So what if you can see the darkest side of me..

[hititwithacrowbar]

who: Jason Todd
what: October Catch All & Memeshare
when: 9th-22nd
where: All around.
warnings: This post will be full of triggery things as Jason's life has been a horror show. A quick overview, child abuse, drug use/overdose, under-aged smoking, child death, buried alive, and murder, illusions to drowning. Angst, buckets of angst. Anything else will be updated.
Note: Unless otherwise stated or plotted, each person who tags in will get a new memory. Feel free to poke me at opticon Dreamscape's can and likely will get more than one memory. Some memories will not only have text, but also pictures in which they were pulled from.



A: Mom checked out (Drug use and violence implied)
It looked like a abandoned room. No power, a dirty wooden floor, bare wooden walls and a mattress on the floor surrounded by candles. The most beautiful thing in the room was the woman laid on the mattress. A bandage on her arm. Her red lock's dyed black. He hated when she dyed her hair, but what she does when he's out he can't stop, out of everything she does with her life a bit of dye was the least bad.

"You see, Mom... I hurt someone today. I was getting us food." He spoke to the unconcious woman as he held her hand. She was the full focus of his attention. Guilt laced his voice. "I know you're not hungry much right now, but you need to eat something. Some guy came out of the alley. He tried to take it from me. From you. From us. I just got so angry, I couldn't think. I started hitting him over and over. When I caught my breath I saw blood on my hands. I let him run away... I mean, I think he's fine...but I didn't mean to do that. I didn't want to..." He rambles before tears start streaking his face falling from his eyes.

He knows she's not listening and he feels helpless. Nothing he does is helping her. "I wish you would stop taking that stuff. I wish you could hear me... I miss you." She wasn't going to answer...

[ Image]

B-Meeting the Bat

It was like any night, for Jason anyway, moving quietly through the streets of Crime Alley. People left him alone for the most part. Which in return got him left alone, again for the most part. Taking a turn down one of the desolate alleyways when he saw it. The Batmobile in all of it's glory. Well, why not. He thought as he moved forward with his tire iron. The big bad Bat's car didn't look like it was that protected. So he kneeled and got to work.

Once he had one tire off he heard someone clear their throat. Looking up his eyes went wide. "You do realize thats the Batmobile, right?" The voice spoke Batman was bigger than life. But he didn't run, no he did what he did best. He smarted off.

"Duh, you do realize you parked your car in Crime Alley, right?" Batman moved forward towards him and Jason swung out at him with the tire iron, he really didn't want to go to Gotham Lockup with his old man. The man dressed as a bat caught the Iron like it was nothing

"You wanna beat up on a kid, go enlist in the GCPD like every other bully in this city." He hissed at the man, who was now lifting him like he weighed nothing. That deep voice spoke again.

"I'm only going to ask you this once. So give some serious thought to your answer." Then he smirked, when Jason spat out a quick reply of 'what?'. "Are you hungry?"

---
Now sitting on the hood of the Batmobile Jason was scarffing down a burger and fries. It was like heaven at the moment.

"Slow down, Jason, You're going to lose a finger."
"Sorry" munch munch "This is the closest thing I've had to a home-cooked meal I've had since..." chomp "... I had a home."

He looks up realizing where the hillside their parked at is. "Funny, I was here once. Looking for Wayne Manor. Trying to case the place but I got lost."

The Batman looks his way. "Why do you think its okay to steal from other people?"

"You kidding me? Look at this view. Freaking "billionaire playboy" think's he's king of the world. Pfft." Jason grumbles as he eats.

"Sometimes you have to give people a chance, Jason. They'll usually surprise you." The bat spoke before silence swept over them and both ate quietly.

C: Dig Lazurus Dig (Buried alive, illuisions to drowning, and pain)

Darkness, darkness all around. It was hot and stuffy this much was clear as Jason opened his eyes to the purest blackness. Trying to sit up he knocked his head into wood before realization sank in. "BRUCE!" panic building in his chest, he knew exactly where he was. It was a coffin. "BRUCE!" His hands moved looking for anything, ANYTHING. His belt buckle was all he could find, Forcing himself to calm down. Instinct taking over, if he panicked he would run out of air.

