No one to answer to.

[secondrate]

WHO: Jason Todd and OPEN
WHERE: The rooftops in the City, specifics are up to you!
WHEN: Friday, early morning (~2-8 amish?)
WARNINGS: Potential violence, crude language.
SUMMARY: Jason arrives in the City and decides to explore.
FORMAT: Action or paragraphs, whichever you'd prefer! I'll start with action, though.


[Well, this is different. Definitely not Gotham anymore. Looks more like New York. At least, he still has a few things on him. And by a few things, that means his pistols, jacket full of "toys," knife, and helmet, which in itself is quite an arsenal. He remains still for only a matter of moments as he stares around from under his domino mask before he pulls his helmet on and sets off for the roof. Feeling the wind against the leather is far more comfortable than sitting around inside waiting for his neck to heal. Death would have been faster, honestly. Even now, with bandages wrapped tightly underneath kevlar, he can feel skin pulling and straining. Yet, he ignores that pain and lands on the lip of the nearest building.

With the extra height, he can now see that it's neither Gotham nor New York, but some strange city that makes deja vu kick him in the side of the head. Still, it's unfamiliar enough to throw him.

What the hell is this?

Propping one leg up on the stone, he glances around for something he can latch onto, something to guide the building blocks of what could be a new life in a new city.]

Comments

and eenie meenie miney moe said kara. so have a flying torso. ALSO LET'S SAY 3AMISH??

[skort]

[ Kara's been keeping to herself a lot since Clark and Diana both left. Keeping to herself and keeping as busy as possible. Which really isn't that hard to do in the City, what with everything going to hell every other Tuesday. Between the craziness that's just part and parcel with this place and job hunting and apartment hunting and actively trying to stay away from the soap opera that is the two people she lives with, well.

Let's just say that sometimes a girl's gotta get out and have some time to fly by herself every once in a while. Which is why there's a blonde in civvies zooming past whatever roof Jason's on. Kara gets maybe five blocks away before she pulls up short and realizes that, hey. Wait a minute. Guy on a rooftop not wearing spandex with a helmet. That's got the potential to be kind of fishy.

So about half a minute after the fly-by she doubles back to the roof and raises an eyebrow at Jason. ]

You know, most people with the whole mask-and-kevlar, hanging on rooftops thing actually have a costume. Not just cargo pants. [ ... And then she realizes, oh right. She's in jeans and a hoodie. Welp. ]

3 AM!

[secondrate]

[Jason furrows his eyebrows when Kara zooms past him the first time. Okay, so one of the Supers is in town. He didn't get the best look the first time, but when she starts to double back, the vigilante's almost grateful. He's not about to underestimate her, but he'd be more worried about the big man than Princess Pea. Still, a Super is a Super, regardless, don't get too cocky.]

So, where's your costume, expert?

[Still, the fact that she mentioned a costume starts ringing his alarm bells.]

[skort]

It's at the dry cleaners. The cape isn't machine washable.

[ Spoilers: it's in her closet.

She shoves her hands into her pockets and gives Jason a little bit of a smile. There's something about him that's familiar, but as she's never really met him, two and two aren't coming together quite yet. ]

I don't think I've seen you around before. Did you just get here, or are you the lone wolf type? Or, you know. Both.

[secondrate]

[Jason pockets his hands smirking underneath the helmet. This lack of knowledge on her part makes him feel all too happy; it's an advantage.]

C. None of the above. Not everyone fits into two categories.

6:30 amish.

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

[Lyra knew she should probably go back to bed. But she'd gotten up early today, and had decided that she might as well head out on a walk with Pantalaimon while there weren't too many people around who'd want to know why a girl her age was going around alone with a strange animal.]

Re: 6:30 amish.

[secondrate]

[Jason frowns darkly when he spots a girl walking by herself at this hour of the morning. It's not something unusual, considering his usual habitat, but it doesn't make him the slightest bit comfortable. He's already swooping down with his jump line to land a few feet from her.]

You probably shouldn't be out here.

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

[Lyra flinches back slightly, apparently nervous but still slightly defiant. She's really starting to get sick of this, and Pantalaimon's expression is exasperated, which is far more honest a show of feelings than the expression on Lyra's face.]

And I can probably take care of myself better than you know.

[secondrate]

[Jason already loves the spirit in this kid and is sorely tempted to pull off the helmet. She's got a fire that he remembers having himself when he was a kid. Living on the streets will instill that in anyone. So, instead, he squats down a little bit, resting his elbows on his knees.]

No, I'm sure you can, kid. Just don't think you should be wandering around with only Fido here.

5 AMish!!

[slingshots]

[ She's done training with Miho for the night, she's made a few rounds, and she knows perfectly well that she really ought to turn in. More training tomorrow, after all. And Cass doesn't go very easy, sleep deprivation or not. So she's just about to kill the mad leaps into space and slinking about in the shadows-- when she catches a familiar silhouette against a street light.

A very familiar silhouette.

