Log: Gonna make a comeback this time.

[hititwithacrowbar]

who: Jason Todd
what: Just a batboy out being his hot mess self.
when:the 6th-20th.
where: Around the Quarantine.
warnings: Violence, and language will update with more.


A: Communal housing & Garage
The last thing Jason had expected upon getting home from work and showering was the sound of the front door. After a quick conversation with another member of the Parameter Guard and a familiar set of keys shoved in his hands, Jason ran down to the elevator without bothering with a shirt or shoes. When he saw the red and chrome machine he couldn't help but smile. He had been saving since he arrived to try and buy a motorcycle even close to this one. And it had it's own little reserved spot. Like it belonged here as much as him. He smiled, almost cheeky, the way he had so often as a boy before pocketing the keys and making his way back inside and up to finish getting dressed.

Jason found his way back down to the motorcycle once he was done with his normal afternoon busy work. Slipping on he just sat there and let the engine idle a bit. He had missed his bike. He sat there awhile before slipping off to look over each part to make sure everything was as It should be.

An hour or so later, he tore out into the night speeding.


B: Trixie
A few nights after the fight at the sleazy bar, Jason made his way to Trixie, after all, it was the best place to go when he missed his replacement, not that he would ever in any life admit that. Plus Loki was still there, and he hadn't gone to see the guy in awhile. Friendship, or whatever it was, was a two-way street. He gave a nod to the bouncer on his way in, if it was Nico a moment was spared to talk to his creepy friend.

After making his way inside he didn't go to the VIP but to the bar proper to sit and do his usual taking in of people around him. A book opened on the counter as he quietly read. He would go hunt Loki down soon but a chapter or two at the bar while he nursed a beer wasn't a big deal it would kill time.

C: Floor Six
It was pushing three am when the window near Jay's room slid back open. He always vanished around ten or eleven, stepping in he yanked the bag over his shoulder and he looked around at his roommates, if they were asleep or not. His jacket was zipped up as he made his way right to the bathroom. He made quick work of disarming the taser in his body armor and pulling it off in chunks. Each part he hides hidden in his bag as he made his way back out. The bag shoved in the trunk as he shed his pants and grabbed the red cloak up wrapping it around himself as he headed into the kitchen in just the boxers and cape. Making himself a bowl of cereal and moving to sit down at the TV.

D: Random Club
It was a Saturday night, and while he should be out patrolling, or god knows what else. He opted instead to shake off his loneliness by going to one of the clubs. He had even dressed the part, and styled his hair pretty neat, which wouldn't last if he actually danced with anyone. He hadn't told his roommates where he went, he never does after all. Once he got in, he went to the bar and had a couple drinks to start the night off. As the night went on, he eventually made his way to the floor.

He was feeling better as the night went on. Dancing with different people, and just generally pretending to be someone else. Jason Todd had a night off, so, he was trying to be like any other twenty three year old on a Saturday night. He wasn't looking for anyone to take home, just for a few minutes of unattached fun to the thumping club music.

Comments

Closed to John Wick

[hititwithacrowbar]

It was later in the evening Jason had found another bar to haunt for awhile. He had working on a few drinks, listening to conversations around him without seeming interested. Bars were always the best place to collect information. No one expected someone like him to be in a sleazy bar after all.

In truth, Jason liked places like this, places his brothers would never go. Places where no one knew his name. Just another nameless face at the bar. It was perfect for him. That was until he made a comment to one of the drunks that bumped into him. Jason figured that was that until he paid his tab and went to head out.

Out in the night air Jason headed for the lot to grab his motorcycle, when about four guys walked out after him. The guy and his buddies. Jason had just pulled his cigarettes out about to light one before he noticed the shadows of the men move across the lot. The lighter slipped back in his pocket but the unlit cigarette remained between his lips as he listened to the steps but didn’t move yet. Waiting to see just what they had planned. Automatically deeming the men cowards for ganging up and sneaking up behind him, but he was to well trained to let anyone sneak on him.

The sound of cheap shoes on the asphalt got louder as one ran for him, Jason spun on his boots and his fist connected with the first attacker's face sending him flying back, as he straightened his posture and shook the first he had just punched with. The cigarette still between his lips a second before he reached up and pulled it free slipping it behind his ear. "Well, come on boys, lets dance!" He teased as they advanced faster and moved to meet them.