The belt buckle was used to tear the silk and hit the fine wood above. It took what felt like forever his nails long ripped off as he dug himself up, forcing himself to breath slowly. His hand shot up through the dirt, he was lucky Gotham was always so rainy.

He pulled himself up out of the dirt taking deep breaths now, nothing seemed focus anymore. A few steps and down he went....


His eyes opened again, green liquid obscuring his view. For a moment he sees a beautiful woman above the water, her eyes wide... was that fear? What was happening? Then the pain rushed through like fire.

It burned, and yet he felt like he was drowning and couldn't escape. Her and reached down and pulled him up. "Come now." She spoke quickly. He knew her.

"Talia."

"Yes, your story is not yet over, Jason." She spoke in that beautiful middle eastern accent of hers. Next they were running, he had so many questions.

"Whats happening!" He called to her as they reached a cliff-side and she shoved a duffle bag in his hands. "You are unavenged! Do not go back to him, learn before you react." She spoke quickly, dragging him up and kissing him fully on the lips before shoving him off the cliff. Him and the bag falling as she turned and ran the other way. Jason watched the world spin around him....

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Dreamscape(s)

[hititwithacrowbar]

Dreams came in many forms, for Jason it was almost always the same. A old warehouse full of pain and misery, dreams were fickle though and he didn't really notice something different was happening here tonight. Instead of the warehouse, he was sitting in a home theater. It was fancy, it screamed someone had to much money. Plush red seats and a over-sized screen. Jason was leaned back, his legs spread a bit with one of them tossed over the seat before him. A large soda in one hand as he watched the screen.

"It feel's a bit like Clockwork Orange, you know?" he commented to the poor soul sitting next to him as the screen lit up, and something like a home reel started.

3!

[somakemelaugh]

This was nice. Very nice. He hadn't been to a performance in some time, for lack of being able to actually see it clearly, and that was one of the downsides to his vision's condition. But he did love the music and he did love the singing and the drama of it. This theater wasn't like ones he remembered though. What was with the large wall? Was that what they called a curtain? It certainly didn't match the rest of the decor.

But then the show began, and he understood what it was for. One of those moving pictures Ciel kept telling him about that they watched on the television sometimes.

"I'm afraid I don't. What is that?"

[hititwithacrowbar]

Jason's drink was ignored in favor of watching him younger panicking, screaming his adopted father's name. The fear threatening to spill up even now. Even in the dream he felt like his stomach was turning. He hated what this memory did to him.

"...A clockwork orange is a book and a movie." He spoke, he didn't have to look to know who was sitting at his side. "A very bad boy is forced to watch videos of ultra-violence to make him less violent. Its torture." He explained. "If I find it I will loan it to you." He spoke as he sat back and ran a hand through his hair. "You shouldn't be seeing this... and yet it seems fitting." god he wished his dream soda was a beer right now.

c.

[ikols]

[ He knows Jason never wanted to revisit his return from the grave but, well, what can a godling do when he finds himself standing right there as an on-looker. Oops? ]

Ah, so that's the Lazarus Pit.

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ Jason is leaning near by, oddly picking at his short nails.]

Yep. That would be it.

[ikols]

That Talia, she seems less than trustworthy. Do you still owe her a debt for what she did?

[ Pacing over, he stands sentry near Jason as the scene plays out again with a muted score to allow them to talk. A backdrop of bad memories. ]

Mothers... - Closed to Edward

[hititwithacrowbar]

It's a cold snowy day, it was always cold in Gotham, even the snow was dirty. A small boy in a ripped pair of jeans and a hoodie makes his way up into a floor level apartment. Cracking open the door for once something sweet is coming from inside... he knows that smell. That was her perfume. He hurried the rest of the way inside, worried maybe she fell and broke the bottle or something. When he stepped through he sees her. She's not laying on the floor, or anything like that.

Beautiful. That was all he could think as he smiled standing there. Mom was out of bed, she was swaying in the kitchen wearing one of her few remaining dresses. Singing along to some old song crackling on the radio. Her arms moving as she swayed, the way she would sometimes do when she would dance with his dad before he got arrested the last time.

