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who: Jason Todd
what: More days around the city
when: 10-27/11-5
where: Floor Six, Perimeter Guard, Book Store, Rooftops and Riverview High.
warnings: None yet, will update.



Floor Six + Perimeter Guard
Jason had woken up in one of his moods, that much was clear by the way he sat at the edge of his bed with the covers half over his head like a cloak. Glaring a anyone and everyone that made any noise on the floor. It didn't help that he had only gone to bed a couple hours beforehand and it was a bad dream that jolted him out of his slumber.

Waiting to hear the shower kick off so he could steal the water also didn't help his mood when he saw the time and realized he was about twenty minutes later for work. The covers thrown back as he shuffled fast to tug on his guard uniform and strap his guns to his legs and tugged on his leather jacket as he rushed for the door forgetting his messenger bag by the bed.

After speeding on his bike through the city streets, barely getting by without getting caught by the police. He parked the bike and rushed into the headquarters. He still had healing bruises from the bar fight last week and he looked a mess but after some talking he made his way to get started on the days job.

Bookstore
Once he was free of the obligations of the day, Jason went to his favorite place, the little bookstore/cafe he often had lunch with Ciel at. Quietly moving through the shelves looking for something new to read that caught his interest. Stopping every now and then to look over the back of a book for a synopsis. It was the calm part in the day, just flipping through the pages of multiple books. He was still dressed in his uniform since he had forgotten his bag with the change of clothes and didn't feel like running home yet.

Once he found a book, he could he found at one of the tables nursing some coffee as he turned pages soaking in the simple lovely little story he had found.

Rooftop
Jason, no, Red Hood moved silently along the rooftops and back alleys. He was bored of laying low, of being good and letting the metas and other's handle everything. He missed the rush of it all. So even with his helmet on the fritz he moved as quickly and quietly as he could. Eventually he found himself with nothing to do sitting on the edge of a roof with the hood half lifted sipping a fountain drink while watching the city life below.

Riverview High School - Mostly Closed to Bruce Wayne
The last place a guy like Jason Todd needed to be was at a high school. He had never got to finish school himself, despite jumping from 5th grade drop out to top of his class at a Gotham private school within months of being taken in by Bruce. He and his adopted father had spent many nights after patrols talking about what kind of college he would go to, the path laid out for him, but he never made it that far. Never even got his GED when he came back. His vengeance had been more important, then life just swept him up.

He was only here for the same reason he had gone to that fancy school back in Gotham. For Bruce Wayne.

He was sitting outside, constantly looking at his watch, leaning on the hood of a rusted red 60's Mustang, dressed in dark jeans, a black t-shirt and a brown leather jacket. He wasn't sure why he had decided to stop stalking his father, and just approach him again, but clearly ambushing him at the end of a school day was better than approaching him at the communal housing.

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[somakemelaugh]

Ah, so that was his unexpected companion. It didn't bother him one way or another, though the grin did split itself a little wider at the realization. "Like the cold, do you?"

He turned back to the vast sea of shades of darkness from his view on the rooftop and leaned into the wall behind him, head tilted back slightly. "Winter in my time means fires in the fireplace burning constantly and illness galore. Always a busy time for business when the cold drifts in. Is it like that here in the city as well?" Maybe he would finally get to take up his place as the mortician once more, maybe he wouldn't. It was almost unnerving to life in a world where almost no one died.

[hititwithacrowbar]

"Oh yeah, I love it. I mean, I hate when it gets to cold, but eh, it's complicated/. Give me late fall and early spring weather and I'll be happy." He didn't like a lot of snow but, he did like it.

Jason stayed where he was standing, helmet under one arm. "That makes sense. The only real fire's like that I ever dealt with were alley fires, and the time's Alfred would set the fire in the parlor for holidays or B just wanted to be dramatic. The old place had central heat and air, but, B loved his dramatics." He wasn't sure he had spoken of the man to Undertaker but, it was Wayne Manor that he remembered fire places from, not just trashcans burning. "Illness is still an issue in our time, just easier to treat, but otherwise, I would assume it is, given that we have doctors here."

