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

[ikols]

[ Aw, Jay. ]

I wouldn't mind watching you shower him in some.

[ ... so to sPEAKKKKK. ]

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ That got a off put look. Just for a second.]

Wait, are we still talking about Nightwing, or yours? Ones a hard no, ones a why not.

[ikols]

[ #worthatry ]

A joke, forget it. Shower me in whatever you please.

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ keep dreaming, Trickster.]

Yeah, let's forget that.

[ Jason looks down at him and grins.]

See, but your the one whose down, your the one that should be telling me how to make you feel better. Let me pretend to be a good friend.

[ikols]

I already feel better, can't you tell? You're a good friend too, Jason.

[ Otherwise he wouldn't be getting cuddled by Loki at all, not during such an intimate conversation. ]

Sleep over with me? I ... I've been finding it difficult to sleep alone.

[hititwithacrowbar]

Just a little, but hey I gotta try. Don't go telling people that you'll ruin my bad reputation.

[ Jason looked to him a moment pondering it before nodding. Being cuddled in the cold was nice, having someone to sleep beside would be nice.]

Sure, I have no objections, but, if I start making noise wake me up or move away.

[ He hated admitting he had bad dreams, but being sober he had to admit there was a chance he might wake up swinging.]

[ikols]

I will. [ Jason's book from the bar appears in Loki's hand out of thin air, offered back. Knowing that he has a bedmate for the night cheers the godling immensely. ] You don't want to forget this. Need anything to wear or from your place?

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ Reaching forward he took the book. A appreciative nod given to him.]

Nope, I sleep in boxers or nothing at all. Somehow I dont see you objecting to that.

[ He admitted, one arm staying around Loki.]

[ikols]

I could be a prude, you don't know.

[ Sticking out his tongue, he wraps his arms around Jason's waist. ]

Close your eyes so you don't get too disorientated, I'll take us to the Sanctum.

[hititwithacrowbar]

Bullshit.

[ He made a playful face before closing his eyes. He'd listen becuase he'd rather not get dizzy.]

Sanctum sounds pretty fancy for your bed. <=

[ikols]

It's the Sanctum Sanctorum, the mystical home of the Sorcerer Supreme. I room there.

[ Teleporting them with a flash sets them down in the middle of Loki's bedroom.

It's small, compact in size with shelves littering most of the walls heaving with trinkets stolen from the Quarantine and Abandoned City, an arcane collection for any magpie. A soft green flame emits warmth and light under a shelf holding a snake's tank, keeping Freyja the serpent cosy when she hisses a welcome, and Loki's bed is a kingsize mess of duvets and fur blankets, knitted throws depicting Norse scenes, all next to a bedside table with the banal amenities of an alarm clock and packet of candy.

Books litter the place, piled up in a vaguely chaotic system. Loki suspects Jason won't mind the dingy museum-slash-library he's going to be sleeping over in tonight. ]

Home sweet home. You wanna borrow my toothbrush?

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ Jason waited to speak again until they flashed into the room. A smart-ass comment lost to just looking around. On one hand he felt the urge to start straightening up, but he pushed it down in favor of just looking around. ]

Whats, or whose a Sorcerer Supreme, cause it sounds like a magical taco.

[ He asked moving towards the books, sorry Loki.]

[ikols]

I think it may be one of those too, especially around Halloween.

[ Have fun reading books in unknown alien languages translated, in the margins, into Asgardian runes. Loki strips at the bedside, changing into his slacks and a tshirt off a pillow. ]

This is the home of Stephen Strange. A sort of mystical janitor for Earth.

[hititwithacrowbar]

A magical taco? It would definitely get someone into one of those cheap bars.

[ Aww, magical buzzkill. He couldn't read it. All the languages he knows and neither of those are in his skill set. He just sets the book he picked up back down. Kneeling down to remove his boots and set them aside.]

What language are those in, Loki?

[ Listening he looked up and blinked.]

Sounds like John Constantine, I hope hes better than John for your world's sake. [ Pushing himself up he tugged his jacket off.]

[ikols]

I don't know, I'm trying to read them and then I'll find out who wrote them.

[ Sliding under the blanket of unicorn fur that Dick had so liked, he watches Jason divest his clothes. ]

Is this Constantine fella a hack?

[hititwithacrowbar]

You've got to be smart as hell to be able to read those.

[ Jason couldn't help but find that attractive.

Once he got free from his clothes, just in a pair of black boxers tonight, he moved over to the edge to the bed. ]

He's one of the most powerful magic users in the world, but he's also a fucking conman who would sell his mothers kidneys for a drink.

[ikols]

Well ... you're not wrong.

[ And Loki has Allspeak to help him, the translation is just so it's easier to share the books at any later date. A relaxing project.

He turns the covers over, patting the bed at his side and trying not to stare too much at Jason's mostly-naked body, averting his eyes so it isn't obvious he's still very much attracted. ]

Doesn't he sound like a dish. Hop in.

[hititwithacrowbar]

I'll remember that next time I find something I need help with.

[ Truth was he was stubborn so who knew if he would of if he'd just beat his head into a wall until he figured out a way around asking for help.

When the bed was patted dropped his jacket by the bed, everything he'd need in a hurry was inside phone, knife, taser, one never knew. He moved down into the bed and under the covers pulling them only about halfway up his chest before shifting on his side to look at Loki.]

I've never met him in person, I've just heard stories. I'd be happy to never met him. All the magic I know either comes from Ducra or Talia.

[ikols]

[ Twisting around to face him on the pillow, his brows go up and there's suddenly something in front of Loki more interesting than Jason's pecs. ]

Ducra and Talia?

[hititwithacrowbar]

Talia Al Ghul's the woman that helped me when I came back. She did a lot for me, one of those things was helping me learn how to be everything B didn't want me to be. She took me to a group of assassin's in the Himalayan mountains called the All-Caste. I was taught a lot to help me control my rage. I had... problems when I came back.

So magic and meditation, two separate women and one goal. Those blades in my boots came from Ducra when I was accepted into the ranks of the group. It's hard to explain.

[ He rambled as he watched the pretty God laying next to him.]

[ikols]

[ Slow your roll, son. ]

Came back from where?

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ He blinked at that. Other him gave up his identity but not that he's a dead man? That seemed strange.]

From the dead, six feet under? I seriously never told you? Well other me.

[ikols]

What can I say, we were too busy sucking face.

[ He squints at Jason. ]

That's why Nico sensed something odd about you, you died and ... How did you come back?

[hititwithacrowbar]

Well, I guess that makes sense. It's usually the other way around. I make a lot of jokes about me being a dead man.

[ He blinks a bit, making a worried face.]

Nico talked to you about me? And I can't really answer that, I don't remember much of it before Talia shoved me in the pit. I have bits and flashes but nothing really solid or tangible.

[ikols]

Nico mentioned your aura was a bit odd. Or something. He thinks you don't like him much.

[ Poking Jason in the chest, ] What pit?