Fandom Manhatten Hero High School AU

[Lotheralaix]

A chuckle hardly seemed the appropriate response for the story that he was given. Here Scott was, pouring out his heart to him, and Jason was laughing at him. What an asshole. His next words were intended to soothe over his behavior. "I can see that; but wearing something baggy also slows you down when you're on the run. Allows for people to grab at you easier." Was this.. was this bonding? Jason didn't dare think of it as such, otherwise he may have a stroke. If Scott was so willing to offer up a piece of himself, Jason may as well return it.. Even if it set an uneasy amount of paranoia in his gut.

"I've found it's always better to keep moving. Maybe find a little place to sleep but never more than one or two hours, get up and get moving. You force yourself to stay warm, force yourself to stay alert. Can't get your shit stolen then." A hint of the bow' accent shown through with the comments - or tips that really only Jason could find near endearing that the two shared together. If Scott was comforted by baggy clothing, not just for the sake of his wings, but also for the sake of survival, Jason wasn't going to judge him on that. If anything he felt that it was meant to be encouraged.

It was alarming that the conversation with Scott was calming over the blisters of his soul. He shouldn't feel sheltered over the fact that they shared something so ugly together. In hindsight, it did make him trust the boy more than before. But of course, was just calm that was to be met with a storm. A storm that begun to brew the moment that Tim decided to open that treacherous mouth.

The rational part of his brain knew that in the very least, he was being helpful. He was supplying them with information that may have taken them days to figure out otherwise - not that he doubted A.J.'s abilities. Having Tim give them the answers so eagerly was a blessing. He curled his lip in a silent snarl. Snitch.

"Aren't you such a good little dog for B?" Jay was still using the soft tone from his conversation with Scott, his eyes not leaving the admirable stitchwork on his arm. "You really are a good little bitch, aren't you?" Petty, oh so petty. If it wasn't for the needle going back and forth through his skin, he would have strung up the boy on the balcony. Then again, there was always after. "Look at you, practically fucking keening even with Goldie has something to say. God, you're desperate. B didn't even have to try with you - you're gagging for the attention." And yeah, maybe he had a dirty fucking tongue that had no right to be speaking so softly, so intimately like he were truly praising Tim. If he couldn't beat that pretty little face in now, that certainly didn't mean he couldn't harm him in other ways first.

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

 

[Comicwolf]

Lily lays there unable to move as he placed the new chip in her head unfortunatly though the chip he placed was empty so she wouldnt dream or have nightmares just floating in darkness:"waiting command......."
Vlad watch as oliver did and smirk as arrow put lily over his shoulders:"i see our new archer prisoner is awake....i have the rest of the men surrounding the place...you really think you can escape me?" If he shoots at vlad he will turn invisible
Felicity was still in arrow hideout if oliver needed to talk to her on the coms
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Kaito finish shuffling his cards and notice bruce sits in a chair beside him, listening to him whisper:"i said my home life is fine why are you asking about it?"
LibbyM098

 

[icysubject]

Damian sneered venomously as he was lifted by the cuff of his shirt and pushed to the desk in a very unkind manner. “You’re going to pay for this later, Todd.” The words escaped his lips with ease, a promise for what was to come. This brutish behavior was to be expected from Jason, but it still vexed Damian to no end, causing his bloodlust to ascend vigorously.

He took a moment to study A.J., his face scrunching up. “I can get it out myself.” He nearly hissed out, not wanting to be manhandled any more than he has been. True, Damian could very well slice it out, but the expense would be very bloody. He was never most subtle or gentle when it came to such things. He stared at the other occupant of the room, almost challenging him to deny his crafted request.

His eyes traveled from Dick to Tim, his eyes settling on Tim for a moment. Damian clenched his jaw, venomous green eyes narrowing at the former. After a moment, he turned his head back to the desk. Tim and Damian never did have the best relationship, with Damian making it his goal to insult the former Robin as much as possible. Normally, he’d throw back an insult, but Jason had already more than filled up that silence. With that, Damian settled for the simple silent treatment. He liked being original with his ideas, thank you very much.

Lotheralaix
TheSaint
_gallifrog_
Concord
LibbyM098

 

[Concord]

A.J. took in Tim's answer. If he didn't already know it, he knew it now, this tech would be tough to get into, maybe even beyond him. He could just brute force his way in, but that would inevitably set off all manner of alarms with the Bat. And that would probabaly result in A.J's ass getting flung into some prison hell hole underground in Siberia or whatever remote location it was that they used to lock up dangerous metas/mutant that shouldn't be allowed near humanity. A.J. was smart, but prison break was a step to far. Not that his siblings wouldn't be willing to try.

