes flashed, the slushie all but exploded in his hand as he balled his fists in rage. "I ain't taking back shit!" He yelled back, the bowery accent kicking in high gear. "I'm fucking fifteen you asshole! You touched me!" He certainly didn't look 15, but he believed it to his core.

Drew had been prepared to be angry, to react to Jason's anger with his own... until the other man referred to himself as fifteen at which point Drew starts laughing loudly, clutching his stomach before regaining a sense of composure even as slushie went everywhere. "Dude, sick joke... funny, but sick. An' y'wasted your slushie." He cocks an eyebrow. "Y'want me to help y'clean it up?" After all, to him it was pretty damn obvious Jason wasn't fifteen, it was the kind of thing a werewolf would smell after all... and the kind of thing just about anyone could see by looking at him.

The cold, and very sticky liquid was very unwelcomed. He wanted to punch the guy but he's sure Dick would disapprove... and right now Dick was all he really had. So he looked at Drew like he was public enemy number one. "Whose joking." He spoke, his face flushed with anger as he threw the remainder of the cup, and managed to hit it into the nearest trash can by pure luck. Bat skills, yo.

And turned to start stomping off before he got himself in trouble... he promised to keep his head low.

Drew sniffs a little and he's surprised when he did, the acrid scent of anger slamming into him in a way that shocked him again. Jason wasn't that good an actor, from what he knew, to be able to fool a wolf. It meant that when the other boy went to stomp off Drew wasn't quite satisfied and reached out for the boy's wrist. "Jason, hey Jason... what's up man, I don't get it. I thought we had a little thing goin' on... why y'mad. What'd I do?" Because of course, with Drew's experience, he was quick to try find blame in himself for some of this; despite how ridiculous the situation was.

[ Jason started to chuckle at that, grinning like the chestier cat.] Oh man, that's the best image. Thank you...?

[ He didn't remember Yuffie's name. He shrugged then and kicked his legs out as he sat on the buildings edge like he used to when he was bored as a kid.] Robin, the boy wonder, sidekick of Batman. I help fight crime and save people. One day I will be the next Batman.

[ He knew he shouldn't have given up his identity, but it's not like Bruce was there...]

Broody? Oh god, I don't want to be broody, I've had some bad days but I know things will get better. That's why I do what I do. No one should live like I used to. [ He smiled a little a moment later.] I learned to cook and clean and stuff from my mom before she died, I used to help out so when my old man came home he wouldn't beat us.

[ He shrugged some since it was normal to him.] Stalking is part of the job sometimes, I'm sure I don't mind. Hey! Do I still watch the bad black and white horror movies late at night? I never could sleep right even before I took up the sidekick gig.

"Bruce, tells me a lot that I have to be polite now that I am not on the streets." Finally a name for B, but the mentally younger Jason worked on his cake not knowing at all about the metal limbs.

"It's okay, it just seems hard, it's pretty much just button mashing." He explained not realizing the issue. He reached up pushing his bangs from his eyes, streaking just a touch of frosting on his cheek as he did. He hadn't shaved since he work up an adult so it wasn't a cute look as much as sloppy in ways Jason wouldn't have allowed himself to look.

"That's okay though. We could play chess or something if you want to play, we dont have to, but these games are good for training they keep your mind sharp."

[Names weren't important. Yuffie just smiles and kicks back with him, letting her legs hang over the edge while leaning against her palms.] Why be someone who already exists. Why not be you and no one else or is it like... [She waves a hand.] A title more than a name?

[Yuffie is a princess but she doesn't usually use the title because she considers herself so much more.

The more Jason talks the more Yuffie finds herself frowning. That really sucks...] It's good to help people but you should be happy too. I... [Yuffie exhales.] I have to live for my people. It's my job as a princess. I do it my way but everything I do is for them. It's my... fate, I guess. [She rolls her shoulders in a shrug.] I don't know.

My mom died when I was a kid. I don't remember her very much. After that dad was really strict. I have lessons a lot. I'd usually sneak out of them and we'd fight and train but it's different than just hitting. I mean... I got my ass kicked a lot but I always fought back. He was just preparing me to be a warrior. [It isn't like beating except that Yuffie's dad has broken more than one of her bones.] I wish I could remember her. [Yuffie mumbles before pushing that thought away.]

Ah, yeah. We usually watch them together because I can't sleep. I take cat naps and I wake up easily.

[ He had to think of how to explain it, how does one explain his current situation and not sound insane? He shifts a little facing her proper as he smiles through the domino mask, sure, he looks like the proper Jason, but more at ease, properly happy and oddly like he could be someone's dad with that stubble grown in.]

It's a name, but also an identity. A man alone can't fight crime, but an idea can. Batman, he uses fear to make Gotham better, and I help. I'm not even the first Robin, I'm the second, but the first Robin is his own person, he wont be Batman, when B dies, that will be me. I will everything to carry on the job.

[ Everything indeed, in a few days, he'd be a dead bird.]

I am happy, I mean, I'm not happy about what happened to my mom, or that B lied to me about my dad... but, I am happy and living like I never thought I could. I cant picture myself being any other way. [ Strong but kind, it came as a package with the boy wonders. Even in his worst moods, Jason could always spare a moment to be kind.

He reached an arm over and squeezed her shoulder.]

That's rough, I understand, I saw my mom....well my step mom die. [ He looked to the sky then.] I found out a few days ago... mom wasn't my mom. I have a mother out there to find when I get home. [ He looked to her with a bittersweet smile.] You should ask your dad about her, see if he can tell you stories, before you have no chance...

[Yuffie hums softly, mulling over the differences between an idea, a name and a title. It's interesting and honestly she hasn't ever thought of it that way. It makes her wonder, what idea does she stand for?]

That's good. Being happy even when things suck. I'm 100% behind that. [It's kind of Yuffie's life motto.] I-

[She's surprised by the one armed hug and then about Jason's sentiment. In that situation... Yuffie probably wouldn't look for her real mom. She'd want to only have the mother who loved her and kept her... then her thoughts were pulled away from Jason's situation to her father. Her lips tug into a frown as she pulls her knees to her chest.]

I can't ask my father. He's... [How can she even begin to explain that rift between them?] He's a king and I'm just his unruly daughter. I'm pretty sure he'd rather have anyone else be heir to Wutai.

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