[adiuvio]

John doesn’t know Jason. He didn’t choose this bar, windowless, in the basement of a rundown building, with unsavoury food, and even less savoury people, to know them. No one does. You choose it to disappear amidst the clouds of smoke, or in the bottom of the bottle, or the front of a stranger’s jeans, in a dirty bathroom, or a back alley, without names or shame. A bar like this one isn’t for the faint, or pure, of heart. People come here looking to forget, to fuck, or to fight. The men Jason bumps into, already drunk and angry long before he’d crossed their paths, are looking for the latter.

John doesn’t have to know Jason to know the odds are against him. John has killed two men in a bar with a pencil, among other writing implements and utensils, but that's him. Living proof that the odds don't mean jack shit if you're of a constitution that defies them.

Jason leaves the bar. The men follow Jason. John follows the men. He'd come to the bar too, after all. Maybe he was just as guilty of looking for violence as these thugs, the difference being that he has standards. His blood's gotten too rich for pointless skirmishes. He's been recently cursed with a taste for purpose.

He stands off to the side in the dark parking lot, just one more shadow among shadows, and watches. He doesn't know Jason, but upon his first strike, first taunt, first light of madness and joy in his eyes, John knows who he's betting on, and it's against the odds.

[hititwithacrowbar]

Jason choose these haunts for the anonymity, another dark haired man nursing piss poor beer in a rundown excuse of a bar. He doubted they even had the proper licences or a health score, but the information that could be gained, the trouble that could be found. The rush of the forbidden that no one would blink an eye at. These were things that attracted him away from the glittering offer of free booze at two of the nicer bars. These were the closest places he'd ever find to the hell of Gotham the kinds of places where the man behind the mask could find his next mark.

While he had not taken a life in this new world, he didn't ever take that off the menu. Scum sometimes needed put down. Jason could have pulled the knife under his belt, or anything near by but no, that would mean he saw them as a threat. Four drunken thugs weren't enough to even really bother him.

Jason moves with skill, and enough fluid motion to show he hadn't drank all that much at all. Fists connecting with jaws, faces and anywhere that came in his range. One of the men managed to land a punch, and before he even had time to think instinct took over, the blood from his lip spit in the man's face and Jason's forehead slamming hard into the other's sending him back stumbling and right down on his ass. The ciggarette from behind Jason's ear, falling down beside the other, but there was no time to worry about that. Jay's head was ringing now but four had dropped to two, and one of those two was starting to look a little less brave without his bigger buddies around. Jason didn't wait though, fire was in his veins, and he's been cooped up to much, he wanted the pain and the flash of fists. He wanted a challenge. Charging forward again he swung hard as the uncertain one turned to run, but his buddy swug thinking he could do what the other's hadn't and the sound of punches connecting could be heard before a retching noise. Jason's fist in the other's stomach as he tumbled down next, vomit spewing free near his shoes.

Both men stood still a second before, and one remained. His eyes watched the runner. His mind had been so focused on the fight he forgot Bruce's rule, always pay mind to your surroundings. Somehow he missed the shadow in the shadows.

Closed to Al and Ed

[hititwithacrowbar]

The magazine letter card was a mystery and a gift to Al for his birthday. He figured the Elric's were smart enough to break his code, he made it extra simple just in case. So when they found the address it was an arcade. One he had hunted down for Damian and Jon, but had yet to actually go to Dick about it. He knew he should have, but with everything Dick had on his shoulders he figured having him bring the boys here would be more stress than it was worth. He needed to just call the boys himself, but instead he opted to bring Al here for his birthday. For the laser tag and other games.

Jason leaned against the wall outside. The tickets had already been purchased, so it was just a matter of waiting to see if they arrived.

[alkahestic]

When Ed and Al arrive, Al looked around eagerly. He was excited to see what this part of his mystery gift might be and even who had sent it. He knew it had to be someone who'd been at the party, which meant it had to be a friend, so he wasn't worried about who it might be or if it was dangerous. He knew his friends cared about his safety like he cared about theirs.

He was dressed fairly normally with black slacks and a grey sweater that went well with the new boots he'd been given. Glancing at Ed behind him, he flashed his brother a smile and rubbed the back of his head.

"Who do you think it is?" He asked his brother, once more glancing around the area for the person responsible.