Speaking of siblings his laptop had finally booted up to reveal that his home screen was an image of the TARDIS exploding accompanied by the quote "There is no problem I cannot make worse by blowing something up- A.J. MacCrowley" There was also 374 missed messages and 32 youtube notifications. He had no doubt that the majority of the messages consisted of movie memes and Martín bitching about college life. Looking at the boys clogging up his room he realised that yes, there was actually a family more dysfunctional on than his own. He spun around in the chair and started opening up programmes.

Jason (quite literally) flung a teenge boy at his desk. So this would be his first victim person. Of course he immediately declared that he wanted to do it himself, a defiant look on his face. In A.J's opinion this was truly idiotic idea, so he spun around and looked at him, his yellow pupiled eyes unblinking, one red haired eyebrow and replied "Well if you want to up with a mess like Jason's" He gestured at the wound his roommate was stitching up "or that guy's" he gestured at Dick, whose self inflicted injury had not escaped his notice. He pulled out a capped scalpel and held it out to the other boy "go right on ahead. I won't stop you."

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

 

[TheSaint]

Another torrent of abuse sprang forth from Jason and Tim was surprised to feel somewhat calm, part of him felt as though the violence would be held until much later. Tim felt anxiety over the potential retribution Jason would bring forth.
He would never have won in this collapse of events, not giving out information would label him difficult and too loyal to Bruce.
Tim had chosen the lesser of two evils, cooperation to salvage his relationship with Dick, the pending physical confrontation with Jason seemed to be inevitable.

The smartest course of action was to not engage Jason, not respond to the hate now spewing from him. Tim had to bite his tongue more than a few times, his need to not escalate the situation. He did have to admit Jason’s dedication to his abuse, he really was directing all of his hatred for Bruce at Tim.

His eyes snapped to Damian who seemed equally upset but keeping his thoughts to himself, Tim could appreciate the reprieve. He knew the youngest Robin wasn’t interested in Tim’s comfort, it was just pointless to add to Jason’s well put together tirade.

Defiance seemed to be Damian’s middle name, wanting to cut out the tracker himself. Tim didn’t have time to wait for them to decide. Part of him wanted to slice his own out and be done with the mess.
The rest of Tim knew it was easier to just let A.J. remove it so the others could have their answers, a discomfort lingered after he’d surrendered so much information.

Whether or not Damian went first, Tim would offer his own arm up when it came time for his own tracker to be removed. He wouldn’t need to stay in the room once his own tracker was gone and there was already another plan forming in the back of his mind.

He also needed to put some distance between himself and Jason, the verbal abuse was getting tiresome. Todd was working himself up further and further, he seemed intent on getting his hands on Tim, more than likely away from prying eyes.

Since Jason had transitioned from tolerant to actively seeking out a reason to attack him, Tim had been mindful of his own plan of action. He was certain Todd wouldn’t lash out at him in front of Dick, that meant he’d need to be careful when he was resting.

“Cut it out, do what you want” Tim said with a slight change to his tone, his mind racing to put the last pieces of his plan in place. Without this leash, he would be able to take a closer look at a few things.



icysubject
@Lotheralaix
@Gallifrog
@Concord
@LibbyM098

 

[_gallifrog_]

Scott
So Scott had more in common with Jason than he originally thought. The stuff he said struck a chord with Scott, reminding him of his earliest days on the street, when he was alone and terrified. The nights he had spent wandering the city is a half asleep state. The perpetual tiredness, the fear of recapture. The hunger and the depression that had driven him to the top of that bridge. The shutters came back down and his eyes hardened as he blocked out the memories of that night.

He wasn't quite sure how to feel about having this much in common with Jason. It was weird to meet somebody else who would have some understandong of what his life had been like. But unless Jason had been created as a lab experiment, he could never truly understand what Scott had been through.

"Unfortunately it does make it easier to be grabbed, but eventually you just get smart and fight smart. And besides its not like I had any other option. Having to steal clothes on an almost daily basis would be too big a risk. But at least here, it's somewhat safe. Until of course they inevitably kick me out." The last part was said with complete certainty, and a hint of darkness it was extremely obvious that Scott believed his days were numbered and that before long he'd be back on the streets. He tied off the stitches and cut the excess thread.

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

 

[Concord]

His attitude and talk worked. Sort of. It was the other guy, the one who knew about the chip and had tattoos on his neck that volunteered his arm. Whatever. An arm was an arm and a chip was a chip at the end of the day.

