Now possibilities I've never considered
Who: Jason Todd and Tifa Lockhart; CLOSED
When: November 2nd, late evening before sirens.
Where: Tifa/Sam Merlotte's bar
Summary: Jason does some thinking following Halloween and figures his future!self got one thing right.
Warnings: Language? Descriptions of violence, possibly.
[Jason remembered bits and pieces from his future self, mostly from what he'd said and done, but the thing that stuck out most in his mind was Scarlet. It was one of the few things that Jason thought had actually gone right with his older self, as there had been so many wrong things that the vigilante didn't know what to think about. Firing on civillians? Risking their lives to get what he wanted? Shooting a child? While he could feel alright with kids going in guns blazing, shooting Damian would never be okay in Jason's mind. No matter how much he hated the little sack of shit, he couldn't and wouldn't ever harm him.
He'd spent most of the day thinking by himself in his apartment, unable to shake the feeling of inevitability from his bones. Sure, Bruce came back in Gotham, but Bruce thought he was insane, broken, had him locked up like a rabid dog who'd bitten a kid. There was no hope in that arena for anything. Jason had held the Joker at gunpoint and still Bruce hadn't chosen him. What was the point?
Did he want to go down that same avenue that he'd been gifted to still remember snippets of?
Scarlet had. Jason had picked her up from her darkest moment and brought her along in his crusade and, hell, he'd actually cared for her, even if he was too self-obsessed to truly acknowledge her problems. Oruha had almost filled the same role here and Jason's not about to ignore that obvious pattern.
So, here he is, knocking on the door to the bar he'd said he'd eventually visit, a month or so after he'd said he would, all up in his costume. ]
When: November 2nd, late evening before sirens.
Where: Tifa/Sam Merlotte's bar
Summary: Jason does some thinking following Halloween and figures his future!self got one thing right.
Warnings: Language? Descriptions of violence, possibly.
[Jason remembered bits and pieces from his future self, mostly from what he'd said and done, but the thing that stuck out most in his mind was Scarlet. It was one of the few things that Jason thought had actually gone right with his older self, as there had been so many wrong things that the vigilante didn't know what to think about. Firing on civillians? Risking their lives to get what he wanted? Shooting a child? While he could feel alright with kids going in guns blazing, shooting Damian would never be okay in Jason's mind. No matter how much he hated the little sack of shit, he couldn't and wouldn't ever harm him.
He'd spent most of the day thinking by himself in his apartment, unable to shake the feeling of inevitability from his bones. Sure, Bruce came back in Gotham, but Bruce thought he was insane, broken, had him locked up like a rabid dog who'd bitten a kid. There was no hope in that arena for anything. Jason had held the Joker at gunpoint and still Bruce hadn't chosen him. What was the point?
Did he want to go down that same avenue that he'd been gifted to still remember snippets of?
Scarlet had. Jason had picked her up from her darkest moment and brought her along in his crusade and, hell, he'd actually cared for her, even if he was too self-obsessed to truly acknowledge her problems. Oruha had almost filled the same role here and Jason's not about to ignore that obvious pattern.
So, here he is, knocking on the door to the bar he'd said he'd eventually visit, a month or so after he'd said he would, all up in his costume. ]