No one to answer to.

[under_thehood]

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.

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7:15!

[batmantled]

[ 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. ]

Re: 7:15!

[under_thehood]

[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

[batmantled]

[ Maybe in all those nights he's spent thinking - agonizing - over this again and again this scenario occurred to him once or twice. That by the time he got close enough to see the spark again he'd be too late. Too slow.

Blocking that first strike feels like moving in slow motion. He twists a little and aims instead at using the forward motion to throw him. Pin him. Get that knife out of his hand. ]

[under_thehood]

[Jason goes right over Dick's shoulder, feeling stupid for having rushed at this... this stranger. He lands hard on his side, but focuses on getting to his feet again, knife clenched tight still in his hand.]

Impostor.

/laaaate to the party/ 3 a.m.?

[miaiam]

[Mia had just come back from a coffee with one of her sources, Annie, who worked the streets in the city's rougher end of town. Annie was a little bit older than her, but had never been a teen prostitute like Mia had been. Mia'd given Annie the money Laura Kinney took off a bunch of drug dealers, and had shared with Mia. Annie'd been a little annoyed at first; saying that she didn't need extra cash, but Mia told her it was for her help. Annie then revealed a few other locations Mia should be checking out and that's what led her to running across the rooftops and spotting this stupid asshole.

She recognized him right away and her usual cheerful demeanour turned sour. Her heart rose up in her chest. It was like the city had just dropped her own personal hell on this rooftop. On the one hand, she really, really, really didn't want to have a conversation with anyone, let alone this jerk, about her past. On the other hand, she really wanted to kick his ass for the last time they met.]"The importer's just letting in all the assholes, isn'

Sorry for the late response! I would say 3:30, as Supergirl's at 3am.

[under_thehood]

[Jason blinks when the arrow lands beside him. Well, great, there's someone else around who uses arrows. It clearly isn't the Green Arrow, but maybe it's Speedy. He knows all about most of the heroes and sidekicks running around pretending to do good, but if there's anyone he identifies with, it's Speedy. He knew bits and pieces of her past from what his investigations could gather, but not the whole story.]

Yeah, she thinks that the percent asshole per capita was a little low. So here I am.

[He holds out his arms and shrugs. Some days he really enjoys being who he is.]

No worries!! =D 3:30 it is!

[miaiam]

[Mia kept her bow at the ready. She knew from fighting him before he was unpredictable and bigger, stronger and more skilled than her. 'Great, it's just like stupid David and Goliath, except this time, David has boobs,' she thought.]

Right. So, you've identified the problem. 'Cause you know, I wouldn't want you to have any identity issues about your douchebaggery when I lay your ass out.

[She couldn't help but use the big game talk, even though she knew he was already on to that strategy of hers. It didn't matter though, because all she really wanted to do was punch him in the face.]

3:30!

[under_thehood]

[Jason grins over at her, drawing out one of his pistols painfully slowly. This is all too amusing. First the Super, now Green Arrow's sidekick. What a great day this would be.]

Let's see how much bite you have to go with that bark.

[He's excited by the idea of a real fight, despite the fact that he's still bruised and bloodied from his last encounter with Bruce. Hell, his emotional state was still unsteady, bursting at the seams with emotion as well.]