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@arobinwithoutbatman Sent A Starter
@arobinwithoutbatman sent a starter
"I'll be with you in a second!" That sure is a Robin balancing precariously on a ledge with a camera in hand taking shots of... the skyline? The night sky? Actually, is that a Robin? The colours are all wrong. Black and green instead of traffic lights. "This album's gonna be amazing." He grinned to himself before heading to sager ground and giving Red Hood a lazy wave. "Quickfire FAQ; I'm a Robin just not your Robin though I'm not sure what name your version of me uses. Yes, my family know I'm here. No, I won't be staying longer than twenty-four hours. No, I won't get involved in anything unless you ask. Yes, I'm friendly."
Jason just stared, too pale blue eyes blank for a second before something clicked and he just seemed annoyed at the sudden appearance. Multiverse bullshit was something for other heroes to deal with, and he didn't want to deal with another Flashpoint dilemma. There couldn't be one calm week, could there? Gotham didn't like quiet.
He'd spotted the idiot-- this was an idiot, he'd decided that-- in his turf around Uptown Gotham, Crime Alley. He had to wonder if that wasn't what it was where this kid came from because why the fuck would he choose the shithole of the city to take his goddamn pictures... either way. The odd posture mixed with the costume got his attention.
"Uh huh, you being here at all is an issue buddy-- thing is I'm not fucking friendly. What the hell are you doing here if you don't belong here?"
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✨️ask game✨️
🧃 cold drink — he'd claim beer, and in a way that's true because jason prefers staying somewhat buzzed. but taste wise, he actually enjoys any kind of fanta. he wasn't allowed to have caffeinated drinks as a kid and he still gets kind of jittery with too much caffeine. fanta was the easiest thing to find, and he likes the taste. especially the pinapple one.
🍉 fruit — jason honestly loves all kinds of fruit, but he tends to go for tart fruit more often than straight sugary tasting fruit. this means he's more interested in mangos and pineapple, blackberries and raspberries. fresh, not canned. notably... this was all stuff he never tried until he moved into the manor.
🥦 veggie — spinach. diverse, nutrient rich, and alfred showed him popeye to convince him.
Hand reached out and found the toast, starting to wolf it down. Most mornings, the meal was a little more unorthodox... but usually there were painkillers involved. Jason healed fast, but it'd suck in the fucking meanwhile... Still. Roy being here was... different. And he couldn't say he knew how to feel about the guy being around or--
"My SOS? Thought I fucking deactivated your line to that," he grumbled, thinking he probably hadn't actually. Because Roy, he knew, would come. "Thought I changed all the damn passcodes too..." He definitely hadn't done that.
Chewing another large bite of toast, he closed his eyes. Swallowed. "False facers. I pissed the big boy in charge off-- or, well, made him disappear. They thought I'd give 'em information and I did... but it'll probably get them ripped up by your sponsor when they get there... send Waylon my apologies."
* character headcanons
clothing style.
before - bed routine.
eating habits.
concept of home and family.
hobbies.
fighting style.
what calms your muse down after a bad day?
talk about one person your muse loves.
ways your muse says i love you.
describe your muse’s laugh.
what items can be found in your muse’s pockets?
talk about your muse’s most prized possession(s).
describe your muse’s walk.
talk about your muse’s accent.
describe your muse’s smile.
how often does your muse get sick?
does your muse know when to rest, or do they push themselves?
does your muse snore? sleeptalk? sleepwalk?
the thing(s) your muse thinks about before falling asleep.
is your muse a fitful or a quiet sleeper?
your muse’s thoughts on cops and other authority figures.
skills and special talents.
disabilities or illnesses.
habits and mannerisms.
introvert or extrovert.
religious or non - religious.
verbal or non - verbal communication.
something your muse could never forgive.
something that makes your muse smile.
something that scares your muse.
something that gives your muse hope.
how your muse responds to being helped / taken care of.
how your muse responds to unconditional love.
how your muse responds to danger.
how your muse responds to stress.
how your muse responds to anger.
did your muse grow up too fast?
𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 @thecreativeforge
Dick sent hand . hold out a hand for my muse to take .
Jason stared hard at what he knew was an olive branch here, but by God he didn't want to reach back. Still. He had a knife buried in his goddamn thigh and his grip wasn't great. Felt like a few ribs had given in the fight. All healable, but right now it hurt like shit. So despite his ego, one of his gloved hands catches Grayson's before he just succumbs to petty behavior and lets go of the fucking ledge of the building.
"Hope you did your pull ups because I can't help ya, Wingding."