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Log: Gonna make a comeback this time.

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.

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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.

Edited 2017-09-07 14:28 (UTC)

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.

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.

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.

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!?"

Jason was the type to do it to, he already had a rep for causing trouble but not in a way that ever got the cops called. Nah, that was for when assholes left the bars. Jason's intense stare followed the man as he moved back.

Jay leaned down, hands on his hips as he glared intensely down at the pretty one. "Being nice, you call that being nice? He hasaid a reputation for getting pretty girls like you drunk and taking advantage of them. Did you want to become another statistic." He asked almost growling.

"How should I know that? I don't normally come here. I just... wanted a change," The place she usually goes for drinks she made friends with the bartender and he cut her off because he was worried. Lola's hair wasn't staying one color, it wasn't drastically different, they were all shades around her usual blue hair. Probably part of her being drunk.

"And so what? I didn't plan to go home with him, I planned to sit here the whole night getting free drinks. And if I did I'm already a statistic or however that works." Lola's a statistic in a different measure of things society likes to just sweep under the rug. Not a conversation she wanted right now, while drunk, and angry, but especially the angry bit. "I'm sure they have even fancier clinics than back in Toronto."

Lola looked around the bar, then back at the bartender. "You're not going to serve me anymore now that he's done this, are you." The bartender, someone of decided wisdom and experience, shook their head. Causing Lola to just go into the saltiest and angriest tirade in Spanish she could. It was impressive, for someone so against swearing most of the time she could when she wanted.

Jason listened to her, looking her Ober a moment before sighing. "Dude, give her the drink. I'll get her home. She's my roommates girlfriend." He lied, but no one questioned Jason. He slipped to sit down beside her. One foot still on the floor since he was stupid tall.

"Call me a hypocrite but, you don't need to drink your problems away, whatever your problems are, Lola. And if you want to, be smart about it, that's all I'm asking. Your a sweet girl, I'd rather not have to kill someone for hurting you. I will." His eyes showed how serious he was. "But i'd rather not.

If the bartender served or not he'd wave them away after a second. Before grinning a bitime. "Nice, you could give me a run for my money." he replied easily in Spanish, he learned that before the big bad Bat ever picked him up. It was useful on the streets.

Lola always looked ridiculous in a bar stool. Given that she's just that short. When the drink appeared in front of her she sipped it. She was drunk, but in spite of her size she was very good at keeping her liquor. Or was it holding? Whatever.

"I'm not trying to fix anything, just... I don't know. I was hoping it'd just feel nice, being appreciated. Even if he was just hoping for sex." Lola's head was a mess of thoughts and annoyances. The more she learned about her powers the more... she liked the idea of them, but wished she controlled them. "I wouldn't mind sex, right now. Not with him, obviously..."

She's blushing a little at the compliment on her angry tirade. She doesn't like talking like that, especially not when people understand her. But she had a lot more experience with Spanish swearing than English. (What else would happen in the kitchen if something went wrong?)

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.

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.

She did, but Jason couldn't, and wouldn't judge her. Many years ago he had been much smaller sitting on a stool like that ordering milk and flirting with a prostitute he didn't know was one... because why the fuck not? He wore little green booty shorts and a yellow cape, he wasn't allowed to judge anyone being ridiculous.

He was impressed that she wasn't slurring or falling over, but she was still young in his eyes, and he had rules even without the bright red helmet on. "How old are you?" Not that he had ANY room to judge her wishes. Still he had to ask, because, well laws. He wasn't offering, because he didn't think a man in his twenties should be anywhere near someone in their teens, which he believed her to be. "Well, you have a right to feel good and appreciated, I will give you that, but this place, this isn't a place to come looking for that. I come here and beat the shit out of people in the parking lot Lola, that's the kind of place this is." he had no shame in what he does, he's that buff for a reason. Though he's sure his employers likely wouldn't approve of one of their guards out fighting in parking lots after dark.

'I wont tell anyone anything, it's your business, Lola.' He offered in Spanish. Figuring if she knew it maybe it would help, but he was pretty sure he was seriously going to have to make sure she got home okay, because that creep could always come back.

It turns out John does know Jason after all. Now that he’s seen him in action, wild, and free, the resemblance is uncanny. It’s like looking into a mirror, give or take twenty years. John, in his bloody, reckless youth. Made up of tooth, nail, and sharp edges. Unsettled and satisfied. John hadn’t found himself at the top of the food chain by accident. More than anything, it was the hunger that did it. The same hunger he sees in Jason’s eyes right now.

“You missed one.” John steps out the shadows, watching with some amusement as the last man standing takes off across the parking lot, leaving his buddies to groan in their own blood and vomit on the pavement. John wonders if Jason will choose to go after the straggler. He, for one, wasn’t in the habit of leaving loose ends. You’re bound to trip over them, sooner or later.