She catches her breath for a second, but -- but it can't be him, right? He'd been ported out. Again. And then quietly she hears Tim pointing out to her that the Porter seems to really like Jason. That he'd be back. And she'd know that silhouette, that style, those moves -- well, anywhere. She's grinning even before she launches herself after him, excitement in every flip and bound. ]

Jason! When'd you get in?

Re: 5 AMish!!

[secondrate]

[Jason isn't quite sure who's following him and even less sure when he hears her voice, but his paranoia is already spiked up. Honestly, he only thinks that Bruce, Talia, and R'as know he's alive and having someone else just makes things difficult. Neatly, he lands on next roof over and aleady has his hand on his pistol, but not yet drawing it out.]

Not that long ago.

[She knows him and his real name, but she's also pretty young, almost in the kid category. There's no way he'll shoot a kid.]

What's with the costume?

[As far as he knows, there's only Tim Drake as Robin at the moment and his costume definitely doesn't look like that. Then again, some punk was dressed up in one too this morning, so maybe it's some kind of fad.]

[slingshots]

[ On anyone else, at any other time, she'd read the wariness as clearly as day. The hand on his gun is a pretty big giveaway, after all. But this? This is Jason, who's finally back again, who's got time to keep up vigilance for little details she doesn't expect to see? She's still grinning when she flips to her perch at the edge of an AC unit, just a half a level above Jason. ]

Shoulda said, spud. [ and a quick, vaguely puzzled glance down at her suit, then up at Jason again. ] ...You expecting something else, or what?

[secondrate]

[Jason swallows when she flips up higher than him, reading that as a sign of her having the upper hand in the situation. Spud? He forces himself to relax and play casual, pocketing his hands.]

Guess not. [Okay, this is getting even more weird. She knows him, thinks that he knows her, and is prancing around in a Robin costume. Maybe it doesn't mean anything anymore. Maybe she'll get herself killed.]

i am horrible at picking times lets just say 2

[xuffasch]

<sub>( It a city like this, the rooftops are practically a hang-out spot, given how many imports are prone spending time on them. Although Damian would like to count himself as an exception to this rule, he is anything but. And so even on nights like this one, when he's not patrolling actively with Batman, he finds himself scampering across them--it is the most convenient form of transport he can come up with on short notice.

He tends to avoid other figures when he sees them, but tonight he spots a new one which he doesn't recognize immediately. That's enough cause for him to try to subtly edge his way closer. )</sub>

2 it is!

[secondrate]

[Jason hates it when people get the jump on him, but it still takes him a couple moments to hear the sound of smaller, lighter feet. He turns the wrong way at first, his senses betraying as they adapt to his new ability that he's currently completely unaware of. When he turns the other way, he thinks he catches a glimpse of Damian's bright colors and almost smiles underneath the helmet, thinking it's one of the other Robins: Tim Drake.

Drake. That stupid kid. Any rematch would be just as much of a beatdown as ever. He's got some skills, but not enough to take Jason down. Still, Jason hates the thought of being so easily replaced by a kid who claims to have hunted down the greatest detective on Earth.]

Drake, there's no need to hide.

[He slides one of his pistols out of the holster.]

[xuffasch]

_{( Two things happen when Jason speaks. The first is that Damian recognizes his voice, and so now knows who he is. The second is that being mistaken for Drake makes him very angry very quickly. So instead of responding right away, he just darts forward and attempts to knock Jason over. Not a particularly elegant move, but one he thinks is fairly effective. )}

Who's hiding?

[secondrate]

[Jason has the fortunate advantage of having expected someone bigger to attack him, so he staggers but doesn't get completely knocked over by Damian's assault. Still, it's enough to prevent him from trying to wrangle the Robin like one would usually handle a ten-year-old.

Wait, ten-year-old? That can't be Drake.

There's another Robin (another replacement)? Had he really failed Bruce that badly that he needed two more Robins? Jason's lucky the helmet hides his surprise. He can't believe it. How could Bruce do this to him, especially now that he knows that Jason is alive?]

You were, shortstack. Lurking is still hiding.

1:20AM!!

[gevurah]

[ It's not Gotham but the rooftops, alleyways and ledges are hardly foreign to Kate -- maybe even easier to maneuver about. The way she leaps from across one roof to another, one might not guess she has only been in the City for a couple of days. Every land is graceful and confident, and she slinks about quietly, examining all her surroundings.

It's the only real way to get a "feel" of the City, anyway.

From the corner of her peripheral vision, she spots a figure on the opposite building. In this new dimension, it's a guarantee she will only come across people she will not recognize. She prefers not to deal with others if she can and settles for watching for now, taking a step back to blend with the building's shadows. ]

Re: 1:20AM!!

[secondrate]

[There's a small niggling feeling in the back of his head, like he's being watched, and he's been in Gotham long enough to not ignore it, no matter how insignificant it seems. He pulls his leg back from the ledge and prepares himself for what he thinks could be a fight or a confrontation he really doesn't want to deal with. All those crazy mooks and capes that hang around on rooftops aren't the best to pal around with.