[alchemyfreak]

Ed and Jay had discussed using their “date” for something like this, although he wasn’t too clear on the specifics. He knew that a surprise had been set up, and he would have figured this mystery lure was part of it. He offered a shrug at Al’s question, glancing around himself as if in search of the gift giver. “Couldn’t tell you.” That wasn’t exactly a lie, considering he could have easily meant that he wasn’t at liberty to tell his brother, rather than that he had no idea either. He’d leave it up to Jay to reveal himself.

[threatenwithcuteness]

Lola's been... in a mood, she's been a little less fun, a little less playful all around. And she's been out in bars a lot more. Like tonight, in this bar. Letting one of the regulars talk her up. Now to Lola he was easy on the eyes, a little old for her, but charming and enough of a distraction. And he kept buying her drinks. Normally Lola watched how much she drank, but tonight she really wanted to just get her mind off everything.

What the regulars know is that this is how this one guy works, he finds a girl, gives her drinks, and takes her home. Then brags about it until he manages this stunt again. Usually he makes sure they're girls not... liked, or appreciated by anyone in the bar. This is why he needed a tooth replaced when he tried this on another regular's sister. Lola's sitting on the bar laughing and chatting and obviously a little more served than she should be. And this guy is definitely looking like he's a few moments from suggesting they get out of here.

[hititwithacrowbar]

Jason had come in after Lola, playing pool with a few of the degenerates in therror back. Everyone on floor six knew was a drinker. Hell he had a bottle of whiskey hidden under the sink, and kept the fridge stocked with beer. But he came out nightly looking for trouble after all he was a vigilante out of his favorite work.

"There he goes at it again." The guy who Jay sees at a few bars and often givessels him info spoke. Jason looked up after landing his shot. Seeing the girl his hackles rises. Oh he's seen that ducking creep and he recognized Lola. "Son of a bitch." He growled and slammed the que down.

A few seconds later a hand slams down between them. Jason for once was standing his full size. Making himself look bigger the way Bruce taught him. "Back off, I know your game, if you don't your going to be eatting out of a fucking straw." His accent came out thick as Jay kept that thick arm between the two.

[threatenwithcuteness]

Whatever this guy lacked in morals he made up for with an intense desire to keep what was left of his original teeth. And his jaw intact. And generally Jason being scary is a good reason to run. So a collection of money was put on the table and the guy made his way out, over a few chairs, never letting Jason out of his sight.

Lola had gotten herself down from the bar. Sitting her her favorite flirting pose didn't do her much good to look intimidating. Of course, Lola had trouble looking intimidating standing up given she didn't really have the height for it. She wobbled, only slightly, on her landing. So she'd been overserved a little, "He was being nice to me, what'd you do that for!?"

C: Floor Six

[thegreatninja]

Ever since the fire Yuffie had more restless than usual. She didn't like sleeping in the assigned bed so she began to spend less and less time on floor six or ten or any other floor in between. It didn't feel like it was safe or home. She cared more and more of her gear with her, leaving only a few spare changes of clothes and a bathing suit next to her bed. She didn't think anyone would notice since she kept odd ass hours anyway.

Tonight she'd been sneaking in with a collection of pilfered goods in her arms. She was planning to hide them under other peoples beds until she knew what they were worth. Some of it was jewelry and watches while other bits were magical crystals and the random things she could find while she was out. Almost everything that she had collected was shiny.

She heard the shower running when she slipped through her window and took extra care to be quiet. With so many out and about on her floor she wasn't sure who it was. She didn't want to take any chances. She dropped her loot on her bed quickly, miss judging the distance as a diamond necklace clatters to the floor. She quickly covers everything else up with a blanket and then looks around to see if the noise woke anyone up or alerted whoever had moved from the bathroom to the kitchen.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

[hititwithacrowbar]

She was lucky that tonight not as many people seemed to be running around the floor. Which was why Jason felt comfortable enough to sit around in his boxers, the cloak was mostly just in case he fell asleep there or someone young walked in and threw a fit. He was standing in the kitchen with the cloak left on the chair when he heard something hit the floor.

His bat instincts were sharp, all his training came into play as he closed his eyes listening silently almost letting himself trans, doing so seemed to make his body think he planned to meditate, which he hadn't done in awhile. The glowing marks of the All-Caste lit up their pinkish lights across his chest. Marks never normally seen. He moved lifting his bowl of cereal up walking silently to the other set of beds past the kitchen. His blue eyes could see perfectly well in the dark. He could see the light outside hit that diamond necklace on the floor as he shifted and leaned in the doorway taking a bit of his cereal while his chest glowed...in his boxers like this was just completely normal. Waiting for her to explain.