"Jay!" His name on her lips snaps him out of it and she's holding a hand to him smiling bright as the sun, the same smile he feels himself giving her back as he reaches out for her hand and she pulls him close. She didn't smell like the sickness, the drugs or the booze. She smelled like he remembered. He moved with her trying to remember the way she showed him when he was younger. He could feel tears in his eyes. Mom was getting better. The sound of her voice singing made him happy.

"What you had, and what you lost... and what you had, oh what you lost. Thunder only happens when it's raining..." By the time she reached thunder, the young voice of her son joined in. He felt light for once, like he was floating in the warmest place. Watching er red hair lifting as she swayed, her long dress spinning with her.

"Women they will come and they will go..." Her voice soothed the anger inside of him.

Robin Days- Closed to Lola.

[hititwithacrowbar]

Two idenitical men were standing outside of a casino arguing when a boy appears between them. He is tiny with slicked back dark hair, a black domino mask covering half his face and eyes. A bright yellow cape buttons at the front and hangs down just past his hips. The rest of his outfit is red and green with a bold black and Yellow circled R proudly displayed on his chest. What stands out the most is the boy wears what looks like scaled panties and...pixie boots.

"Well, well-- It's Huey and Dewey. Looking for Louie?" The boy quips with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Outa the way, kid, before you get..." Before he can finish the boys fists shoot out getting both in the stomach as they double over he grabs their heads cracking them together in a fluid motion.

"Hurt?" He finishes smug as hell. He makes his over to a large man dressed in a black and gray outfit with a bright yellow and black bat symbol on his chest. The man and boy explain to a man with half his face ruined in a two tone suit how they knew what casino he would rob. It was just then the man grabbed an elderly woman putting a gun to her head.

"Well-thought-out, Gentlemen--but you've overlooked one thing... I always carry two guns. Now everyone step aside-- I'm just looking for an excuse to shoot for a second time, tonight!"

The man dressed as the bat steps forward "Take me as your hostage, Two-Face-- let her go!"

"You make a poor hostage, Batman.. too strong -- too smart." Two-Face replies before the boy steps forward.

"Then take me -- I'm just a kid... you can handle me. Besides" he grins smug again. "Think of the power you'd have over Batman -- and better still, I am the second Robin -- Think of it! Its so fitting--"

The man seems pleased and switches the boy for the woman, the cold steel pressed to his temple. "Yes-- it's almost too ironic." He replies "Clear a path for me, Batman -- I've got the perfect hostage, now. And if you or the cops follow us, I'll put two bullets in his red breast."

A few minutes later the boy and Two-Face stand beside a car that is gold on one side, purple on the other. "How do you like my custom two door?"

"It's to much." The boy spoke unimpressed. Once inside the gun was pointed at him again. Again the boy looked utterly unimpressed.

"Now, I must warn you -- I'm not a nice man... If you try anything at all, you're a dead bird."

He spoke as the boy spoke back just as serious. "I understand, like you wouldn't want me to hit the break's or anything."

"Huh?" was all the man had to say before the boys pixie boot slammed down on the break and he bailed out the door tumbling into the grass. Two-Face looked up with his gun, his forehead building as he speed off. The boy didn't have to sit long before Batman arrived in what looked like a pink mustang. "ROBIN! Thank god!"

"That doesn't look like the batmobile." He muttered looking bored.

[ b ]

[supersweet]

[ It was a little disconcerting seeing Batman that way. Jon has met Bruce Wayne. He sat at their table, firm about Jon's powers. But he had also saved Jon and his mother. Batman was someone Jon couldn't quite trust, even if his father did. Not that if he ever said so. ]

I didn't know Batman ate burgers.

[ Or food. He wouldn't touch his mother's pie. ]

[hititwithacrowbar]

Always seems like he shouldn't, but he does, usually with a fork and knife, but on patrol you have to make do I guess.

[ Jason didn't like whatever was going on with people seeing his memories, but at least it was Jon, he liked the kid well enough. ]

[supersweet]

It's not bad, just . . . weird. He's always super intense when I see him. Here, he seems nice.

[ But Jon knows why Batman is nicer to Jason than he would be with Jon. ]

Closed.

