Fandom Manhatten Hero High School AU

[Lyth]

The bell sounded and Alecto saw the room quickly empty, she had arrived fairly late and had seen a majority of the class being sent out. Perhap Earth schools were well represented in the movies.

She gathered her things and made her way to the exit, it seemed like a good time to get to her dorm and made some effort to settle in. She’d read that her roommate was someone named Tabitha, high hopes the girl liked to keep to herself.


Tall and glowing, she wasn’t particularly hard to notice as she glided down the hall, glad for the signage. She caught a few glimpses of famous faces in the teaching staff, it was nice to know they were being educated by the best.


Entering her empty dorm, Alecto saw that her roommate had neatly organized her things on one side of the room. Thankfully it seemed this person was tidy, she was also hoping they wouldn’t mind the divider she wanted to put up for more privacy.

 

[LibbyM098]

TheSaint
Lotheralaix

Dick walked out of his room looking fresh and smelling like a soft summers breeze.
He took a deep breath and ran a hand to his perfectly sculpted hair.

He glanced down at his arm that was nodded by the jacket.
Jay was always good with stitches and first aid. If it wasn't Bruce he had always gone to for help it was usually Jay.

He heard a loud bang come up from the hall and a frown came to his face. That had to be Damian's room.
He made his way up the hall to find Jason had kicked open his door with Tim standing right beside him.
"What the hell are you two doing?"
He looked between his two brothers with a frown.
They had better not be trying to hurt Damian... again.

 

[Comicwolf]

Harry grabs his satchel backpack and heads out of his dorm room, getting into elevator
Anya grabs her phone putting it in her pocket and gets into elevator with harry
The elevator goes to first floor
Anya and harry head into english class
Zatanna smiled at them as they walked into the classroom and took their seat

 

[_gallifrog_]

Elliott
Listening in had most definetly been the right decisison for Elliott to make. This was better than any Tv drama. And he was gripped. The smoker was evidently one of Bruce's adopted kids. And he was pissed, but doing an excellent of channeling his anger into something constructive, what had be one of the greatest series of underhand barbs that Elliott had had the pleasure of hearing.

Also it told him a great deal about the Bat. Elliott quickly whipped out a pencil and flipped to the back of his book and startrd to take it down in shorthand characters, and not the regular earth shorthand either. If anyone was to try and read it, they wouldn't be able to unless they had a degree in alien languages.

He knew that Bruce trusted basically nobody, John Constantine least of all, (but then again nobody but Chas and Elliott truly trusted him.) But not trusting the perfect son? And putting a tracker in him? A fucking tracker? The word tracker was all it took for Elliott to connect the dots between the boy's bloodied arm and behaviour earlier and Jason's little spiel. A tracker was a level of lowness that nobody should stoop to, it was basically say that a child was no more than a pet. Not even John would do something like that. And that was saying a lot.

Jason's last remark didn't escaoe elliott either. Returning to the grave? Now that was interesting. Was there a possible necromany link? He added that to his notes, and circled it once. Suddnely Xavier was looking a lot more interesting. He merely nodded at Jason's parting remark, not surprised to be recognised. The coat was a give-away.

He looked at Bruce as he spoke to Clint, his eyes narrowing. Bruce and johnwere more alike than they would like to admit, espescoally when it came to showing emotions. He recognised the look in Bruce's eyes. He felt an inextricable pang of pity for the man, not that he wanted to. Living with John had taught him a lot about broody people and how they acted. But that didn't mean that Elliott wouldn't use what he just heard as ammunition against Bruce if he ever said anything against John

The other boy (the weird one with the cards) started flirting with Skyla, which was Elliott's cue to turn back to his book. The interesting conversations were evidently over. He really wasn't in the mood to listen to that kind of thing.

LibbyM098 (Bruce and Skyla) EldridSmith (Nik) @Miasmith17 (Kaito) Lotheralaix (Jason)

 

[Concord]

Scott had been silent for so long that A.J. was about to say something along the lines of "never mind, it isn't important". But he did respond, and as A.J. had suspected, the answer was a confirmation. His roommate had been chipped, and had at some point in the past dug it out. He wasn't sure what say after a revelation as huge as the one Scott had just made. It was one tiny piece of the enigma that was his roommate. A.J. recognised that Scott had decided to trust him and figured that that trust, if lost be extremely hard, if impossible to regain.

This was his new roommate after all. He couldn't screw it up, breaking the trust at this stage was destroy whatever friendship they may have. Permanently. This was the person he would be sharing a room, and a hell of a lot of his classes with for the forseeable future.

"Shit, I'm sorry about that. I probably really put my foot into that didn't I?" His apology was sincere. He spun around in the chair and took a look at his roommate, noting the body language of the Japanese boy. He glanced over at the computer. It was still booting up. Of course it would be. Why would it chose to boot up in time and act as a convenient distraction for the awkwardness of whatever he'd got himself into? Clearly the universe was against him at this moment in time.