Handling the scalpal in his left hand, he carefully felt for the edges of the chip with his left. A.J. wasn't ambidextrous by birth, he was actually a leftie, but years of using both hands when fixing stuff had made him equally proficient with both. But in this case, he decided that his dominant would be the best for this delicate job.

Pinching the skin around the chip, he held it place, gauged the size for a few seconds before making a swift and precise incision the exact size to get the chip out easily. He tweezered it out, and placed it on the desk, a bit away from Jason's chip before saying "It'll need a few stitches, but that's all"

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

 

[Lotheralaix]

Of all days for Scott to share an insecurity, today had to be the right day. Jason was a plethora of emotions that he had no right to be uncomfortable with the confession. If anything, Scott was fortunate because one of the things he today was the overwhelming surge of protection, first brought upon by the male sitting on the floor. He wasn't about to pull Scott into his arms and whisper comforting nothing's as he did with Dick, but he wasn't going to just let him stew in it either.

"B isn't going to throw you out." And even if he wanted to emphasize his point a little more, knowing very well it was the difference of Scott believing him and sweeping it away, it wasn't the place. Especially not when he still had the terrible itch to beat in a certain raven's brains out.

He lifted his arm to look over the stitch work a little closer. It wasn't beautiful, but it sure as hell got the job done. And he was grateful that Scott would go to such lengths for him - it was only fair that he did the same.

"I won't let him so much as sneeze in your direction." His voice was unwavering as he said it, wanting for it to make direct contact. It was ironic of a promise, he remembered making that same promise a few years prior - just for entirely different reasons.


And as if it were his cue Jason was standing, wrapping himself back up in his jacket, completely neglecting anything underneath. He offered a hand to Dick, pulling the shaky male up. He had the older sling an arm around his neck, his own protectively wrapped around the gymnast's middle.

"I need to get this one out of here," a nod of his head to the male leaning against him. "You," he was directing his attention to Damian. "I don't give a shit how you do it, just get that thing out of your arm and give it to A.J. - so help me if they say you have one of your little fits, I will break your fucking jaw." Another promise made, though this one made with a smile all too sinister.

"A.J. .." Jason couldn't bring himself to say it, even after today. Thank you. Merely nodded his head and hoped the Irish teen would understand.

With that, he was out the door.


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

 

[LibbyM098]

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

Dick was half out to it when he was listening to Tim's constant rambling... He understood probably half of what he was saying but at the moment it seemed to just flow in one ear and out the other.

Then he heard Damian practicaly demand that he take the tracker out himself.
He had to reply... He sounded almost drunk as he replied.
"Dami... just let the man get it out for you."

Damn... his head was spinning that was when he felt the familiar body lift Dick onto his feet that could barely hold him up.
"Jay... I'll be..."
He'll be what??? Fine? No he wouldn't... He could feel a darkness setting into him... He was glad he was practically incapacitated... otherwise he would probably loose all control... He wanted to beat the living crap out of something... but no. His moral code was too strong for that... and he couldn't let the others know it... but from his lips drew only two word as he felt his whole body slump against Jason's broad body.
"Fuck, Batman."

 

[LibbyM098]

@Miasmith17

Oliver glared over at Vlad and presses his lips together. He lifted his hand up to his ear to turn on the earpiece he had sitting in his ear.
"Felicity... think you can hack the mansion security?"

Felicity frowned as she wheeled her office chair to her computers.
"Are you doubting me?"

"No.... I'm just... stuck." Oliver spoke as all the lights turned off and smiled. She was already in.

"If you go up the stairs there is a window. I've disabled the locks and the alarm systems so you can get out. Just working on the shield... and done." She grinned proudly to herself as she say back in her chair.

Oliver smiled and shot another guy through the knee cap as he ran up the stairs with Lily over his shoulder.
Man he loved how that woman over the other side of his com could work.

Bruce smiled very faintly and then sat back in the chair he had now flames as his own. "Think I'm going to believe that, Kid?"

 

[Comicwolf]

@Miasmith17

Oliver glared over at Vlad and presses his lips together. He lifted his hand up to his ear to turn on the earpiece he had sitting in his ear.
"Felicity... think you can hack the mansion security?"

Felicity frowned as she wheeled her office chair to her computers.
"Are you doubting me?"

"No.... I'm just... stuck." Oliver spoke as all the lights turned off and smiled. She was already in.

"If you go up the stairs there is a window. I've disabled the locks and the alarm systems so you can get out. Just working on the shield... and done." She grinned proudly to herself as she say back in her chair.