[thegreatninja]

Yuffie acts before she even knows who was coming. A clock beneath her glows a dull orange color giving her added speed as she silently dashes across the room to the door. Her bed was close enough that she didn't have to move far but she moved in a blink of an eye, appearing in front of Jason with the dropped necklace gathered in the palm of her hand. She didn't know if his eyes were good enough to see her with haste but she didn't want to stop and ask, least anyone else woke up.

"Will you not eat in here?!" She hissed under her breath, her dark purple eyes glaring at him. "You'll wake someone up." She whispered again, this time even softer than her initial hushings. Yuffie didn't know what Jason was expecting but his chewing was so damn loud! It was the worst part about cereal. It was impossible to be stealthy while eating it.

The glow from his chest caught her eye; partly because it was glowing and partly because it was at eye level. "What the... is this like Materia?" She brushed her fingers along her chest, completely forgetting the stolen item that's residing in her palm.

d

[ambitionist]

[of course it's saturday night and alex is lurking around a club. he's just trying to cling to some semblance of home, okay. he approaches jason like he would anyone else just hanging out having a good time.]

Hey. Wanna dance?

[so fuckin smooth]

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ Jason hadn't expected anyone to approach him, as much as he liked to flirt he was always surprised when someone walked his way. He nodded when the man spoke. ]

Yeah, why not. You new? I've not seen you before.

[ He was good with faces at least.]

[ambitionist]

[aw yeah. dancing ensues. it's hot (on alex's end anyway idk what your moves are like jason son). i'm an amazing writer.] I am, actually. Still trying to figure out my way around here. Name's Alex.

i changed my mind, d

[bunnyhopped]

While relaxing with a video game or binge watching shows tended to be Hana's go-to activity on a free night like this, she certainly wasn't adverse to going out and having fun now and then. There were adventures to be had, after all, and as much as she loved the escapism and the rush of being immersed in a game, she loved the escapism and the rush of loud music almost just as much when her mood suited it. That night she'd been invited by a friend of hers – a DJ that she had met when she and Taako party-crashed the float he was playing for during the Carnivale parade – to come out for a show he was opening for. She accepted because he enjoyed his music enough; she was much more likely to show up for a show she knew about than to randomly decide to go clubbing for a night.

So Hana arrived sometime before she knew her friend would be up, dressed in black and much less pink than she normally was, and she too made her way to the bar to start things off. She didn't like to be completely smashed for a show when she could have just as much fun sober, but she wanted to check out what was going on, first. A familiar face at the bar was a surprise. And not anyone she would have guessed she would find partying at a club on a Saturday night, too. Then again— when she'd first met Jason in person there was music and dancing involved, too.

Slipping easily between people and into a spot next to him at the bar thanks to her petite size, she tipped her head to one side when she addressed him, "You know, I keep finding you where I least expect you."

Completely cool~!

[hititwithacrowbar]

Jason heard the voice before he turned towards it. A grin crossing his face after a second as he lifted his glass taking a drink. She always managed to look so good. Shifting on the stool completely to face her.

"Funny how that works. I was just thinking about calling you to see if you were free to." It's a lie, but a damn good one. He's so bad about calling people back. Something that had been pointed out to him more than once and yet he never tried to fix it. He knew he wasn't teh safest person to try and make a connection with. Isabel had solidified that when she dumped his ass. Now he just aims to have a bit of fun and move on without making himself a jerk about it. "You look nice." He complimented, because it was true, he's shocked people aren't following her around..

[bunnyhopped]

Her brow went up immediately at his greeting. Liar, is the thought that crosses her mind immediately, borne out of nothing but a vague impression of Jason. It was a good lie. But really, if he was the type to call back, he would have by now—because she wasn't someone to pass over. That she was convinced of, but she wasn't offended by the lack of a call either. She wasn't the type to sit around wistfully waiting for a call back: she had shit to do and she had a habit of just letting things happen. So she wasn't mad or offended – just amused that in spite of that, they kept crossing paths. She wasn't being followed around, no, but that didn't mean that people sitting along the bar or even further away weren't eyeing her. But she could say the same for Jason.