_gallifrog_ (Scott)

 

[Comicwolf]

Anya and harry take notes while sitting in english class

@ Anyone who wants to talk them

 

[icysubject]

||Wait- are Jason and Tim at Damian’s door atm?-

 

[TheSaint]

[ Yes icysubject Jason just booted his door in ]

 

[icysubject]

Damian Wayne inclined his head as he heard a voice from outside his door. After hearing Jason address him as a little shit, the youngest Robin scoffed, mentally debating on whether or not he should give in to the other. The pencil he was formerly holding was gingerly placed down by his thigh, as he sat up from his prior laying position. He closed the notebook sprawled in front of him and rolled his eyes, preparing to stand up and answer the door. Before he could do that, the door was caved in by an . . angry(?) looking Todd. Damian had the audacity to barely look affronted, taking in the two in front of him with a blank stare.

“Todd, Drake, what do I owe the pleasure?” He drawled out, clear annoyance setting his tone apart from his deadpan expression. Was taking the door down really that necessary? Not to mention he was being interrupted from his time-passing hobby. The freshman stood up, his hand subconsciously curling around the hilt of his sword. Noticing Grayson’s presence, he raised an eyebrow while instantaneously taking a step forward.

Lotheralaix TheSaint LibbyM098

 

[Lotheralaix]

Jason groaned out the moment he heard that silky voice. Of course Dick wasn't right where he left him, walking about the school like he owned the place even with the contradictions of their encounter.

"You," he started with a finger point at Dick. "You need to take your ass back to bed. Your hand isn't even set back yet. Get back to your room before I break your legs too."


Hollow the threats came, while normally they would have the smallest bite to them whenever he spoke to any of his adopted brothers, right now they barely had enough time in them to be annoyed. But Damian - now Damian and he had an understanding. They respected each other's need to be left the hell alone and didn't concern the other with needless pleasantries. Damian he could threaten and receive one back with the same amount of animosity. It sent shivers down his spine.

"To what do I owe the pleasure - who the fuck -" Jaosn lashed out, knowing that he was only picking a fight with the younger because of his own frustrations. Damian could handle it.

"Listen brat, your presence is required." He spit back as if they were mid argument despite him being the only one heated and ready to bare teeth. He was already across the room and picking up the youngest to throw over his shoulder like a rag doll. He knew Damian would put up a fight then, so if the boys head hit that desk when he spun around, well, it was a familial hazard.

"You, get to bed." And maybe when he pushed Dick out of the doorway the contact felt like fire to his skin. "And you, follow me, we have shit to do."


In the same impatient manner as beforehand Jay didn't wait for a response as he trudged his way down the hall, unceremoniously bumping the youngest into several objects to keep him down as he went. The very least thing he needed was for a feisty Damian to get free of his hold for them to have it out in the dormitory hallways. A part of him, that little part that was buried deep down in the untouched depths of his soul - the part that would constantly plea that Jason Todd was a good person - insistently screamed that using brute force to solve his problems wasn't necessary, that he would only push Damian further away from himself when what he needed was the boy under his watch. That voice was squished back down and thrown to the wolves when he raised his hand to (in the very least) knock at A.J.'s door.


"Incoming!" He warned as he opened the bedroom door, quick on his feet to get a snarling Wayne off of his shoulder and onto the ground. Jason wasn't making any mistakes here. He forced the not into the floor, belly resting on the plush carpet as he wrenched his right arm around to be palm side up, knee pressed down into said palm with most of his weight to keep the creature from unleashing his wrath amongst the room.


He came to them pleading and lost, and he returned wrestling with a boy like he were roping cattle. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on him.

"Boys," he spoke much gentler now, the base leaving. "These are my brothers."

The word felt so foreign that he was practically gagging after it came out. It held so much weight and power that it was sickening to Todd. Dare he say it was affectionate to call upon them as family. Jason Todd was not affectionate.


Since he kept Damian's left arm free he held it up and begun to feel around for the little bump, a snarl leaving his lips when he felt the hilt of it. Jesus, no trust whatsoever.

An exasperated sigh left his lips, his voice sounding so disorted with pure exhaustion. "Tim, do me a favor and give A.J. your left so we can get these things out." His free hand rubbed down the side of his face, lips curling into a smile that completely obliterated the aura of annoyance he was oozing. So great, so fucking perfect.

icysubject Damian
Concord A.J.
_gallifrog_ Scott
TheSaint Tim
LibbyM098 Dick

 

[TheSaint]

A flurry of confusing events would soon unfold around Tim as he got a better look at Dick, who was clearly unwell. He had barely been able to make much noise before the eldest had arrived, Greyson had always been light-footed.

