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Affiliated RP blog for Jason Todd / Red Hood from DC Comics. Affiliated with Isola Radiale.
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“Oh, good. Halloween’s right around the corner. Gotham always has special surprises on Halloween. And they’re not the good kinds of surprises. The villains that hang out in that city prefer tricks over treats. Wonder how this place’ll be.”
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“Pretty sure death is just an inconvenience where I come from. Nobody stays that way for very long.” Him included.
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limonadaquimica:
Relief flooded over her when he lowered the gun, the effects of which were evident in the eased tension on her shoulders and stance. Despite lowering the beaker, she kept it out, kept it ready just in case.
She watched in silent fascination as he silent walked away, but chose to ignore his advice and followed behind him, her steps quiet and precise as she kept the distance. If she walked away now and later heard something bad had happened here, she’d never be able to live with it.
❝ What… are you planning? ❞ She didn’t like the implication that she was about to witness a murder, and if the guy was only working for some drug lord, then there was no reason he couldn’t reform and live a better life. But only if he wasn’t pumped full of lead first. There was a brief flash of movement behind that sliver of open door, what if he was scared!? ❝ What if he’s not the right guy?! ❞
“I said stay back.”
His tone was annoyed. He didn’t want her to get hurt or something. He didn’t necessarily care if she saw what he did. But he also didn’t want to expose someone who didn’t know the life he’d led to...well, something like a person getting killed. “This guy sells drugs to anyone who will buy them. You know what that means? Even stupid teenagers. I’m here to make sure he never does it again.”
His eyes shifted toward the movement, eyes constantly alert to his surroundings. Something taught to him by an old mentor, complete focus in a tense situation. Even with her talking to him. He moved toward the door slowly. “He’s the right guy.” Jason said, foot raising and slamming into the door and causing it to swing open, revealing a sniveling man in the corner. “...This isn’t the right guy. Where is he?!”
He spun, eyes darting all around behind his mask and a scowl on his lips as he moved briskly, past shelves and the like in some attempt to find him. It was clear that he’d just lost track of the guy and the way he was slamming stuff around he knew that. And he wasn’t happy about it. “Damnit!”
#limonadaquimica#honey lemon o1#listen jason is really good at traumatizing ppl#but don't worry he has some semblance of a conscience
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refraine:
Her youthful demeanour in ways, is a cultivated style of living. For most of her life she had been a free spirit – uncertain about the shackles of life, uncertain about making commitments. If not for Ted, there is a lingering voice at the back of her mind that would’ve taken her across to the other hemisphere in the world. New York, whilst big… was also small and comforting. Unwilling to succumb to the restraints of her life, she, sacrificed stability for the upwards movement of her career. Perhaps, in that sense – her lack of stability is an attribute to her youth.
This guy is funny. Another laughter manages to leave her lips – he proves himself to be entertaining to her. Maybe it’s the whiskey speaking, or maybe it was the shitty vodka sprite she had earlier on – regardless of the situation, she is actually, having a very good time.
❝ Call me Robin. It’s nice to meet you Jason. ❞ Drink settled onto the closest surface, her arms old across her chest. Unfortunately for her, she had seen her fair share of flat earthers – some, even came onto her show at one point. However, she is glad that during her unpaid hours she is not conversing with one.
❝ Why don’t you give it a try and see what happens. The water can’t be THAT cold. And worst case scenario : I go and save you. I am technically a certified lifeguard. ❞ She chuckles, before taking another sip out of her drink. ❝ Never worked a shift in my life. ❞
Jason had been...everywhere. His ‘work’ had taken him to Russia, Japan, France. All kinds of places...though he rarely ever got to do any sight seeing. Most of what he did had him focusing on the people. And not necessarily in a good way. A small part of him hoped she never had to see him doing the things that he did. He honestly shouldn’t have even been chatting her up like this. It could just be that he’d gotten lonely since there hadn’t been many times when he’d actually gotten to take off his mask and talk to someone like a normal person.
And she was laughing. That was always a good sign. It meant he wasn’t a completely awkward mess.
Slowly, however, he raised a brow, almost seeming taken aback by the woman’s name for a moment. For just a second, there was almost a thousand yard stare, like he was looking right through her. But it just lasted a second or two. Barely noticeable. He hoped, at least. He wanted to tell her it was a good name but...he wasn’t fifty years old or something. “Pleasure’s all mine, Robin.”
“You...know it’s not that comforting when you say that and immediately follow it up with ‘Oh, I’ve never even done it though’, right?” Regardless of his words, he sat down the empty glass he had, the faint hint of bourbon rising from it as he let out a sigh. “You’re sure you can swim, right, Ms. Lifeguard? Or, y’know, properly apply CPR if I need it?” He asked over his shoulder, already starting to peel his shirt off as he walked toward the water. He wouldn’t need it. He just wanted to check and see if it was an actual ocean...or if it somehow abruptly ended or something.
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limonadaquimica:
Noises like that rarely indicated anything good, and as Honey suspected, their origin drew a short lived scream from the young chemist. Instinct had her drawing a makeshift chem-ball - actually a sealed test tube fitted within a beaker, both filled with contents the mix of which would result in an incapacitating foam, at least it was meant to, but the thing stayed in Honey’s hand. Her arm muscles remained coiled and ready, but steady as she assessed the situation.