Oliver smiled and shot another guy through the knee cap as he ran up the stairs with Lily over his shoulder.
Man he loved how that woman over the other side of his com could work.

Bruce smiled very faintly and then sat back in the chair he had now flames as his own. "Think I'm going to believe that, Kid?"

Lily lays on his shoulders she is now unconsious
Vlad tries to chase after arrow in the dark though not able to see much
Kaito smirk:"pretty much. I dont understand why you would want to know about someone home life...it just seems personal"
LibbyM098

 

[Lotheralaix]

The bright, bustling halls of Xavier Academy begun to die down with the setting sun's last rays of orange and pink dancing across the sky. While the morning was full of sleepy pupils, second day jitters,friendships to be shared, and even dramatics of the highest order, the night brought about a peaceful call to the halls. The lamps were lit with the toll of the mighty bell striking seven. The windows that previously lit up the school brilliantly had a waft of cold sticking to the glass with the pitter patter of rain.

The entirety of the building echoed with the sound of the storm just outside, the drip, drip, drip from the overhanging roof onto the patios to the breathing walls and chandelier's shaking with the roll of thunder passing overhead.

The night brought about freedom to roam the drafty halls, allowing for the wandering soul to go as pleased and venture fourth among the grounds. Serenity enveloping the academy with it's silky caress. The night was favored the bold.

 

[TheSaint]

The moment the tracker was removed, Tim knew he had a small window in which to act. Only a precious window before Bruce realized the group was off-leash, perhaps Tim’s steadfast obedience would keep him slightly lower on the radar than the others. He had thanked A.J. after the quick surgery, stitching up his own wound.
During Jason’s tirade, Tim had been thinking, quite a bit. He had left the room and made a beeline for the outpost, not needing to make an appearance that day.

He had already felt the shift inside of him, it had happened the moment he’d seen the faces of those responsible for ending his world. Desperation was a powerful motivator, he had been pushing these thoughts down for months and they had only served to eat him from the inside out. Now he had a place to lay his blame, a group of five who fancied themselves mercenaries, so brave to hunt down and kill two essentially defenseless people.

Tim took another breath, his heart still slow, somehow he hadn’t felt the nearly dead organ speed up in hours. Perhaps he was going to put himself into an early grave with the lack of rest, he knew better than to deprive himself of sleep like this.

He had a more troublesome issue at hand than a need for sleep, he had gone a little too far, his temper still worked up from the confrontation earlier. Now he needed help, very specialized help and there were only about four people qualified to help him.

‘Dick won’t…’

The thoughts were agonizing, he never should have looked at the crime scene photos. Really, he should have listened to Bruce and never opened the file in the first place. The eldest wasn’t someone Tim ever wanted to disappoint, he had been the kindest to him over the years, he’d held him when Tim had first heard word about his family.

Damian wasn’t someone he’d approach about this either, he didn’t quite know the youngest Robin outside of their own animosity. He also was fairly certain Damian wouldn’t hesitate to throw him under the bus.

He knew what he needed, really, he had fought to push down the truth for hours now.
The fear of rejection had held him back, kept him from taking the last few steps before there really was no turning back.

Jason was what he needed, though Tim had always balked at the thought, the older Robin had more than asserted his dominance in the past. Tim felt a strange sense of vulnerability in speaking to the more aggressive member of the bat clan.
Anxiety always seemed to creep in when it came to involving Jason in his day, though Tim had mostly learned to push those feelings aside with the rest.

‘Jason. Go ask Jason’

He’d gone over every detail ad nauseum, there was no way he could do this by himself and hope for success. Right now he couldn’t get his thoughts in order, there was really no alternative with his current time crunch.
A sigh left him and he was soon employing some fairly niche acrobatics to get where he needed to be. The window wasn’t far from his own, no, but he needed to be invisible to avoid Jason getting angrier with him

The tapping would no doubt be annoying but recognizable as a more modified code the four Robins had learned. He then took his next gamble, sliding the glass up and rolling into the room, quite ready to evade gunfire if needed.

Barely a whisper was spoken as Tim looked up at the much larger and more intimidating Robin. He truly hoped Jason would know few reasons would bring him before the older vigilante, it was entirely personal. They needed to move quickly, Tim could only hope his words came across clearly enough.