Consistency really was the strongest feature of the motley crew of vigilantes, Dick was concerned, Jason was angry, Damian ornery and Tim still feeling uncertain. No one had quite filled him in on what was happening but so far Jason had a few drops of blood beginning to show through the grey sleeve of the ill-fitting hoodie. Now a door had been kicked in and four different people who shared an uncomfortable bond had been summoned, when had they all been together last?

The break and entry at hand won over his focus and Tim actually smiled at Damian’s indifferent tone, he was sure there was no better way to provoke Jason.

“Just in the neighborhood” Tim said, before chaos arrived abruptly in the form of Jason snatching Damian and barking orders, now things had really become interesting, what on Earth was causing this absolute disaster of an afternoon.

No time for questions though, a new layer of confusion was soon added as Jason actually instructed Tim to follow him as he hauled ass with Damian.

Tim only offered Dick a shrug before following after Jason, not willing to miss a second of the inevitable mayhem that would erupt once Damian got loose.

“Jason, you might want to check him for weapons” Tim said, he knew Damian wasn’t a fool, no one was stupid enough to just let Jason get his hands on them in anger.

Arriving in a strange dorm room, the situation once more evolved and Tim realized two more people were involved, perhaps they might explain something to him. Jason threw Damian to the floor and wrenched him into a potentially painful hold, Jason wasn’t known to be kind.
Once Dick had entered the dorm, Tim had shut the door and turned the lock to avoid anyone else crashing into this strange party.
Tim noticed the blood now, much more of it on the sleeve of Jason’s left arm as he began feeling along Damian’s left arm.

Tim lifted his right hand and felt his own left arm, where his tracker was installed, the small bump he’d had since Bruce had talked to him about the device.

The emotional reaction he was seeing from Jason told Tim something disturbing, Bruce hadn’t discussed the tracker with the others. Perhaps knowing none would consent, Tim almost felt embarrassment at his own desperation to belong.

He had accepted the device, believing it was a lifesaving leash Bruce used to keep them safe. No natural discussion about the trackers had come up between the group, Tim had always assumed Bruce had offered the others the same courtesy.

Now revulsion built inside of Tim, was he really so malleable? Really so unblinkingly loyal that he knew the young boy would do anything to join him.

“You didn’t know” Tim said, dark understanding etched into his features, this was a disturbing line to have crossed. Tim’s belief had been that of complete honesty from Bruce, why would he not offer the others a choice?

A cold sensation crept inside of Tim, he could feel his trust and belief in batman straining under this new discovery. What had Bruce hidden from Tim? What wasn’t he telling him about his parents or larger dealings?
He shook his head hard, a pathetic attempt to physically remove the intrusive thoughts, it wasn’t his time to have a meltdown.

Tim did has he was told, though his movements were rigid, he couldn’t understand the physical pain he was feeling in his chest. It very well could be that Tim was reaching his limits, unable to let go of what Batman might be keeping from him. He offered up his left arm to the stranger so he could examine the tracker still working away inside of his own arm.

“It monitors everything, vitals, location, it can read ranges as well so he knows how high up or far down we are”

His voice was almost hollow as he spoke knowing he had to throw himself fully into helping them understand. Tim hadn’t been betrayed this way, though part of him felt as though he was easily talked into accepting the device.

_gallifrog_ icysubject Lotheralaix Concord

 

[icysubject]

Damian glowered, his eyes narrowing almost dangerously as he watched the older approach him. His eyes held a warning in them, his fist subconsciously clenching around his sword’s hilt as he watched the other approach. Although, he couldn’t exactly say he exactly expected to be hauled over the larger teen’s shoulder. “Todd- release me immediately!” His teeth clenched together, as the words escaped his lips with a venomous loathing. Damian Wayne hated being manhandled.

As he was lifted away, the freshman let out wild snarls and a long chain of Arabic curses, struggling the whole time. Even as he was being bumped into a multitude of objects, he continued to fight back as much as he could. Meaning he was a pain in the ass the whole time, viciously squirming and hitting Jason’s back with his sheathed sword in a futile attempt to release himself. He probably resembled a cat with rabies, to put it lightly.

Even as they reached the room, Damian continued this chain. You could say it only got worse when he was pushed into the floor, unable to escape as he was held down. He still tried to struggle by increasing his force, despite further attempts being futile. At the touch on his arm, Damian freezed up, his brows furrowing slightly. He slowly processed it, the bump in his arm and the tone Jason and Tim took when mentioning said ‘thing.’

An unsettling discomfort welled in his chest, his breath hitching slightly. He had a tracker on him? Coming to obvious conclusions, the only person who could bother putting one on him would be a member of the not self-proclaimed Batfamily. Which narrowed it down to one person; his father.

All things considered, Damian shouldn’t find it too surprising. He was raised by the League of Assassins, a dissatisfied past that he’d tried to leave behind. Still, having a tracker was a breach of privacy, especially for the youngest Robin who was more reserved, yet still a complete wild card.

