001 [hotel/lobby; open to anyone!]
Jason Todd had been trained to deal with a variety of situations. From his first day training with Bruce Wayne (The Batman), to the training he'd undergone by himself after he'd come back from the dead, he was pretty confident that he could handle most everything thrown his way.
Which was why it was significant when, between one blink and the next, the rooftop and Bruce had disappeared, and a hotel lobby had taken their place.
Jason jerked forward reflexively, confused. He looked this way and that, jerkily, eyes falling on a receptionist. Was this a hallucination? It felt real enough, and he hadn't heard anyone come up on the roof, even through the patter of rain. Rain which was nonexistent, though Jason himself was still wet.
He growled in his throat, sliding his knife back into his jacket. With strong, purposeful (okay, he was stomping) strides over to the doorway, ignoring the query from the receptionist about where he was going, and exited the hotel.
This was most definitely not Gotham. The area was too goddamn nice, and even the nicest parts of Gotham weren't designed like this, weren't edged with luxury and gold.
And he was standing in the middle of it, soaking wet and in a mask and armed to the bones.
Where the hell was he?
He turned and headed back into the lobby, going up to the receptionist and demanding answers. She gave them, seemingly unfazed; he was in El Dorado, thank you for coming, here's your room key and your cell phone.
No, there were not planes out of here, sir, so you should sit back and relax.
No, not even if you point your knife in my face.
Threatening her didn't seem to do anything, so Jason just swiped the keys and the cell phone, scowling.
Might as well check out this room before someone saw him, if he was that lucky.
((omg need tags))
Which was why it was significant when, between one blink and the next, the rooftop and Bruce had disappeared, and a hotel lobby had taken their place.
Jason jerked forward reflexively, confused. He looked this way and that, jerkily, eyes falling on a receptionist. Was this a hallucination? It felt real enough, and he hadn't heard anyone come up on the roof, even through the patter of rain. Rain which was nonexistent, though Jason himself was still wet.
He growled in his throat, sliding his knife back into his jacket. With strong, purposeful (okay, he was stomping) strides over to the doorway, ignoring the query from the receptionist about where he was going, and exited the hotel.
This was most definitely not Gotham. The area was too goddamn nice, and even the nicest parts of Gotham weren't designed like this, weren't edged with luxury and gold.
And he was standing in the middle of it, soaking wet and in a mask and armed to the bones.
Where the hell was he?
He turned and headed back into the lobby, going up to the receptionist and demanding answers. She gave them, seemingly unfazed; he was in El Dorado, thank you for coming, here's your room key and your cell phone.
No, there were not planes out of here, sir, so you should sit back and relax.
No, not even if you point your knife in my face.
Threatening her didn't seem to do anything, so Jason just swiped the keys and the cell phone, scowling.
Might as well check out this room before someone saw him, if he was that lucky.
((omg need tags))