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.]

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[xuffasch]

_{( Lip curling on this end, too. Looks as though the feeling is mutual. )}

I was talking about your big red cone of shame, Todd. What, was it getting too hard to pass under doorways?

[secondrate]

Can't embarrass me with things I haven't done.

[But the suspicion and almost natural hate is growing. Who the he'll does this kid think he is?]

[xuffasch]

<sub>( Oh. Now Damian has to pause to think for a moment. Does this mean...Todd actually doesn't know who he is...and the Drake thing was an honest mistake and not a dig...

He's not sure if he's more or less angry, now. )</sub>

I suppose not. It's worth pointing out that your decision-making skills haven't improved, any.

_{( Giving that helmet such a judging look. )}

[secondrate]

[Jason rolls his eyes and is determined to not get too pissed off at the kid. The helmet was just as much a weapon as nothing else on his person. ]

Tell me that again when you get a batarang in the face.

[xuffasch]

I doubt your aim has improved that much.

_{( The bravado is just that, however; Damian remembers what happened the last two times he went up against Jason. And both times, Dick had been there. Still, it's not as if they're actually fighting at the moment, so he doesn't dial down the arrogance and derision in his tone. )}

[secondrate]

Says the ten-year-old kid pretending to be Robin.

[But Jason could never attack Damian; kids had a special place in his book, even if they annoyed him to hell. He shrugs and laughs a little. At least Dick Grayson, boy wonder, hadn't had such a mouth on him.]

[xuffasch]

Who's pretending?

_{( It's alright, Jason, Damian will soon cure you of such reservations. )}

But then, I'm not the one in the dark.

[secondrate]

[Jason narrows his eyes inside his helmet at that; he knows he's at a disadvantage, but there's very little he can do about it.]

At least Drake can take a beating like a man.

[xuffasch]

_{( Another surge of anger at the comparison, but Damian attempts to swallow it. He knows when he's being baited, even though he often doesn't act like it. )}

Right. I'm supposed to believe getting beaten is a strength?

[secondrate]

[Jason rolls his eyes underneath his helmet, but approving maybe just a little bit. Bet Bruce is having a hard time handling this kid.]

Taking it like a man is. You're going to get beat if you're against me, kid. If you're going to do this job, you're going to get beat.

[xuffasch]

_{( Or he may just...not be dealing with him. )}

I hardly need advice about my job from you.

Tt. It hardly takes much skill to surpass you.

[secondrate]

[Jason raises an eyebrow. Well isn't this kid a big bucket of sunshine.]

Keep saying that now.