Teeth gritted, the younger glared up at Jason, his former anger now nearly diluted as he fully processed the situation. Of course, he was still angry about being carried away with little care (who wouldn’t be?) , but now most of that anger had been replaced with a surge of betrayal. He calmed down his frantic movements, lips curled downwards. “May you release me now, Todd?”

Lotheralaix TheSaint _gallifrog_ Concord

 

[Lotheralaix]

Was it odd that Jason found all of Damian's struggles endearing in their own light? Sadistic eyes glazed over as he could see the teen writhe around in a primal fit. The entire world around him may as well been burning, but the fact that Damian was so predictable, so ready to take him on was delicious in it's own hell sent. Another time he would gladly take up the offer of carnage, but as of right now there were more pressing matters at hand.

More pressing being what fell out of Tim's mouth like an atomic bomb. If he moved his head any faster in the direction of the teen, his neck would have been snapped clean. His features took on a series of emotions; Rage always being the first, confusion, hurt, rage yet again, and settling on a bitter betrayal. The words had enough impact that even the body under his knee stopped it squirming.

His ears were ringing, and god help him no matter how many times that he blinked he couldn't see two feet in front of him. He could make out some of the colors, blurred horribly together like ruined tiedye. His mouth returned to that dry and oh so hot feeling that he had earlier. He was breathing - or he thought that he was breathing. Jesus fucking christ, someone needed to open a window. He didn't hear what Damian was saying, or for that matter what else Tim could have said, his body falling off of the teen and straight onto his ass with so much force it felt like it was going to shatter his bones. That ringing, that fucking ringing, it was making his vision go dark, his breath short and quick, heart hammering away in it's boney cage like tsunami waves to the shore. His stomach felt wretched and turned over with such agonizing pain he thought that he was being ripped out from the inside out.

Dear god, he was going to be sick. Jason got to his feet like a drunken mess, stumbling over his own boots, eyes long since being useful. He near tumbled through the glass of the window as he fumbled around. His hands moved so frantically, slapping at it like he never worked one before. When his fingers finally curled around the lip of said window, he barely had time to get his head out and inhale so deeply that he was light headed - and then he threw up. It was so forceful, and his body shook with each gag of acidic bile coming up and maybe some beer from last night, and as little as it was it felt hot like lava, burning a trail from his esophagus to his tongue. It hurt, god it hurt so bad. If he didn't know better, he would say that it was he who had a knee pressed into his back with all of it's might. Disoriented, sweaty, and more or less disgusting, Jason slid down the wall, his hands already coming over to fit at his face. The last time he felt so sick he was waking up from the pit.

And then he was laughing. Full bellied and echoing throughout the room. His shoulders shook, legs even stretched out from where they were previously fit to his chest, so much as threw his head back. The hands that were on his face were now gone, one clutching at his still sore stomach, and the other finding purchase through raven hair. Tim knew. Tim knew about it from the very beginning. The boy probably didn't even ask questions on why it was going to be put in. Because of fucking course, Tim knew. God help him, he couldn't stop the laughter at how naive he'd been. How outright belligerent. B didn't trust him, that was so painfully obvious, and if he was willing to put it in all of them - if anyone was to know about it and it's intricate system, it would be the genius boy. How he'd survived as a detective this long was baffling. Jason may even give up that title.If he would have just stopped, took a moment to think than to run off to the races, he would have known the answer would be staring him right in the face.

When his laughter finally died down, the hollow smile spread from ear to ear kept it's place. "Of fucking course you knew."His voice was hoarse and thick like gasoline. It hurt even his ears to hear it. He couldn't help the chuckle as he fumbled around to find the pack of cigarettes, quick to put one between his lips like it were the essence of his very existence. This time when he stood it was like he'd never crumbled to begin with. His posture was poised and tall, relaxed with the best recovery that it's had since his awakening. Still courteous enough to blow the smoke out the window he shook his head for the umpteenth time that day.

"You know I was going to shoot you that night?" Jason didn't need to explain further, the feral glint in his eye would speak volumes to his directed audience. He took another long drag, head lulling onto the window frame. "I never thought you'd be this useful to me.I got to give it to you - you are good." And never had a compliment felt so filthy. So barbaric that it seared his tongue.

His gaze then settled down onto the boy on the floor, laying there quiet for once in his godforsaken life. It shouldn't piss of Jason, but he still felt the pull in his gut to go over and kick the boy into action. He digress. It was rude in front of company. "Brat, I would suggest you let A.J. take that shit out, unless you would prefer your teeth." Jason snort at the sentiment, flicking the filter out the window. And when his eyes landed on the Irish boy then to his roommate, they lit up with feigned mirth, the untrained eye wouldn't see the resentment pooling behind.

"This is so much messier than it needs to be." Or rather, I'm sorry.