She shifted her weight from one leg to the other when he complimented her, a smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. "You look nice, too," she returned, "though not as nice as when you turned up in my bed that one time."

A

[tempredmental]

When Jason gets back, Keith was taking a turn spending some time with the Red and Black lion robots over in the mech area of the garage. They were new additions to the space, and it was obvious that they weren't just robots, but had some sort of AI to them with the way they were clearly interacting with Keith in some way... much like lions or other cats would with a human companion. The black one was a little more aloof and distant, but the red one was clearly Very Attached to Keith with the way it hovered closely to him and kept rubbing against him.

Keith looked over at Jason as he brought the bike back into the garage and over to its reserved spot. He waited until the engine was off and he was sure Jason would hear him.

"Nice bike," he called. "You get that here?"

[hititwithacrowbar]

Jason had noticed the lions when he had first come down. He hadn't approached but he was curious. Just as much as some of the other machines around. The lions however seemed different. Enough that when he parked his eyes took notice of the person playing around with them. He couldn't help but squint a bit at that.

Were they programmed like that or was it a magic thing? It could always be either.

Then the other man spoke after he shut the engine off and pulled the keys, and pocketed them. "Nah, this baby is from home." He spoke as he moved to walk towards the other and the strange robotic creatures. He saw a way to ask, and he was not about to pass that up. "She's one of a kind mostly home made." which meant a mix of parts and built with dear old dad's bank roll. "What about these?" He asked motioning, but not pointing to the lions.

A!

[krasnaya_vdova]

Ava doesn't run into Jason in the garage, but out on the streets, riding the red Harley that she'd been on when she'd been pulled through the portal, thankfully. Sleek and bright and most importantly -- fast. It reminds her of home, a little, reminds her of Natasha. Without anyone she quite feels like talking to when the night feels a little too empty, riding her bike is an easy escape. She doesn't have a helmet on, so her red hair whips in the breeze like a banner, probably recognizable as the girl from the rooftop on that alone, if he remembers.

She pulls up even with him at a stoplight, and she smiles at him, sly and with a slow blink of her eyelashes. "You know how to handle that thing?" She's teasing, not mean, but baiting him a little. Race me. Let's play.

[hititwithacrowbar]

Jason's eyes caught the beautiful red Harley. his own bike was red but was a mix of parts, no one maker over another. A bike made from dear old dad's bat bankroll. Like Ava, Jay lacked a helmet, but mostly because he liked the rush of riding without unless he was working. The red hair caught his eyes, and yes, like an image from a memory he sees it and thinks of the girl from the roof.

He didn't answer in words, just flashed a devilish grin and leaned forword taking the bait and speeding after her. If she wanted a race, a race it was.

Closed to Damian Wayne (and/or Dick or Jon if their home.)

[hititwithacrowbar]

A few hours after talking to Damian through the device. Jason had paid for the rundown old car. He knew it was a long shot and it needed a hell of a lot of work put into it to make it a beast. It wasn't the prettiest car ever, but it drove and despite some rust the engine was mostly good. Most of the damage was cosmetic. He didn't really care if the car became anything it was just the best way he could of to try and bond with the youngest Robin.

And unlike dear old dad, he didn't care if Damian drove. Hell, he drove younger than Damian was now, and knowing Talia, that kid's been able to drive for ages. So a project was in order. The kind of stuff Willis was never smart enough to think of, that Bruce never had the time for. After all, wasn't that what they all needed? Some time and someone to listen?

The red rust bucket was backed up into the driveway, before he shut the engine off and pulled the key out. Stepping out he closed the door which creaked as he did so. Moving to go knock on the door like the loud old engine hadn't already announced his arrival.

b.

[ikols]

[ A nosy godling leans over Jason's shoulder, his scent between apples and cinnamon in a simple white shirt and blue jeans like any other club-goer. ]

Watcha reading?

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ Jay hadn't expected Loki to appear while he was reading but he also shouldn't have been shocked. Jay had his brown leather jacket over a black shirt and jeans. His usual look. He lifted his head just a bit to grin.]

Three musketeers, though this isn't the version Ive read before. Books here always seem a little off. Nice to see you Loki. Looking good as always. [ Not that he could really see Loki from the angle, unless there is a mirror behind the bar like a lot of bars have.]