❝ What guy? It’s- ❞ A noise deeper into the building grabbed her attention and her voice dropped to a whisper. ❝ Is that your guy…? ❞
His eyes flashed to the beaker in her hand. At any moment he could have shot it and caused whatever was in it to backfire in her hand immediately. But she didn’t seem as though she was going to throw it...and he wasn’t entirely sure she had anything to do with it. He lowered his gun, furrowing his brow beneath his mask as he thought.
Then came the crash from the other side of the building.
“...You should stay here. This guy’s dangerous. Works for a drug lord that makes his home deep in the city.” Without much of another word, the Red Hood shifted and started to walk down the hallway he’d come from and toward a door near the far end of the hall that was cracked open. Jackpot.
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refraine:
❝ Flattery will absolutely get you everywhere, ❞ Robin chuckles at the remark. Despite the evident playfulness in her voice and the sound of disbelief, she is still nonetheless, flattered that someone would even say something like that. Being in her thirties absolutely terrifies her, despite her closely, approaching her forties.
However, ‘adulting’ had never been her forte. Sometimes, being alone leads to some of the worst decisions she’s made in her lifetime – her eyes, looking over at what the other guy has in his hands. However, before she could ask him what he’s drinking – there is a smirk that finds itself onto her lips.
❝ Interesting. I’m not sure – however, I am quite certain that we’d drown from exhaustion first before falling off of the edge. Unless you’re one of those flat earthers, then I can’t really help ya there, buddy. ❞
“It’s honestly about time that it got me somewhere. Every time I compliment someone they just assume I’m lying. It was getting to be pretty disheartening.” The woman was pretty, he had to admit. He wasn’t just saying it to make her feel better about herself, she did look much younger than she probably was. Jason was a good judge of someone’s age, being raised by the world’s greatest detective had its perks. She looked to be in her early thirties, at most. Any older than that and he’d honestly be surprised.
While Jason could be considered an adult, he hardly acted like one. Being a full-time vigilante who integrated himself into criminal organizations to tear them apart from the inside was, well, a different sort of job. One that he preferred to keep under wraps.
“I mean, there’s substantial evidence proving those people wrong so I’m definitely not one of them. I don’t really like being wrong. But then again this isn’t Earth, I don’t think. I dunno. Maybe I’m too curious for my own good to see what would happen if I just kept swimming.” He muttered, furrowing his brow as he looked out at the water. The sound of waves lapping at the shore bringing about a certain melancholy over him for a brief instant before he took another drink. “I’m Jason, by the way. What about you?”
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Casual Red Hood is still a badass!
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“i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.”
“You know I’m not just screwing with you when I say I was trained by an actual field medic on how to dress wounds, right? Just let me take a damn look.”
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refraine:
If she could recall the lost connections she’s had over the years, the missed connections she had with her so called best friends from the past – then perhaps, it is poetic justice for her to once again, end up alone and isolated. The ocean waves brings her back to the days she’s spent in Argentina – the last hurrah she had with Barney before they decided to part ways. Barney would love it here – those thoughts linger in her mind as she takes another sip of her drink.
❝ Yeah, not really right now. I dunno, maybe I’m getting too old for clubs, or the likes. ❞ She laughs. Her eyes finally turning over to the person speaking to her, noticing that he already has his gaze landed towards her general direction. ❝ Well, at least it’s open bar. ❞
“Too old? You don’t even look a day over twenty.” A smirk played across his lips as he turned and leaned his back against the side of the shack he’d been standing next to. His eyes did glance at the drink in her hands when she lifted it to her lips. In a way, this place reminded him of Kori and Roy and the place they’d all had on the beach. ...which happened to be a Tamaranean spaceship. Maybe not something to mention to someone he just met.
“Yeah. There is that. As much as I want to get completely sloshed and make mistakes, it’s probably not the best idea.” Regardless, he does bring his own drink to his lips. A light sigh rose from his lips after and he furrowed his brow, “At least the view’s kinda nice. Think if we swam all the way out there we’d find anything? Or just fall off the edge of the world or something crazy like that?”
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❝ Didn’t expect to see anyone here. Getting sick of the party too, eh? ❞ An idle inquiry to the newfound presence within her surroundings. Robin much preferred the gentle crashing of waves versus electropop music that played in from the faint distance of the dance floor. Perhaps, she’s getting too old for this. Yet, she hadn’t felt younger in years, her blue eyes glancing down at the amber fluid within her glass – not offering the strange anymore attention then those idle words to make small talk.
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He, also, hadn’t expected to find anyone out here. Everyone was having such a great time inside and all he could think about was home. His friends. His goals. One of the many men he wanted to take down and had even been in the process of going after before being dragged here. The sound of the waves was...calming, to say the least. “Uh. Yeah. I guess I’m just not in the mood for a party. I thought it’d be a good distraction but...” He gave a shrug of his shoulders after trailing off with a sigh. Though his head did turn toward the woman.
“What about you? Not feeling it either, huh?”
