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[deadbythename]

Date & Time: Jan 18-23
Location: Lots of bars. Lots of dark, unpleasant places.
Characters: Jason Todd the Grump and whoever decides to interrupt his willful ignoring everything.
Summary: Jason Todd is willfully ignoring everything and spending most of his time up on lonely rooftops and occasionally drinking.
Warnings: idk, gloomy bullshit, swearing, we'll see.

[ Okay.  Jason wasn't an idiot.  It was really kind of obvious he wasn't going to be able to avoid everyone forever.  Exsilium wasn't Gotham and there just weren't enough places he could go until he just.  Ran into somebody.

Maybe he'd even run into Dick or that tiny girl Robin.  Or Joey...  Though that didn't bear thinking about.   Running into them eventually didn't mean running into them immediately.  All Jason wanted was space.  He needed to reorganize himself, needed to separate himself from the memories that of this place that still floated through his head.  Exsilium wasn't Gotham, but Jason was still himself.  The holster under his jacket was a reminder of that.  So he spent most of his time in bars, in the darker, shadowy parts, nursing a drink and listening. The rest of the time, he wandered, relearning the alleyways and rooftops of this weird ass city.  If nothing else, he'd be prepared for however long he'd be staying here. ]

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i search my heart and it is true

[gevurah]

[ Her cautious and quiet footsteps are concealed with thanks to the rain, but she's been spotted and doesn't bother anymore to blend in with the dark. The way he speaks is curious and although enhanced audio in her mask allows her hear his every word, the familiarity of the voice doesn't register. Yet. ]

I was beginning to grow sad that nobody recognized this. [ She sounds more amused than anything as she steps out of the shadows, wondering if he would be willing to do the same. ]

[deadbythename]

[ He hesitates before stepping out of his own shadows. Whatever had brought him here hadn't seen fit to bring along his red helmet, but the body armor makes it pretty clear to the people in the know what he is. ]

Not you, exactly. But yeah, it's kind of a familiar look.

[gevurah]

I'm touched. [ She takes a second to size him up. There are only a few of them from Gotham so chances are this might be that little Robin again... all grown up still. This is already a pain. ]

This city doesn't have much of a nightlife like Gotham.

[deadbythename]

[ He feels similarly, crossing his arms across his chest and sizing her up in return. ]

Yeah, I noticed that. It's practically a vacation.

[gevurah]

[ Considering they're in the middle of a war, that's a depressing thought. ]

Not many like to spend their nights on rooftops. [ "What are you doing and why?" ]

[deadbythename]

[ He grins, meanly. ]

Yeah, I'm special like that.

[gevurah]

Do I get a name?

[deadbythename]

Only if you say "please."

[gevurah]

[ The most deadpan look that can be "seen" wow masks ruin everything. ]

[deadbythename]

[ The most innocent face you could imagine. How could you ever suspect him of anything, Batwoman? ]

[gevurah]

I don't think so. [ She can't match the physical description she's making of him now to anything in her files back home or anything from memory. If he's from Gotham, just who is he? ]

[deadbythename]

[ He tuts and shrugs. ] Vigilantes these days, no manners.

I go by Red Hood.

[ Sort of. He doesn't have much in the way of a secret identity since most of the superhero community back home knew the story of the bad Robin who died and came back again. ]

[gevurah]

[ She keeps her world separate from Batman's, so this might explain why she's unfamiliar with him. Really, she's been content to keep it that way and then suddenly when she's plunged into this world their lives come crashing together.

It's like a bad movie. ]

Batwoman, although that might have been obvious.

[deadbythename]

[ He shrugs, keeping his voice casual. ]

Coulda taken you for a Batgirl. I hear they've been going through those pretty quick.

[ Anger in his voice over that, but it's the old, familiar anger he always gets when he thinks of Babs.]

[gevurah]

[ She keeps a mental note of that. ]

You're mistaken; I don't take orders from any of them.

[deadbythename]

Smart.

[ He approves. Kind of. ]

But you follow their rules. Unless you're from some crazy future bullshit.

[gevurah]

Who can tell in a place like this? [ She avoids the answer, even if the one rule she sticks to is the Batman Rule: no killing. ]

[deadbythename]

There's a method to it.

[ His voice is idle and he shrugs, lazily. He actually hasn't figured out a method, yet, but he also can't ever resist baiting anyone who wears the bat symbol. ]

[gevurah]

I've always felt it was more like an unlucky lottery.

[deadbythename]

That counts as a method.