[hititwithacrowbar]

The room is mostly dark, street lights shine enough light in to see a figure on a hospital bed, he is badly burned, his head wrapped up machines all wired in. He's not a little man by any rights, but it doesn't look good. The other figure, was Jason Todd, sitting there in black pants, a brown jacket and a big red bat symbol on his chest, he's clutching the other's hand.

Harper, Roy

Listed on the white band around the man's wrist.

'Jay' His voice croaks out.
'What is it?'
'Find her, bring her home.'
'Not yet, Roy, not until your out of danger.'

Jason lowered his head some, fearful of his emotions betraying him. Fearful of giving himself away. Roy needed him to be strong. He reaches up and turns up Roy's meds 'Sav..v..e' Roy starts to say, as Jason cuts him off. 'You need to rest.'

'Don't...' he says before he falls back over and Jason takes his hand again staring at the dying form on the man he cared so much again. The beeping was the only sound for a few moments until Jason seemed to jump to attention, suddenly two guns in his hands as he had let go of Roy and was pointing them at the door. 'Back off, Pal!' Jason called out, as a man made his way in. Switching on the light. Blond, in a clean cut suit. He looked important and more importantly he looks livid seeing Jason sitting there.

'Put the guns away, before I put them in a place you can't reach. I need you to give me and Roy a few moments together." Jason takes the hint, looking to the dying man a second before starting towards the door. There is clearly bad blood between Jason and the blond.

[alkahestic]

Alphonse wasn't sure what to make of the scene. He's been around a death bed before, knows how it tears at a person's heart to watch the last breaths of someone near and dear. But he'd never known that Jason had been through something similar. Clearly the man in the bed was important to him. Enough to make him react so emotionally. But it was the way he'd left that makes Al wonder at the nature of their relationship.

If Al had been in his place, he'd probably never leave. Especially if it was someone he cared about like Ed or Winry. He'd have to be bodily removed from the room in order to leave. Which made Al wonder what the circumstances were of the dying man's condition and what Jason's relationship was to him. So he followed Jason out of the room and waits until they're alone in the hall to reach out a hand and gently set it on Jason's arm.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Is he- Will he be alright?"

[hititwithacrowbar]

Jason moved out into the hallway, throwing his shoulder hard into the wall. The dream and his memory all in one, it was Al setting his hand on Jay's arm that makes him look to the young man. His eyes are more tired than he usually lets himself look. Like he's been running himself ragged.

"...Yeah, Harper's to stubborn to die." He looks towards the room. "In a few minutes Queen's going to come out of there and read me the riot act, demanding to know what happened. How I let this happen." Jay rubbed at the back of his head. "I'm sorry you got pulled here Al. This is one of the worst nights of my life. You shouldn't have to see this."

Closed to Ciel

[hititwithacrowbar]

Jason had skipped out on his usual afternoon nap, in favor of working on his pet project and showing up to the cafe early. Grabbing their usual tables one that kept Jason facing the doors and other exits. He always seemed to have to keep an eye on doors or he would keep looking over his shoulders.

He had a collection of treats already picked out as he had been paid the day before and was more loose with his money when he first gets paid. A super sugary coffee in one hand he was flipping through a book of poems while he waited. Today he was in a simple dark red and black suit with his hair slicked back aside from two stubborn strands of bangs that had flopped back over his eyes.

[sweetlies]

Ciel was still a bit tired from the memories but he had managed through the day so far, making sure each cup of tea he had was a bit stronger than he normally had.

He made his way to the cafe that afternoon, getting a large cup of strong tea and settling across from Jason after. He wasn't dressed as nicely this time. The Earl still wore dress pants, and slightly heeled boots, but that day he wore a pullover sweater, still suitably for more dressy occasions.

"I didn't leave you waiting, I hope."

[hititwithacrowbar]

Jason's eyes had dark circles around them, somewhere between a bruise and just horrible sleep deprivation. His normal night terrors had not lessened any, and the dream walking left him feeling half dead. He had known if he had taken the nap he would have missed their lunch.

He lifted a hand offering a wave, trace bits of black grease on his fingers that he hadn't scrubbed off fully. "Not at all, I showed up early." He promised waving off the concern as he took a drink from his coffee. "You look more comfortable like that." He commented on the young earl's clothing choices.

