[closed] How can it be we never see -
Who: Quatre Raberba Winner(ironinvelvet ) and Jason Todd (jaytodd )
When: Backdated to Friday 18th, the morning.
Where: Quatre's place.
Format: Paragraph.
What: Quatre and Jason have a long overdue talk.
Warnings: ... oh boy. Warnings for implied violence (and probably actual violence), language, daddy- and family-issues, messed and fucked up people that we love.
Jason surveyed the place, from the rooftop he had elected as a seat. Climbing around was a good morning workout, and those roofs were begining to feel familiar, like Gotham's had been. A grapplin gun'd do wonder for the speed of the 'climbing around', but so far he hadn't seen any at the found goods shop.
There wasn't many people out yet - maids and street kids and sellers mostly, the crowd that was interested by point A to point B and the way in between, not the roofs and the birds and whatever else was above their heads. Jason was as good as invisible there.
He focused his attention back on the building a jump over from him.
Quatre lived there. There hadn't been a move from the brat yet. He couldn't see inside Quat's room, but he had seen the other occupants come and go; Quatre was still inside. He counted the windows - the third one he was certain opened into the younger boy's room.
He jumped, landing on his feets and grabbing at a ledge, his hands level with the wanted window. He knocked on the glass.
Quat' 'd better open soon. The multitude of bruises on him was making itself felt.
When: Backdated to Friday 18th, the morning.
Where: Quatre's place.
Format: Paragraph.
What: Quatre and Jason have a long overdue talk.
Warnings: ... oh boy. Warnings for implied violence (and probably actual violence), language, daddy- and family-issues, messed and fucked up people that we love.
Jason surveyed the place, from the rooftop he had elected as a seat. Climbing around was a good morning workout, and those roofs were begining to feel familiar, like Gotham's had been. A grapplin gun'd do wonder for the speed of the 'climbing around', but so far he hadn't seen any at the found goods shop.
There wasn't many people out yet - maids and street kids and sellers mostly, the crowd that was interested by point A to point B and the way in between, not the roofs and the birds and whatever else was above their heads. Jason was as good as invisible there.
He focused his attention back on the building a jump over from him.
Quatre lived there. There hadn't been a move from the brat yet. He couldn't see inside Quat's room, but he had seen the other occupants come and go; Quatre was still inside. He counted the windows - the third one he was certain opened into the younger boy's room.
He jumped, landing on his feets and grabbing at a ledge, his hands level with the wanted window. He knocked on the glass.
Quat' 'd better open soon. The multitude of bruises on him was making itself felt.