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sorry about the spam but i got my drafts done FINALLY. sorry for the wait to those that were waiting.
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@limonadaquimica
THUMP! ...THUMP! ...SLAM!
The sound at the door was harsh and the moment he felt the door give way, he had a gun pointed out, eyes narrowed behind his mask. He rounded the corner and blinked when he saw a girl. A girl he’d never seen before. Not in all the photos he’d taken or been given by his contacts.
“Who the hell are you? And where’d the other guy go? He just ran in here. He couldn’t have gotten far.”
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nightscapist:
FALLING merrily into lassitude, never an erstwhile urgency, isn’t gratifying; so he prowls nighttime with eager eyes, but to no avail is he able to encounter an enfant terrible. Dedication, his trusty ally, trails loosely behind; the word seems balm to him, plenty. Yet, he knows (down to his sturdy bones) that civilians also carry daggers in their hearts, and, he, too, has personal maladies of his own. Goodness be everlasting, he doesn’t frequently sink into those depths, but when he does reacquaint himself with them, a solitary exile in the process, he fights to bypass those insipid horrors, only privately.
—and when they blather on about his tardy condolences, and his shortcomings, and how he simply isn’t good enough, it’s no wonder Dick can’t rest an uninterrupted, peaceful rest.
But, it’s the cheering (boisterous, even from a distance) and piercing laughter that awakens him further; and he’s utterly mesmerized. Before him, a local artist compels observance (garners sufficient attention from the small audience, but not forcibly so, he does), and Dick has reason to admire that (’you gotta begin somewhere’); and he’s kind of got a special place in his heart for innovators, really.
Much too soon does the depletion of his pleasant mood begin, however, once he realizes that what he thought was jollity is nothing but jeering, browbeating (mediocre, but hurtful taunts), and a round of monotonous booing.
A deepening frown on his face, steadily replacing the small grin of reminiscence he must have adorned, it isn’t his brand of justice to ignore this.
Hurriedly, with itchy feet that yearn for a change of pace, he skids to a halt after sprinting, blending in much too easily with the dead of night, save for the boldest blue.
“For god’s sake, stop,” he commands, trying to keep his temper in check (but, more so, the group disperses due to his peculiar appearance, hushed chatter in tow), “What’s with you guys? He’s giving one hell of a show. He’s trying.”
“And, now I’m talking to myself. You put your body and soul into something, and this is how you’re repaid.” @respectinganger.
If it was him? He wouldn’t have let them walk away.
Dick was gentler in his approach, typically. It took someone getting him very mad...which was difficult to do. He was patient. Calculating. Aside from Tim, he was the most like Batman. If Batman cracked cheesy one-liners from time to time.
No. If he had been the one to tell them to stop, they would’ve walked away with a lesson. Not just ‘that damn spandex-clad freak ruined our good time’. Bullies needed bullying to learn their lesson, in his experience. Harsh words, maybe a shove. If they took a swing? They’d be on the ground in no time. He wouldn’t take the first swing, they were just assholes looking to hurt someone who was doing something they loved. It did piss him off. And he almost stepped in to show Dick how it was done but...he waited.
Then when the coast was clear, a slow clap could be heard coming from the shadows. The light caught the red dome of his helmet before the clouded eye lenses came into view, staring right at the great Nightwing before him.
“Boy. You really showed them. I bet they’ll never hurt another innocent person again. If I were in your shoes, I would’ve led with a baton to the back of the thigh or something. Somewhere harmless, y’know. Leave a bruise, a lesson that isn’t just yelling ‘stop’.”
Dick wasn’t soft. He was the first Robin, he’d seen more than any of them had. He was empathetic to a fault though. Jason could be the same...but he had a temper problem. Especially because of the Pit. “...The guy's okay, at least. Aside from maybe a bruise to his pride.”
#nightscapist#dick o1#jason lives to ruin every moment tbh#especially where the batfam is concerned--
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◁ “Nice mask. Can’t say it’s really doing anything for me though.” Mocking voice, she turned around after hitting an alleyway’s dead end to face the person she presumed had been tailing her. She’d expected it after knocking out some jackass that had been barking up the wrong try by flirting with her even after being told to push off. He had some friends nearby, so it wasn’t surprising one might want ‘payback’.
“You with that guy or is your business something else? Either way I’m not really interested.”
“Trust me when I say that the mask isn’t for you.” His gaze did shift over his shoulder in the direction of the guy that she’d left behind. Yeah, he did have friends but they were...incapacitated at the moment. He’d made sure she hadn’t been followed by them and he just wanted to utter a word of caution.
“I’m not with them. And they won’t be bothering you if they know what’s good for them. You look like you can handle yourself but tread lightly with people like that. They’re the type I hunt down and beat the hell out of. They don’t like to be screwed with.”
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“I’d heard you were a doctor...but are you a good one?”
He had to think about his own health, after all. Despite his increase in healing potential because of the Pit, he had to admit that even he needed patching up once in a while. If he didn’t staunch profuse bleeding he very well could have lost too much blood, after all. And he was looking a little rough then and there so that was maybe part of the reason he was doing this in the first place.
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