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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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[deadbythename]

[ As far as knowing the lay of the land goes, she's got the advantage over him there and it won't be too long before he takes a wrong jump and finds himself at the edge of a tall building, with nothing in grappling or distance.]

Shit.

[slingshots]

[ His bad luck is her great luck. She skitters to a stop a ways back, grin tamped down to a smirk, and immediately pulls out the slingshot again to take aim. ]

End of the line, spud. [ ...no, okay, she can't say that with a straight face, and there might be a muffled laugh over here. ]

[deadbythename]

[ He very nearly goes for his gun, but tamps down on that instinct. She's not someone he has any kind of beef with. She's not part of this crazy bullshit with him and the replacement. He gives her a mean smile instead and starts moving towards her. ]

You sure about that?

[slingshots]

[ She lowers her slingshot as he nears, the better to beam properly at him. If he's this old, then — well, she'd been right, right? He doesn't die in his universe. It doesn't matter that she never told him about it, and asked Conner not to say anything, because he doesn't die.

But that's kinda mushy. Focus on the present, Kelley. ]

I'd give it 85% sure. Maybe 90.

[deadbythename]

[ The way she just... Drops her guard and looks at him almost has him going for his guns. Jesus, talk about shit that could get you killed, stupid freakin' kid.

He frowns down at her instead. ]

Lettin' your guard down pretty fast, kid.

[slingshots]

[ That sounds like the game isn't over yet. Her smirk hardens a little, she drops back into a slightly more readied stance, and her hand twitches closer to one of her pouches. The smoke bombs nestle innocently over there. ]

Who says it's down? It's just taking a break.

[deadbythename]

[ Better. But. He drops and sweeps his leg out, aiming for her feet. ]

No breaks when you're on the street, kid.