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

[secondrate]

[Jason swivels back toward Dick once the knife makes contact and forces the knife toward the side of Dick's neck, attempting to slice that cowl off and reveal the face underneath. He has to know.]

How about who the hell you are and what you think you're doing pretending to be the Big Bad Bat.

[batmantled.livejournal.com]

[ and of course it's the cowl he's going for. There's no way he can twist enough to avoid the blow completely, so he lets the mask go and aims a kick at the nearest kidney instead. It's on, now. ]

[secondrate]

[Jason sacrifices the crippling blow to his kidney, trying to just breathe through the pain as the cowl comes off. He's about to celebrate, despite the pain and the fact that he's landing flat on his back, when the recognition dawns almost instantaneously. Grayson. The Dickie-bird. The good son. After everything Jason had done for Gotham, after everything he'd proven to Bruce, Dick was wearing the cowl? No. No.

His rage blazed savagely through his chest as he abandoned the knife for one of his pistols and made an attempt to aim it at his 'brother.' The raw anger seared across his face as he grit his teeth underneath the helmet, gnashed them together.]

[batmantled.livejournal.com]

[no time to think it through this time, he's diving for the gun and throwing his whole weight behind the lunge, aiming at taking him in a bear hug straight down to the roof. If Jason won't pull the punches he can't afford the luxury either. ]

[secondrate]

[The hug took him down to the roof as planned, knocking the pistol from Jason's hands. It skittered across the concrete and for a brief moment, the vigilante was truly pinned.]