Closed to Frank Castle

[hititwithacrowbar]

Jason had been at his favorite sleazy bar, unlike normal he wasn't just killing time or looking for information. He was actively trying to drown his sorrows. Between a lack of good sleep and the endless dream walking he felt like he was stuck in a constant state of insomnia which did wonders for his already hair triggered temper.

He was moody and it didn't help his situation that he had not found a good outlet for his temper aside from hanging out in the bar and looking for trouble. Which is exactly what he decided to do once another shot had crossed his lips, turning looking around. Enough of the regulars knew enough of the nameless regular to not make eye contact with him, even the bar tender turned a blind eye because at least Jason usually took his fights outside. And usually those that met his fists had earned it. Tonight he made the mistake of bumping hard into another man as he made his way towards the back.

"Fuckin' move." he slurred in his heavy jersey accent as if he had been the one bumped into.

awesome! :D

[scoutsniper]

Frank didn't get the memo about not making eye contact. Not that he would have paid attention to it.

He's down here because this is another way you learn how a place works--not the ready-for-company surface, like the housing units and the shops--but places like this, where the lights are dark and anything can happen.

The bump rocks Frank's weight onto his back foot, and the words that follow don't really help center him either. "Your turn." He'll return the favor, shoving the guy's shoulder away from him.

/o/

[hititwithacrowbar]

The second the hands shoved him, all six foot one, two-twenty-five pounds of Jason Todd moved. He shifted to quickly for just a normal person. twisting on his feet to pull both fists up and face the man. He didn't care who the new face was in the bar. He stepped up. That was enough for Jason.

He swung a hard right at the man with the oh so punchable face, praying to not be disappointed. He needed to burn the rage off, needed to feel some kind of pain to feel something besides the emptiness sleep deprivation left.

"Goddamnit! TAKE IT OUTSIDE!" the bartender screamed at them both.

Closed to Nico

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ Jason was waiting in the garage, but not by his motorcycle. He was leaned over doing something inside the engine of a very busted up looking old mustang. His black motorcycle jacket was hanging off the door while he waited he was working on something. The old car needed a lot of love and attention but Jay knew if he let it keep sitting it wasn't going to do any better.

A list of things he needed was sitting in the passenger seat. He hadn't let anyone inside the old car yet, so Nico was going to be the first.]

[ from here]

[deathkid]

[ stepping out of a shadow like he normally would, nico glanced around him at first before noting jason's familiar form poking around inside the hood of a car. he stepped up, pushing up on his toes to look over jason's shoulder to see what he was doing before stepping back again and sliding his hands into his pockets. ]

Fixing it?

[ sorry if he startles you, jason. it's been said before he needs to wear a bell around his neck. ]

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ He should have known, should have been prepared for it but when Nico speaks he jumps. He'll never get used to Nico appearing beside him. So a loud bang is heard from his head connecting to the hood above, the wrench dropped into the engine as a string of curses follow. One hand goes to his head as the other pulls the wrench out. Stepping back, and now Nico gets to see the mess he was. One of his eyes was nearly purple and brown from how badly blackened it was, his lip split and one of his arms was covered in bandages. Rubbing a his head he made a face. ]

Fucking warm me next time. Fuck.

[ He grumbled.] And yeah, it's my wreak in progress. Get in.

b - dreamscape

[bunnyhopped]

[ Hana stood off to the side, watching as a guy in a bat suit and cowl who looked like he walked right out of a superhero comic book and a younger-looking Jason chowed down on fast food while sitting on the hood of the Batmobile, whatever that was. She couldn't help the mildly amused grin on her face when their conversation took a turn for what could only be a trademark Teachable Moment. Hana looked around - now knowing for sure that she found herself in Jason's memory tonight - for the present-day Jason that she knew. Hana looked tired as all hell but this, at least, was a milder memory compared to some of the one she'd seen over the last however long it's been since these freaky visions and dreams started happening to everyone.

Whenever she found him, she looked at him and tilted her head. ]

I always knew you were some kind of troublemaker.

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ He was nearby looking over the vast beautiful hillside of Bristol, it made Gotham in the distance actually look beautiful. He hated people seeing this, only because it felt like he was betraying Bruce more than not.]

Of course, I was. I was a street kid with shit to prove.

[ He tried to sound teasing about it at least.]