dontvotemeout: (blank: looking down)
Jason had come back to the dorms after class and taken a shower, and yet he still felt like he had powdered sugar in his hair. Stupid island. He wouldn't have minded real snow, even if that would have made it even colder outside.

The decision to not go back outside for anything was easy, so Jason was curled up on his bed, picking at his hair and flipping through a book of Russian phrases. If Bruce quizzed him the next time he went home, he was going to be so screwed.

[Door and post are open!]
dontvotemeout: (sad: looking down)
Jason had been feeling weird all week, but it was nothing compared to today. He hadn't been around people too much, but every time he talked, little things that he hadn't meant to say kept coming out. He was pretty sure it wasn't just him - the island did seem to love screwing with people in great big batches, after all - but avoiding people as much as he could still seemed like the wisest course of action. Even though it was nighttime, he decided to go for as long of a run as he could.

Yes, he'd already gone for a run this morning. He still had way too much energy to burn off.

[For one person in particular, but feel free to come across him if you'd like!]
dontvotemeout: (angry: arguing)
The day after Jason's first encounter with Two-Face, two major events happened: Bruce gave a crapload of money to Gotham Memorial Hospital, and Two-Face robbed the Second Bank of Gotham.

Jason was aware of neither of these things, because he'd never made it out of bed.

In which there is brooding, introspection, and attempted murder. You know, like the average day in Gotham. )

[NFB, NFI, OOC okay! Dialogue and action adapted from Batman #411. Warnings: more comic violence and discussion of character death. But no shortpants this time.]
dontvotemeout: (comic: dark profile)
When Bruce had told Jason to come home this weekend, Jason hadn't been able to find out what was going on. Bruce insisted he'd fill Jason in on everything once he got back to Gotham, which Jason pointed out made it sound like Bruce didn't actually know what was going on yet, at which point Jason was told to just get home as quickly as he could, which meant Jason was probably right. He really liked when that happened.

In which Jason is reckless, and then gets some unsuspected news. )

[NFB, NFI, OOC okay! Dialogue and action adapted from Batman #410. Warnings: comic violence and character death, sort of.]
dontvotemeout: (comic: bus riding the robin way)
Jason still hadn't been sure what his test would be when he'd set out from the manor. Bruce had called it the Gauntlet, and had told him to go out, observe the city, and wait for further instructions. That part was fine with Jason - one of the few things he didn't like about Fandom was the lack of tall buildings, and being in Baltimore had reminded him just how much fun travel by grappling gun could be. There was no lack of places from which to swing and swoop around in Gotham either, and even taking the scenic route, Jason made it to Bruce's checkpoint in record time. As he waited to be contacted, he was starting to think this wouldn't be so hard after all.

And then he ran - almost literally - into Nightwing.

Together they make, like, a Robin and a half. Poor short Jason. )

[Well, that got longer than I thought it'd be. :) Plot and dialogue taken and tweaked from Nightwing: Year One. NFI, OOC okay, etc. :)]
dontvotemeout: (blank: over my shoulder)
Jason wasn't sure if it was possible to die from anticipation, but the way he figured it, he was only a few days away from finding out. As soon as he'd arrived in Gotham, he'd known that something was up. It was way too cold at home for August, and it didn't take long for him to learn that that was because at home, it was September. And here he'd thought Fandom's weirdness would stop at the island's borders.

Read more... )
dontvotemeout: (happy: uncertain smile)
Jason had taken his mother to get muffins and coffee for breakfast, and now they were out on the beach with their bounty, watching the water roll in. Well, Catherine was watching the water. Jason was watching her, still feeling the occasional rush of disbelief that she was really here.

"The view's pretty nice here, huh?" he said, picking at the wrapper on his muffin. Never mind the fact that it was nice all over. That's what happens when you live on an island, Jason.
dontvotemeout: (sad: brooding)
After his classes were over, Jason had gone back to his room and fallen asleep, just like yesterday. And just like yesterday, he'd dreamed of his mother.

His last dream had been a happy one, about a time before she'd gotten sick, when his dad was still around and they were a real family. But the latest dream hadn't been nearly as nice. He'd dreamed about one of the days when she'd been so sick that she couldn't even get out of bed, when he'd dropped everything to try to make her better, and ultimately failed. It wasn't a time he liked thinking about at all, and when he woke up, he tried to clear his head and focus on something, anything else.

But his mother seemed to be all he could keep on his mind, especially when he tried to distract himself by writing a message to Bruce about how his classes were going. He wondered what she'd think of his current situation, of training to try to become a superhero's sidekick. It was still pretty unreal, and Jason liked to think she'd be happy about how lucky he'd turned out to be. Imagining her smile did manage to make him feel a little better.

dontvotemeout: (Default)
I tried to bullet point the newbie, but it just didn't work.

About this Jason Todd kid... )

I didn't intend for that to be so long, oops. Anyway, on to the rest of my folks!

Blame Tracy for the distracting format! )


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