[somakemelaugh]

He grinned at that and tilted his head, seeming to look more toward Jason without actually seeing him there. "Central heat and air. What is that?" The only central heat and air his world had was a fireplace in the middle of the house. He was well familiar with air conditioners by now and knew them as little devices on the wall that controlled a machine elsewhere, but didn't make the connection between the term and the device itself.

He was also familiar - or at least more familiar - with the ease with which illness was treated in this world, something for which he was quite thankful. "Since you mention it, I don't think I properly thanked you for helping my young lord out during his... episode. That sort of thing can kill a grown man where I'm from if we're not too careful."

[hititwithacrowbar]

Jason made an amused noise remembering once more his new strange freinds really were from Victorian England. "Central heat and air is a technology made that automatically makes your home warm, hot or cold. All by the push of a button and a machine outside of the home. It's pretty nice, my time's pretty big on instant gratification. I grew up poor before B though, so, it was a luxury before then." He shrugged a little.

"It's no issue. I'm just glad he told me to call you. I don't know how well getting him to a hospital when all I had was my bike would have worked." He admitted. "He's a stubborn one, but that will do well to keep him alive in the long run. It can still kill people in my time to, if they don't carry their medication, anyway."

[somakemelaugh]

"Isn't that convenient? We could surely use it in our day." Heat and cold when they wanted or needed it? He really had a great deal more of catching up to do, but later. This B character had his interest - Jason kept mentioning him, but hadn't yet explained who he was. Clearly someone he either lived with or looked up to or who had helped him in the past. He had questions, but held onto them.

"Gets it from his parents, he does. He's more of his mother than he'll likely admit. Boys like to take after their fathers, you see. Do they still do that in your time, maybe you with this B you keep talking all about?"

[hititwithacrowbar]

"Yes yes it is, but honestly I like the natural temperatures a lot more." He says even if he hates the cold. He was a hypocrite, he loved snow but hated cold. Hated heat but liked the beach. He was happiest in moderate temperatures but it couldn't be fall all year... and no one liked Halloween in Gotham.

"What were the young lords parents like?" He inquired curiously before nodding. His thoughts flashing to Willis, the petty criminal, and Bruce the billionaire vigilante... he was a mix of his father's that was for sure, but he also had a lot of Catherine in him even if she wasn't his birth mother. "Yeah, unfortunately, we still do. Even when their not great. B... Well, he..." He made a face trying to think. He wanted to say Bruce was his father but he knew Bruce might argue that now. "His name's Bruce Wayne. He took me in for awhile before I died. He was just someone I used to know." It hurt saying it but that was how it felt most days. He knew Bruce didn't trust him at all anymore despite the web of lies the man always threw at him to get him to work with them. He thought of the boy he had been stalking, the young Bruce the city had had and his heart hurt... even that Bruce left. "I was his charity case... he was just cleaning trash off the streets." He spoke it a touch lower, the words people used to say to him at school before he died. When his future was still bright... the things he once ignored but now believed.

[somakemelaugh]

He grinned, lifting hands to intertwine fingers beneath his chin while he leaned in on them. That was a sentiment he could get behind, being that more often than not, it was all he had ever had to go on in his small apartment back in the city. The stove was his heater and the window his cooling unit unless he chose to step into the ice room where bodies were kept.

"They were what all nobles are." In a few words, of course, but he could remember more, so much more. "His mother, I saw her less than I saw any of them, but she was a lovely woman, delicate and sweet, but sharp as a whip. His father was her strength and just as gentle as he was firm." The watchdog side of Vincent was far different, almost night to the Earl's day, but he held as much back. Some things didn't yet need to be told.

The story told reminded him of street urchins he had seen in alleys and in the main shopping squares in the city. Those poor children ended up in his parlor more often than not, eventually, having had no one to defend them against the cruelty of the world and no one to stand up for them when they were caught thieving to stay alive. He had watched it all quietly, simply observing, taking no side. It made him wonder what kind of world Jason had known, how much worse it was like on his own streets. "You were one of the lucky ones," he commented and didn't bother to elaborate.