_gallifrog_ Scott
Concord A.J.
icysubject Damian
TheSaint Tim

 

[LibbyM098]

_gallifrog_ Scott
Concord A.J.
icysubject Damian
TheSaint Tim
Lotheralaix Jason

Dick glared at Jason for probably the first time in his life.
Dick had always been very patient with all his younger brother's... but being told what to do by Jason was enough to make him snap.
If he was strong enough he probably would have punched him clean in the face and told him to let go of Damian and actually explain the scenario.

"Jason! Just put him down and walk about it!" Why was brute force always his first reaction.

He was not suprised at all that Tim was also involved in wanting to take down the youngest.
Was Dick the only one that could get on with pretty much everyone????

He then watched the slightly taller... yet younger teen carry the youngest over his shoulder down the hall, making sure not to miss any object he could slam the kid into.

"Are you two serious right now!?" He walked after them. Yes he probably still looked like death. And yes He could feel the color draining from his sun kissed skin with every passing moment.

He walked after them... a little slower for his liking but he didn't know how Damian and Tim where going to take the news.
What suprised him was that Jay was taking them to someone elses room... Jay had friends???
A very slight hint of a smile came to his lips as the thought of Jay actually getting out an making friend crossed his mind.
But that very slight smile faded when he heard it...

Tim knew... this whole time he knew... but Dick knew in himself that it shouldn't come as a shock to him.

What shocked him more was that Jay had thrown up... He walked into the room and felt his forehead.
Yep... He had more then likely thrown up from the mix of emotions, over heating, not drinking enough water but beer seemed to be the only liquid he had consumed and he also kept sucking on those damn cigarettes that where only going to kill him one day.
He pulled off the stubborn teens hoodie, and pulled the cigarette from out of his hand and tossed it out the window.
"A cigarette isn't lunch."

He turned his attention back to Tim and frowned slightly. His deep brown eyes filled with hurt but the dark rings under his eyes also indicated how unwell Dick really was.
"So you didn't think to even open your mouth up once about the tracker inside your arm?"

He walked over to Damian to make sure the boy didn't have any eggs on his head from the amount of times it had got hit.
Damn it, Jason... why did he feel like it was nessasay to use the two youngests as an emotional punching bag.

 

[TheSaint]

Timothy Drake had received the worst beating of his life from Jason Todd, indeed he had nearly been killed that night. An incredibly painful recovery had followed and the young vigilante took a hard lesson in his own abilities. Tonight he had unwillingly paid that beating back tenfold and held no satisfaction in watching Jason crumble. He would never know if this was the worst pain Jason had felt, it certainly couldn’t be far off if he was retching out of the window.

Tim’s eyes stayed fixed on Jason as he seemed to cycle through every stage of grief in a matter of moments. Stoic and cold, Tim felt himself shutting down further as he waited for instructions from the strangers in the room.

When Jason spoke, Tim kept his eyes trained on the taller teen, he wasn’t completely sure Jason wouldn’t attack him. He squared his shoulders slightly, wanting Jason to know he wasn’t going to allow himself to be harmed, he wasn’t a coward.
Listening, he relaxed slightly as mentions of passed threats turned into what might possibly be the second most painful thing to happen to Jason, a backhanded compliment.

He opened his mouth to speak, only to be cut off by Dick, Tim could feel his defenses rising as the eldest turned on him. Mistrust clearly forming behind his pale blue eyes, he really had been the only one Bruce had told. The only one Bruce had asked, why had he been given the choice? The only answer Tim could settle on was him being a sure bet.

“It must have never come up at Sunday dinner” Tim said, his tone becoming uncharacteristically hostile. Just as quickly he took a breath to calm himself down, emotions were dangerously high, he couldn’t risk any kind of escalation.
He couldn’t think of a reason he ever would have spoken about the tracker, in his mind, each of them had been given the same talk.
Really Tim had expected Dick, of all the Robins, to have been given the most freedom. Tim also had tried to avoid talking about work at all, with the spite he’d been met with in the past.

“Is it so unbelievable that I thought he trusted you too?” Tim asked, finally regaining some composure, though he imagined Jay’s new friends might be wildly confused by the drama unfolding before them. “You’re not blaming me for the bat, I didn’t violate your trust” His tone strained but calm, he had to keep a level head.
His eyes flicked back to Jason, the loose cannon in the room, he felt a burning concern that directly clashed with his built-in apprehension. Twice shy, Tim was watching his body language carefully for any signs of attack.


Reckless anxiety was emanating from Tim, he was keeping his composure, fully aware he wasn’t in any position to play the victim. Dick, Jason, and Damian had just discovered a horrific breach of boundaries. Although Tim could understand why they would blame him, he wasn’t about to shoulder Bruce’s betrayal.

Lotheralaix LibbyM098 icysubject Concord _gallifrog_

 

[Concord]

Things got very confusing, very fast, whatever Scott may or may not have been about to say was interrupted by the arrival of Jason and a whole host of other teenage boys. Jaosn introduced then as his brothers, but it didn't take a genius to see that they weren't related by blood. His instinctive thought was "oh good grief what have I gotten myself into?" A.J. had found himself thinking that a lot lately.