Still, he's silent as well, for once, not wanting to necessarily give himself away to an unknown presence. So, instead, he prepares a jump line and swings across to another rooftop, hoping that whoever this stranger is would follow him across.]

[gevurah]

[ The figure is most likely baiting her but Kate herself has always been one to take them, anyway. She waits for him to land over on the next building and trains down the rooftop towards the ledge while pulling out her own line and shooting it across, further away from where the other has now landed.

She swings across and descends onto another side of the roof. Her cape drapes over her body while she crouches. She stands, eyes focused on rooftop. ]</small

7:15!

[batmantled.livejournal.com]

[ In between plowing though a drug ring, finding a missing child, stopping a rape, subduing an early-morning gangfight, and taking his third grazing on that arm for the week it’s officially time to admit that he might have pushed it a little too far tonight. Now that the light’s making it a lot harder not to acknowledge just how badly those stitches are jury-rigged. Alfred would’ve killed him.

He’s on his way in and his head’s already on breakfast, already with Damian and that indiscretion they’re going need to talk through sometime soon, maybe even already in bed for the day when he turns his head and sees him. Sees Jason.

And just like that his heart clenches up. Hard enough that he drops the line he's holding and has to land down near the gutter. Does he want to do this now. Can he do this now.

He's pushing that half-second he has to make a decision, and finally he has to throw it to takes a sharp dive down without bothering to check his momentum. This isn't a confrontation Jason's edging his way out of. Not this time. ]

Re: 7:15!

[secondrate]

[Well this has been a night full of reunions and Jasons's about ten seconds from losing his cool when he hears the flap of a cape in the dawn. He's very lucky that the sun has already risen and he's had the joy of experiencing that ten minutes of blindness as his eyes re-adjust to the light. Already, he hates whatever this place has done to him and all the people he's had to talk to this morning. His reputation as Red Hood seems to already be in the gutter, laid out by something or someone else. He's not all that sure which.

The flap of the cape alerts the vigilante to the presence of likely another Bat and he turns to see what appears to be Bruce swooping down. Crap. Crap. Jason didn't plan this, but he's not about to just run away like a scared kid. Still, he's not about to be caught flat-footed and his hand goes to his pistol just when he notices there's something different.

Not Bruce.

Someone else is wearing the cowl. Someone else is wearing the cowl. On instinct, he springs toward Dick, knife out and planning to tear that cowl right off if he can.]

[batmantled.livejournal.com]

[ Maybe in all those nights he's spent thinking - agonizing - over this again and again this scenario occurred to him once or twice. That by the time he got close enough to see the spark again he'd be too late. Too slow.

Blocking that first strike feels like moving in slow motion. He twists a little and aims instead at using the forward motion to throw him. Pin him. Get that knife out of his hand. ]

/laaaate to the party/ 3 a.m.?

[miaiam.livejournal.com]

[Mia had just come back from a coffee with one of her sources, Annie, who worked the streets in the city's rougher end of town. Annie was a little bit older than her, but had never been a teen prostitute like Mia had been. Mia'd given Annie the money Laura Kinney took off a bunch of drug dealers, and had shared with Mia. Annie'd been a little annoyed at first; saying that she didn't need extra cash, but Mia told her it was for her help. Annie then revealed a few other locations Mia should be checking out and that's what led her to running across the rooftops and spotting this stupid asshole.

She recognized him right away and her usual cheerful demeanour turned sour. Her heart rose up in her chest. It was like the city had just dropped her own personal hell on this rooftop. On the one hand, she really, really, really didn't want to have a conversation with anyone, let alone this jerk, about her past. On the other hand, she really wanted to kick his ass for the last time they met.]

"The importer's just letting in all the assholes, isn't she," Mia said loud enough as she let fly an arrow that landed near him as a warning shot.

Sorry for the late response! I would say 3:30, as Supergirl's at 3am.

[secondrate]

[Jason blinks when the arrow lands beside him. Well, great, there's someone else around who uses arrows. It clearly isn't the Green Arrow, but maybe it's Speedy. He knows all about most of the heroes and sidekicks running around pretending to do good, but if there's anyone he identifies with, it's Speedy. He knew bits and pieces of her past from what his investigations could gather, but not the whole story.]

Yeah, she thinks that the percent asshole per capita was a little low. So here I am.

[He holds out his arms and shrugs. Some days he really enjoys being who he is.]

No worries!! =D 3:30 it is!

[miaiam.livejournal.com]

[Mia kept her bow at the ready. She knew from fighting him before he was unpredictable and bigger, stronger and more skilled than her. 'Great, it's just like stupid David and Goliath, except this time, David has boobs,' she thought.]

Right. So, you've identified the problem. 'Cause you know, I wouldn't want you to have any identity issues about your douchebaggery when I lay your ass out.

[She couldn't help but use the big game talk, even though she knew he was already on to that strategy of hers. It didn't matter though, because all she really wanted to do was punch him in the face.]