@pv55y Said "what A Pain. You're Gonna Pay For This." (accepting!!)

@pv55y said "what a pain. you're gonna pay for this." (accepting!!)

There's a laugh at that as Jason kicks the barely spinning tire of a completely wrecked motorbike. "We got off before it hit pavement, didn't we? C'mon-- just bill it to the Bat," he says with a rolling shrug of his shoulders. Well. He had gotten her off the bike before he crashed it into a now groaning body that he didn't care to check on. His dark cargo pants had a deep gash near the knee, a pocket torn scattering hard candies he handed to the alley kids, and the color hiding the fact he was bleeding. It hurt like a bitch but he was unconcerned; Jason always healed. "Besides. Got the guy, right?

I still think this look is underrated

continuing from here... @thegirlwondcr

Emma had recently found a pretty decent lead as to where Joker's new hideout was, along with a long list of alarming things the clown was smuggling. She was excited to tell Jason about this because she assumed this might be a good mission for both of them to do together. After all, Bruce wouldn't let her within a mile of the clown. Emma paused for a moment, more confused than anything. "What?" She stared at Jason momentarily, trying to figure out what he was getting at or if this was some weird sibling joke she did not know of. "Jason...I can't like not acknowledge certain rogues." "And before you go into the whole speech, Bruce has given it to me like a hundred times. Joker is super dangerous, do not ever interact with him or his men ever." She said the latter in a very annoyed tone because the more Bruce told her to stay away, the more she wanted to look into it of course. "But like, if I'm out and someone's in danger, I'm not gonna just run away?" That's what she didn't understand. She was Robin, not some random defenseless citizen. "I've fought dudes twice--probably triple even--his size."

He knows he's being harsh with absolutely no damn doubt. But it didn't matter because they were talking about him and he knew-- knew-- if Emma got close enough the fucker would just sense it. People in Gotham had some innate sense of things, and Jason had always felt blood knew blood. Especially when you spilled enough of it.

"Oh I ain't gonna go on like Bruce. You don't know the fuckin' half of what that bastard will do to a kid," he sneered, "You see my damn face?" The scar started at the edge of his lips, curved up like a jagged J over a too pale blue eye. "That don't stand for Jason and that's the fuckin' cherry on top of the shitshow he made my life, Emma. So you listen and you listen good. I find out you were near him and didn't scurry your little ass out, I'm gonna make sure this childhood soldiering ends if I have to out B as the Bat my fucking self."

He had threatened it when Damian was still a kid. This time though? This time he would fucking do it and go down with the goddamn ship.

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 @thecreativeforge

Roy sent hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink .

There's a low groan that comes from Jason and he rolls to his side to avoid the sunlight that shines in. But it seems waking is unavoidable as he sees a body standing beside the bed and thinks well at least its a live body, no damn clean up. He hardly remembers what happened the night before (that'd be because of the fucking concussion that he'd slept off because Gotham or the Lazarus pit or something doesn't want him to die), but eyes tracing up find...

"Aww Harper, you brought me breakfast in bed," he snorts out, a little pleased to see the red head and the breakfast in bed of water, tylenol, and toast. He'd prefer stronger drugs and stronger doses.. but he doesn't say that and takes what's given, swallowing the pills dry and chasing them with gulps of water that screamed dehydrated. "Where the fuck did you come from?"

Jasons second grave

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 . @thecreativeforge

Roy sent o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver .

Jason had felt the weight of the other lean against him as he thumbed through the pages of the book. Bruce had asked him to attend the gala-- Wayne's long lost son had long since been back from the dead (unfortunately) and the old man seemed to like that the family was seen together. Stupid, in Jason's opinion. How long until someone counted out how many dark haired troublemakers Wayne had and put shit together?

Okay maybe only two were trouble makers-- him and the ten year old. But Jason had mostly stopped biting photographers and had only made a scene three times. In the past year.

He hadn't been the one to invite Roy, it seemed Dick brought the whole deck of Titans. Tim had brought his own team, and of course, Damian had his. Jason... worked alone, mainly, these days. Artemis and Bizarro had their own lives that often didn't involve the pale eyed man that had preferred sneaking off to the library than socialize with people who seemed put off by him. Except Roy. Who followed him, bugged him until Jason snapped for him to shut the hell up, and was now... breathing evenly. Sleeping, Jason realized as he paused his reading. He glanced over and then moved his head a bit, resting chin in the red flow of hair.

"Why do you have to show up when I'm trying not to think about you," he grumbles out, low enough to not disturb. "Can never keep a red head around..."