They all started arguing and babbling at once, clearly there was a lot of unresolved issues going on between the four of them. But the most interesting by far was the boy with the neck tattoos, the only one who seemed to know about the chip already and know what it did. The first thing out of his mouth was a surge of questions all directed at Tim, who had the best knowledge of the chip. "how is the data transported, does it go by a satellite uplink or is there another way? Is it instantaneous transmission or is there a time lag? Is it shielded against EMPs? Is it shielded in general?"

He missed Jason getting sick as he asked these questions. He only became aware of Jason's presence again when he conplained about the room being messy. A.J. just shrugged it off, he'd been hearing that all his life. His old room was way, way worse. He worked better when everything was strewn around him and within easy reach. He merely snorted and muttered something along the lines of "you should have seen my old room"

Then they all proceeded to start arguing again, it was quite frankly getting annoying, and he was getting annoyed by it. "okay that's it! In ainm De can ye shut up for one minute! Whatever family dramas or life crisises you might be having now, put them on hold for the forseeable future because a) I don't care about them and b) I'm trying to work here people. So who's tracker do you want me to cut out first?" The Irish accent was more pronounced then it had been when he spoke with Jason earlier. The last part was of his spiel was aimed at Jason, the only one of them he actually knew.

_gallifrog_ (Scott) Lotheralaix (Jason) icysubject (Damian) TheSaint (Tim)
LibbyM098 (dick)

 

[Comicwolf]

Harry finishes taking notes and checks his schedule
Anya starts working on assignment

Flash thompson heads to his dorm room finding his door kicked open, he heads inside noticing some items fallen over, he wondered what happened but sets his stuff on his bed. ( icysubject
He starts to hang up football posters and a spiderman small banner

Clint organizes schedules in admin office

Kaito while trying to be nice notice his invisible watch go off not by noise but by small bit of light, thankfully no one would notice it except for kaito. Then his phone rings
'Something must be wrong....i need to find out but im still in detention' he thought to himself as he decline the call of unknown number
He pray the bell ring soon or that bruce would be finish talking to him but based on bruces silence he wasnt
LibbyM098

 

[Lyth]

Tabitha hadn’t expected to find something quite as good as the roof access in her wanderings, of course she hadn’t found it on her own. She had seen one of her peers exiting a strange hallway and curiously wandered down herself, only to find the unguarded access and slip outside herself.


The area didn’t seem as though it was prohibited, the gravel worn where obviously many had walked around up here over the years. An unlocked door was also a fair hint that it was a permitted little private space, she imagined people just came up here to smoke.

Not a smoker herself, Tabitha liked the fresh air that came with the space and soon settled herself down and began tossing a small ball of energy into the air and catching it.


Playing with a ball of concussive energy wasn’t exactly the most normal meditative activity but Tabitha had to work with what she had. It was also a good way to concentrate on detonations, she needed to fine tune the power of each explosion.

|Anyone is free to interact with Tabitha on the roof|

 

[LibbyM098]

@Miasmith17
Oliver glanced over to Lily and knew he had to get her out of there.
With a gun in his hand he shot the left knee cap of another white guard and then shot the one holding the screw driver though the jaw.
He grabbed the screw driver and then stood infront of Lily.
He pressed his lips together not sure what to do.
Okay... He knew whatever they put in her was not good. He pulled it out the chip and threw it on the ground.
Why couldn't he be as smart as Felicity...
He grabs a few of the chips from off the table and then looked down at them.
All of them sounded bad except one.
He placed it into the empty space and then screwed the plait back into place.
He then freed her legs and hands and put her over his shoulder.
Now to get the hell out of the mansion.

=====

Skyla smiled down at her phone and then pressed her lips together.
Would Mr Wayne let her go if she asked???
"Mister Wayne... can I go to the bathroom?"

Bruce looked up at the girl who was still hiding under her dark brown hair.
He gave her a slight nod to let her know he had her permission.

Skyla smiled slightly and then headed for the bathroom.

Bruce looked down at his paper work before he got up and walked over to Koito. (I keep spelling his name wrong sorry.)

He sat down beside the boy and lowered his voice.
"So. You still haven't answered my question fully."

 

[LibbyM098]

Lyth

On top of the roof some distance from her came the sound of heavy boots.

The sound belonged to a muscular man wearing a half black and half orange helmet that covered his identity.
He was looking down somewhere.
The part of the building he was on top of belonged to one of the girls bathrooms.

Skyla-Joe had walked into the bathroom and locked herself in a cubical that had a window above the toilet.
She climbed up on the toilet and then made her way out the window.

A hand reached down to her... it was covered by a thick glove but she knew exactly who the hand belonged to.
She grabbed hold of the hand and was pulled up into the roof.
Now she was standing face to face with him... her Father.
"Hey."

