This is the start of a journey.
Who: Bruce Wayne and Jason Todd; CLOSED.
When: Backdated to yesterday the 16th, at some point in the early evening, before the sirens.
Where: Errr. One of the Bat!Safehouses.
Summary: Jason's 18th birthday and he finally makes a concrete decision on his life.
Warnings: Likely mentions of intense violence and gore, dramaz. Also, lazylog.
[Jason grips the papers tighter in his uninjured hand as he makes the trek across the disturbed city. The earthquake in the morning didn't bode well for the vigilante, but with the rescue efforts on the way from everyone else, he figures that he can spare a few minutes to do something that needs to be done today, not tomorrow or any day after. In honesty, Jason had never really celebrated his birthday like a normal kid would. Sure, there had been a special dinner with Bruce when he was Robin, but that was during the spam of three too-short years. As he now arrives at the safehouse he'd been brought to a few days ago, hood pulled up and injuries hidden as well as he can manage, he doubts whether or not Bruce would even remember.
From what the teenager had been able to gather, his adoptive father is from a long way in the future of his timeline and there's been at least two other Robins between them. Today's likely just an ordinary Tuesday.
He puts in the code from what he can remember and steps inside, his stomach churning with anxiety the moment he reaches this point of no return, jaw clenching silently.]
When: Backdated to yesterday the 16th, at some point in the early evening, before the sirens.
Where: Errr. One of the Bat!Safehouses.
Summary: Jason's 18th birthday and he finally makes a concrete decision on his life.
Warnings: Likely mentions of intense violence and gore, dramaz. Also, lazylog.
[Jason grips the papers tighter in his uninjured hand as he makes the trek across the disturbed city. The earthquake in the morning didn't bode well for the vigilante, but with the rescue efforts on the way from everyone else, he figures that he can spare a few minutes to do something that needs to be done today, not tomorrow or any day after. In honesty, Jason had never really celebrated his birthday like a normal kid would. Sure, there had been a special dinner with Bruce when he was Robin, but that was during the spam of three too-short years. As he now arrives at the safehouse he'd been brought to a few days ago, hood pulled up and injuries hidden as well as he can manage, he doubts whether or not Bruce would even remember.
From what the teenager had been able to gather, his adoptive father is from a long way in the future of his timeline and there's been at least two other Robins between them. Today's likely just an ordinary Tuesday.
He puts in the code from what he can remember and steps inside, his stomach churning with anxiety the moment he reaches this point of no return, jaw clenching silently.]