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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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[ 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. ]

Edited 2011-06-24 00:55 (UTC)

[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.]

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.

[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.]

[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.

[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.

[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.

True enough. But those are generally the only reasons one doesn't show up on the network that often.

[ 'That often,' being the key words there, since she remembers hearing an unfiltered post or two from previous-Jason. Never talked to him, but the voice is familiar. ]

So what are you, if not a lone-wolf newbie? Little Red Riding Hood?

[ 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?

_{( 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. )}

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[ 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. ]

Edited 2011-06-24 10:12 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[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.]

[ 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?

[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.]

[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.]

Still none of the above. Wow, you're bad at guessing.

[Jason crosses his arms and shrugs as nonchalantly as he can manage with the excitement dancing through him. A Super caught off her guard.]

I don't think the superhero business is cut out for you. Just don't pick up that cape from the dry cleaners.

[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.

[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.]

[ ...Okay, well, now she's picking up on some of the oddity of his reaction. Sure, he's always pretty cool and nonchalant, but -- cold? Nervous, even?

The smile fades and she casts a quick look around, looking for anything out of place. And when she fails to pick out any little red floating dots of sniper rifles, or anything similarly alarming, she springs down from her perch to Jason's level, attention focused on him again as she approaches. ]

Something up?

[Jason curses the fact that he's maybe not doing so great at the playing cool thing. He's gotten rusty since he almost entirely dropped his civillian identity in his lust for revenge. When she lands down close to him, he doesn't move or take a step back. ]

Disoriented. [It's a lie, but he hopes it'll explain what could be weird behavior from him. He figures that maybe she's an ally from the future, or someone trying to get in close enough to kill him. Either way, he's not letting his guard down around her.]

[ Disoriented. From the Porter bringing him back? Maybe. He hadn't been last time.

He also didn't wear the helmet much, last time.

She stops short suddenly, eyes widening behind those oversized shades. She could kick herself for not having thought of this, never having considered it. She's never had it happen to her so far, but -- she knows it's possible. Make friends with someone, lose them to the Porter, then have the Porter offer you up a brand new one. A fresh copy. Just 19.99, memories not included.

Very carefully: ] Do you know my name?

[Jason hesitates in answering, taking in her expession. He knows what it feels like to be forgotten, brushed under the rug and left to rot, and despite his best efforts, he simply doesn't know her. If he was here before, he doesn't remember one bit of it and, while a very small part feels bad for Carrie, a much larger part feels angry that he's lost some information somewhere along the way.

Still, she still earns an honest answer:] No.

He en't a dog. [Lyra tilts her head, squinting at the mask.]

I can take care of myself. [Absently, she pulls out her communicator.]

You en't from around here, are you?

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

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6:30 amish.

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5 AMish!!

i am horrible at picking times lets just say 2

1:20AM!!

7:15!

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2 it is!

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