Slade chuckled under his helmet and then took it off to reveal his face.
"Well... I suppose you do take after me. First day and your on detention... then you're skipping out on it... well done, kiddo."
His deep voice that hummed with the Australian ascent seem to come across so strongly.

"Yeah well... it's all in my blood I guess." Skyla-Joe smiled slightly and walked away from the edge of the building.

"So. I've found out that your school dance is coming up... I got you something." He pulled out a small jewelry box and held it out to his daughter.
He gave her a smile that had a hint of softness to it.

"Dad... you don't have to..." Skyla sighed slightly.
He didn't what??? Have to be the dad she always wanted? Didn't have to try and be the father figure he should be to her???

"I want too." A softness came to his voice... it was only on very rare occasions he had been like this since the island... but it was coming out more and more in him the closer the two got.

Skyla gently... and almost timidly took the small box and opened it.
Inside was a beautiful ruby necklace. Her eyes widened slightly as he looked up at her father. She knew where he would have gotten the money for it... it was blood money... but he had gotten it for her none the less.
She smiled up at him and then gave him a hug.
Touch was a very rare thing in the Wilson house hold. They either were never near each other or when they where they were on a mission.

Slade gently pulled his daughter in close... He was shocked at her sudden acceptance. She never hugged anyone.
He kissed the top of her head and then whispered softly.
"I got to go, Kiddo..."

She let go of him and then nodded slightly. "Yeah... work I guess."

Slade nodded and then put his helmet back on to hide his face once again.
"The rest of the present is on your bed."

With that he jumped off the roof and Skyla ran to the edge to see where he had gone or how he would even land... but the second her eyes tried to find him... they failed her.
She sighed softly and looked down at the necklace.
Okay... just don't think about who he killed to get this...

 

[_gallifrog_]

Scott
It was just as things were getting really awkward that intervention arrived in the form of Jason and a whole gaggle of other teenage boys, none of whom Scott recognised. He had never been so happy to see Jason in his life, despite only having met him yesterday.

Accompanying the group came a whole variety of problems and family issues. It was plain to see it from their body language and the way they interacted with each other. They probably weren't even used to being in the same room as ech other, or at oeast that was the impression Scott was getting. He was lucky he didn't have a fear of crowds or else he'd probabaly have lost it. Cramming six teenage boys into one dorm room wasn't the best idea.

Of course they all started to argue. Looking at their arms Scott could see that dick had removed his himself and was definetly the source of the blood splattered on Jason earlier. Tim was the only one of them who actually knew about the tracker, whcih seemed to be causing more resentment from Jason. Damien didn't know about it either, and was not happy about having it. But Jason's arm was bleeding again and Scott was suspecting that he either didn't cauterise it properly or had nicked a couple more veins than he should have.

Thankfully A.J. decided to get the situation under control by yelling at them all to shut up as he was trying to work. It was the line about putting life crisises on hold as A.J. didn't care about them that made him smirk. His roommates bluntness was definetly entertaining.

He saw the medical kit amonst A.J's stuff and lifted it out of the box. "Jason, give me a look at that arm. It needs to be propely treated and stitched up." It wasn't exactly a request, but it wasn't an order either. It was somewhere between the two.

Concord (A.J.) Lotheralaix (Jason) icysubject (Damian) TheSaint (Tim) LibbyM098 (Dick)

 

[Lotheralaix]

Jason didn't want to listen to a thing that Tim was saying. to him it was nothing more than a fork in the garbage disposal. How could he trust anything that came out of that mouth? Yes, Tim had the reputation for being so painfully honest that it was sickening at times, he'd also been trusted with valuable information that no one else in the room had the privilege of knowing. For all intended purposes, anything that came flying out of that mouth was either deceitful or a poor excuse to save his own hide. Forgive him, he was bitter. If it weren't for the audience in the room, he would picked up one of the various items in the room (or, more preferably the welding torch in A.J.'s bag) and pummel that face that mocked him.

Of course, that was impolite.

And ever the one to be his savior for the day, the Irish boy was telling them to save it for later. He was so satisfied that he'd gotten the lot of them to shut up for more than three seconds (a feat that not even Jason could accomplish) that he damn near kissed the boy in his gratitude. Certainly that would be as well received as the theatrics that played out on his family's behalf. He refrained. What he didn't refrain from doing however, was accepting the roll as a sort of ring leader in the group, recognized by the Irish boy himself (and again, he could kiss this boy for stroking his ego in his emotional rampage).

"Get off the floor so I don't have to look at your evil face any longer." Jason seethed as he grabbed Damian by the scruff of his shirt and pushed the boy to A.J.'s desk, perhaps a little too roughly. Was it entirely necessary to be treating the youngest of the clan in such a brutish manner? No. It certainly wasn't. While previously he was mildly suggesting that Damian go first (rather, demanding) now he left no choice in the matter. The little demon could handle it. More than likely he would return the favor later. Normal.