That said, John isn’t half so hungry as he once was. The straggler will undoubtedly be looking for a new watering hole, and that would suit John just fine. It’s not his fight, or his loose end to tie. He stands neutrally, and more importantly, unarmed, making no move towards Jason or the straggler. John is tall, dark, and considered by some to be handsome, but is otherwise unremarkable, dressed down in worn jeans and a leather jacket. The suit he reserves for the occasional business, and even more rarely, pleasure.

Edited 2017-09-08 22:19 (UTC)

Jason lived for these moments, a little more than he cared to admit. He felt more alive when he was pushing himself, when he was beating dirt bags down, teaching them not to try things like this. He saw himself as being something closer to a hero than a villain, but really everyone is someone's villain. He knew he could be so much more if he wanted to be. He had people who wanted him to be...

Still, he would always be as Damian had once called him The great brawler. He didn't let the surprise show when he heard the voice speak up. The accent he noticed first. Not mentioning it of course. Just noting it. "No reason to curb stomp a coward.He was smart enough to run, so he can keep his teeth." He as he pulled the cigarettes back out to shake one loose from the pack, he wasn't however above kicking one of the writhing men at his feet in the stomach before turning to look at the stranger.

They weren't dressed all that different. A brown leather jacket, with a black t-shirt and jeans with his boots under them. He offered the pack over silently. The man was interesting in his way. Most would have called the cops or gone to get back up. This one didn't. It had his curiosity piqued.

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.

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.

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.

"...Seventeen." The concern was pretty common, Lola took good care of herself and was tiny. Other than clearly having curves her age could easily be missed just because, well, how much her feet dangled off the floor in a barstool. She glanced around, the surprising thing in Jason's summary of this place was that he took people outside to beat them up. "This isn't my usual scene, I was just trying to be someone else. I guess."

She stared at her drink for a little while, before shifting to Spanish. "I'm not a virgin, and after last time I know how to take my birth control correctly." She wasn't ashamed of her choices, she told her entire school about her abortion. She still didn't like the sort of looks, the whispers, that such a story brought. She explained herself to the school to take control of everyone knowing. But Jason called her a potential statistic, he could handle knowing how much she was one. "And this place, the city not this bar, is too chaotic to really feel comfortable settling down with someone."

She felt really bad for Ivar right now.

[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]

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."

[ 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.]

Oh his eyes were not even able to see the necklace but the steak of black of her hair as she moved with her haste. His All-caste training had changed him in ways most would never pick up. He would deny it forever but most humans didn't survive the training he had taken. The training that kept the pits effects from pushing him off the deep end.

He looked down at her and lifted the spoon taking another bite, looking right in her eyes. Always defiant. He turned through and kept eating as he made his way from the room towards the chair where he usually camped out. "Don't know what Materia is." He spoke through another bite as he shifted and sat on the floor instead of on the chair, working on the cereal not caring who heard him. He was sure Ed and Al were up somewhere. Hes almost never fully alone at night but his words left the invite open to join him as he crossed his legs. This is why boxer briefs are important, no goods flashed her way.

At age seventeen Jason had already been deep in the All-caste training. He also couldn't judge either, he had alreadt lost his virginity by that point, which was arguably between one of two women. Both were much older than him at the time. He couldn't judge at all. And shockingly he's not judging her as much as it looked like. He was more concerned for her well being since it was such a ill repute place. "This isn't the place for that, I mean you could, I've seen a few people getting blown in the alleyway outside. To each their own, you know?" He didn't judge that stuff, everyone has their kinks.

He arched a brow at that Spanish before nodding. No judgement or sympathy. But he thought of Steph for a second. He didn't have much to do with Blondie, but he knew about what she had gone through through the grape vine. That all happened before he returned to Gotham. She had had her baby though, just gave it up for adoption. "Just so you know, I'm not judging you about that. I was concerned because that guys a douche-bag. It's your body, your rights, your choices to make. Anyone who says otherwise is an asshole, and while I am one, I like to think I'm a little more open minded about that stuff." He felt he had to justify himself, because sometimes people weren't looking for a hero, and he could respect that. She was a bit of a spitfire after all. "Are you sure about that? I mean life's always got those odds, so why worry just because this place is a bit crazy?" He shifted a bit looking over to someone arguing with his pool buddy. Good thing he could divide his attention.

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..

His reaction was annoying. Yuffie knew that this was Jason being Jason but it was still annoying. She grumbled a bit, stashed the necklace into the pocket of her shorts, and then followed him into the main room. Her pilfered items were at least covered on her bed, and no one would think it was that odd considering how messy she usually left her bed.

She stopped in front of Jason, standing with her hands on her hips. "This is materia." She flicked a green orb into her hand and then carelessly through a level 1 ice spell at the counter. It covered most of the kitchen in ice before Yuffie released the spell. "It's magic." Though there were rules when it came to using some of her materia.

"Your chest glows. Why?" She suddenly wondered if he was like Cloud. She remember their conversation on the rooftops, when he hadn't remembered who she was. Some how it all felt relevant though Yuffie ended up circling back and wondering what her nickname was. He had called her something before. 'Y' or 'Yuff' maybe... It wasn't important but Yuffie couldn't stop thinking about it.

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Completely cool~!

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