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Re: JASON TODD | DC COMICS - DONE

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☓ Intranet post sample: [Please note that he won't fourth wall anyone/expose their secret identity without EXPLICIT OOC PERMISSION FROM ALL MUNS INVOLVED, this is just a sample of his voice/etc. I don't plan on this ever happening in-game.]
My ears keep getting this weird burning feeling; you guys wouldn't be talking about me, would you? Now, here's a better question, how do a bunch big league heroes get stuck here on this spit of an island in the middle of nowhere? How do you all deal with each other? Or, really, deal with the big man on campus here.

You know who I'm talking about: Batman. And his best friend Superman.

We have monsters here that can kick anyone's ass sideways, but no one's asked who the real monster is in all of this.

☓ Log post sample:
Jason held his arms out in front of him, chest heaving as he prepped his muscles. With one breath, he jumped and pulled his knees into his chest, focusing on achieving a more vertical lift than backwards. He looked for the floor as his feet went over and he landed smoothly. One back tuck. Then a second, third, fourth, but by the fifth, he was moving into a dangerous area, nearly landing on his head. Okay, time to move onto other skills before he got himself injured.

The mats, thankfully, were springy and perfect for tumbling runs. He planned his run as he dashed forward. Front handspring with a 180-twist (it had more momentum than a simple round-off and was a didn't expose the body as much), back handspring, back handspring, back tuck, and land. Breathe. Gainer, front tuck, losing time pick it up, round-off, push down with the right leg and lift with the left for a side aerial, and a butterfly twist. As soon as the vigilante stopped moving, he cursed mentally. What the hell was that round-off? Those were useless in the field. As well, why had he ended up right back where he started? None of his forward skills were supposed to travel, with the exception of the butterfly twist.

Dammit. When did he start slipping?

None-too-carefully, the former Robin turned around and faced the mat again. A part of him wondered why he was doing this alone when several members of his family were on the island. He didn't want to live with them or make nice, he wanted to get the hell out and back to Gotham before his work became undone. Who was to say that those dirtbags wouldn't take the city back from him? He deserved his place there, he'd earned it and they didn't. They were filth, scum, the dirt under his feet.

After one more breath, Jason began to sprint down down the mats again, muscles churning and screaming, but his mind was clear, focused red.