Just when he thought that he was going to have enough surprises in his day, there was Scott. Soft spoken, and more caring than he had any right to be given the hell he unleashed upon them. Dare he say that his heart swelled. Fuck, if he wasn't in deep with the pair before, he was opening pandora's box now. For once in his miserable life Jason didn't argue. His hand reached up to the back of the hoodie so that he may pull it over his frame to keep it entirely out of the way - he could always wear the leather jacket back out. He sat at the edge of what he imagined was Scott's bed, offering out his arm for the other to tend to, feeling no need to correct him and say that it would be healed by sundown. If it gave the boy some sort of security after the chaos he'd brought, he'd allow it.

"Do you always prefer your clothing so large?" The question may seem totally off base from the world around them, but to Jason it made perfect sense. They weren't going to address the elephant in the room? Fine. Jason excelled at sweeping things under the rug. And if these two were going to so willingly ally themselves to his side, he was to do right by them. Even if his 'right' didn't always line up wonderfully.


_gallifrog_ Scott
icysubject Damian
LibbyM098 Dick
TheSaint Tim
Concord A.J.

 

[_gallifrog_]

Scott
The question from Jason was unexpected. But whatever, Scott decided to answer anyway. There were a few reasons he prefered large hoodies "yeah, I do. Tight clothing is too restrictive on my wings because when the burst out they just shred through any fabric close to the skin." Scott had wrecked a lot of hoodies and t-shirts and jackets (and basically any item of clothing he had ever worn on the upper half of his body) that way.

He took a look at the wound, it was nasty, but luckily no major veins or arteries had been cut. Just because Scott had a healing factor didn't mean he didn't know how to stitch up gashes. He had done it on himself in extreme sitauations, just to stem the blood flow and also for some of his street friends. He took out the needle and threaded it. He didn't bother giving warnings about stitches hurting, he had a feeling jason knew that already.

As he stitched up Jason, he continued talking. "But also when you sleep on the streets" like I did for years was the unsaid part "bigger, looser clothing holds more heat at night. But they also cover up the scars better, so yeah, I do" Jason hadn't asked for an explanation, but he had got one anyway. And a longer than intended one at that.

Concord (A.J.) Lotheralaix (Jason) icysubject (Damian) TheSaint (Tim)@LibbyM098 (Dick)

 

[LibbyM098]

_gallifrog_ Scott
icysubject Damian
Lotheralaix
TheSaint Tim
Concord A.J

Dick took a step back as the youngest was yet again dragged against his will to another location in the room.
Dick sat down and started to breath deeply. He was now feeling... nothing. Yes fiscally his arm was hurting and his eyes felt like they just wanted to close over... but mentally he was feeling nothing.

He never really listened to anyone, but being told to shut up by the Irish boy... He was doing as he was told this time.

He looked over at Tim and gave the boy a weary smile to try me comfort him.
If he was feeling stronger he would have pulled him into a tight hug... but he wasn't about to stand up anytime soon and risk passing out infront of everyone.
"Tim... I'm sorry for getting mad... we're all in this together..."
He let out a shuttered breath as he spoke ever so softly to the boy. He closed his heavy eyes for just a second... just one second to regain his thoughts on the way the days events had played out.

 

[TheSaint]

Tim could feel himself split as the crisis worsened, never had he seen any of the others so distraught. No doubt, the new students he was sitting with could feel some level of confusing at the dysfunction unfolding before them.

Glancing back up for a moment, Tim let his eyes flit back between Dick, Jason, and Damian as he spoke, wary of their reactions. He knew Dick was far less likely to physically lash out at him, but he wasn’t about to expect Jason to stay in his seat.

“He has his own Bat-Satelite uplink working with his own encryption. I’ve never looked into it myself, but he’ll know if someone’s playing around in the signal. Electromagnetic shielding and some ridiculous signal extender to prevent the use of a jammer. No delay, everything is live and accounted for. He’ll know we were all here together” Tim was still on auto pilot, vomiting out the details he’d gleaned over the years. “The chip is supposed to work no matter what, no matter where. He’s always supposed to find us if he needs to. I’m not sure if he cloud stores our past locations” Tim ran a hand over his features now, the details still pouring out as he began describing the sensors beneath the silicone casing.
It had been a few years since Tim had met someone he believed completely understood what he was telling them, he was glad he didn’t need to break anything down.

So many things were being left out as he spoke, namely the jammer protection and other features. Jason had literally died before some of these improvements had been put in, though voicing this would no doubt earn more hatred from the one who called him ‘Replacement’.

He couldn’t help but watch Jason as he spoke, every word seemed to be digging him into a deeper hole. The only comfort came from the eldest telling him they were in this together, a painfully true note on the disaster unfolding.
Tim knew any attempts to explain why he'd never mentioned the trackers wouldn't be well met, everyone was far too raw and he was far too convenient to blame.

LibbyM098 Concord Lotheralaix _gallifrog_ icysubject