I'm bored of cheap and cheerful, I want expensive sadness

[undeadsidekick]

WHO: Jason Todd and You!
WHERE: Lower Manhattan, China Town.
WHEN: Backdated to the night of September 6th, morning of the 7th.
WARNINGS: Gang-related violence, bad language.
SUMMARY: Jason's Cityversary hit, he felt it, and decided to make the rest of the drug trade in lower Manhattan feel it, too.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start and then tagger's choice. I really don't have a preference. Just specify a timeframe (9pm to like... 4am) and we'll work from there!



It's was a night for early September, and for the first time in a while, Jason didn't feel incredibly aware of the heavy leather jacket, or the fiberglass helmet encasing his skull. It was effortless to leap from building to building, heading Brooklyn bridge and on uptown. He settled, finally, a few blocks short of Grand street, waiting for the remains of the Zero's Children gang to show up.

They were unaware and painfully disorganized since Bauer decided to have his party in bumfuck Eastern Europe, which was probably the point. Still, it's not like the former polices chief intended to let the Lower East Side go to shit, so Jason figured this is probably as good a resolution as any. Besides, he was getting bored just defending territory. That was never his game, anyway.

The first two to recognize him don't seem scared. They're blustering right up to the first shots fired and the bullet hits the bone, which brings the air of misnomer attached to that phrase to a new level, or takes it back to a literal sense, Jason isn't really sure which. It probably didn't matter much at that point, when one of them was crashing to the ground and he was warning the other to back the fuck up lest the same thing happen to him. Not really using the word "lest". Thinking it, maybe, but it'd be lost on the pimping, drug-dealing scum that worked these parts.

"You're alive for a reason. Tell your boss and whatever friends you've got left that you're working for me now. Now move. Shoulder wounds don't keep you from running." He knew, vaguely, that the commotion would probably bring out all kinds of hell. But then, if Jason wanted to be honest with himself tonight, he'd admit that he left Brooklyn looking for a fight. That was the only reason to come up here. But he wasn't being honest and he wasn't thinking about it. Honesty was for superheroes and chumps, sometimes both. The Red Hood wasn't either.

Comments

fine be that way <--- that is now an autofill for me. (unsure)

[undeadsidekick]

Estefania was nowhere near Jason's radar that night. By the time Helena had found him he'd migrated from China Town, to Tribeca, which, in turn, led into Soho. As such, by 11:16pm, he's leaning up on the raised windowsill of one of those towering, pre-war, multi-use buildings that seem to grow like fungus in that area. This one loomed ominously, the dim lights of whatever shop was closing reflecting strangely on the suspiciously empty lot between it, and the next, towering, less-than-stable-looking formerly residential monstrosity a few street numbers down. In that suspiciously empty lot were two of Jason's next targets for the night. They're quiet, ducking under shadows and obviously waiting for something. That's alright, he could be patient enough.

It's wasn't until Helena stopped moving that he noticed the purple and white of her costume. His eyes narrowed under the mask, mentally trying to reason through her game. Huntress doesn't do much on this side of town, as far as he could remember. Whatever, he could deal with the problems as they presented themselves. It was just a matter of staying ahead of whatever self-righteous, blindly moralistic idea had worked its way into her head this time.

/is that way 8) also watch me switch tenses like a boss

[amiga]

Once he stopped moving, she figured she'd been caught. After waiting several seconds to see if he would pull out a weapon on her, she slips into full view hands raised in mock surrender. That didn't mean she couldn't have her crossbow aimed at him in a second if need be. Contrary to her better judgement and the advice of everyone else in the family, Helena would rather not needlessly provoke Jason by walking into the situation like she was expecting it to end in violence. People tended to cooperate better if you gave them the chance to act decently.

"We should talk." So much for an extended greeting, right? Dick was the one with the gift for gab. Helena excelled at getting right to the point. She assumed her adoptive-alternate universe sibling would appreciate that trait. "Do you have a moment?"

tenses are for sheep and you're a shark, bb

[undeadsidekick]

He cocked an eyebrow, not that she could tell under the mask. Who the hell asked politely if someone had the time, if you so please to chat before what was obviously going to be a firefight. Or just a generic slaughter, actually. It occurred to him a moment later that perhaps it was her intention to distract him from it. No, he was not having it. Not even if she was probably right. They probably did need to talk. Probably.

Jumping down from his perch, he moved quickly, keeping to the shadows and moving closer to his targets. It was easy enough to pretend not to hear her. Probably less complicated, too. And hey, there were other ways of getting her to leave him the hell alone if she couldn't take a hint.

/has no neck, is a shark

[amiga]

If that was an invitation for her to scram, it was lost somewhere in the translation. She frowned but didn't hesitate to trail him, putting enough faith in his humanity that he wasn't leading her into some sort of ambush. Probably not the smartest of moves, but doing this sort of thing night in and night out took more balls than brains, or so she could justify it if pressed later on.

"Those men will be there in two minutes," she said, more urgently this time, voice in a low, sharp whisper. "Or call it in if you're worried they're trigger happy. We need to speak."