“I fucked up”

Lotheralaix

 

[Lotheralaix]

To put things simply, Jason was tuckered out. Completely spent, and rung out for the world after his day. To think that he had woke to such a wonderful mood filled with hope. It was silly to him now to think that the biggest problem he thought to overcome for that day was going to be in the form of forced affection from Grayson. And yet, he'd gone and held the male on his own accord anyways. To say the day took a turn for the worst, would be one hell of an understatement.

Hell, just getting the oldest of the clan back into his room and make him sit down for more than five minutes was feat enough. He about had to sit down on the male just to get him to stay in bed. Treated the male like a proper child by feeding him and getting him tucked into bed for what he hoped was the night. "Grayson, let go of me. I'm just down the hall god damnit." Getting out of the male's hold was a lot more difficult than he was willing to admit. He could be rather determined, and if the hard headed man wanted something, he clung to it with all of his might. Of course in that instance, it was Jason. He threatened to knock the other out with his fists if he didn't settle down. He wait until the last call for supper to leave the room, knowing that Dick had been asleep long enough for him to actually leave.

Having no time for himself, Jason was on his bike and into the streets. Organized crime didn't exactly run itself - and if he took out some of his frustrations on a few low totem lackies during his 'shift', no one needed to know. God help him, the rain was so unrelenting that night that he couldn't even step outside for a proper smoke break. By the time he was clambering through his window his bones were rickety with exhaustion. Even with the jacket and thick kevlar he was soaked beyond return. A shower - he needed a shower, because the best way to get rid of the cold water of the rain, was to wash it away with the heat of the shower. At that hour he knew no one was going to be caught dead in the dorm bathrooms, taking full advantage in the fact by standing under the spray of water for much longer than was necessary. It was the one ounce of pleasure he allowed himself that day. To just bask in the heat that begun to turn his skin pink.

By the time he was back into his bedroom, Jason barely had mind enough to put on a pair of loose sweats, riding low enough on his hips that it could be easily told it was an after thought. He just wanted to sleep. Let it reset the day and move on from betrayal, crime, chips, and over bearing brothers. His eyes couldn't even been closed for more than twenty seconds when he heard the knock at his window. It startled him at first, unsure if he'd even heard the call or if it was a distant memory mocking his existence. Of course, that would be confirmed when there was a figure rolling onto his bedroom floor.

The USP that was hanging over the headboard by it's holster was in his hand and pointing at the dark figure without a second's hesitation. His chest was heaving, nostrils flaring as he'd pieced together exactly who was in his bedroom.

I fucked up.

"Fucking - do you have any idea what time it is?" He whispered back, keeping his voice gravely but low enough not to alert any prying ears nearby. He almost shot Tim, really shot him. Don't get him wrong, he wanted to - fantasized about it even - but those were all very well detailed plans. Shooting Tim because he was poking a sleeping bear wasn't exactly something he would be proud of. If he was going to shoot the little shit, he was going to at least enjoy doing so.

The gleam of the moonlight caught the glint in Tim's eyes, and only then did he lower the gun. Shit. He knew that look.

"Fucked up." He deadpanned, now running a hand through his still damp hair in attempt to calm his nerves no doubt a tick picked up from all his years around Grayson. "Fucked up fucked up? Or you mean fucked up." He hoped that the movement of his hands was enough to emphasize his point in the matter. If Tim was trying to tell him what he thought -

"Fuck. Fuck." What else could he say? He was already so exhausted, he wasn't even sure if he had the mental capacity to deal with this. Despite this he was walking to his closet to rip the first shirt off of hanger that his fingers found, pulling up a pair of jeans and completely neglecting anything underneath. The delirium hit him as he was lacing up his boots, the weight of the situation finally dawning on him.

Tim fucked up. Really fucked up if he was so willing to be in his room right now.

A cheshire like grin broke out across his features, practically splitting his face in two.

"What did you do, replacement?" He leered, clearly finding the amusement in the situation as he dressed the dual holster at his hips, and the cross body at his ribs.

If he was tired before, now he was excited as the leather jacket was over his arms, helmet back in his hands as if he didn't just break free from it.

And to think, all he wanted to do was go to the library today.

TheSaint Tim

 

[Comicwolf]

During the calm night kaito had recieve the voicemail from the person who called him during detention and had disabled all the cameras
Kaito was dressed in a suit with a red bowtie and has taken the elevator
Jii, a friend of kaito father was waiting outside in the drivers seat of car for kaito to show up
Lyth

 

[LibbyM098]

@Miasmith17

Bruce stood up and let out a sigh. He was tired... frustrated... and hateing on himself.
He looked down at Kaito and shook his head.
"Just curious to see if that was what made you become a thief."
He turned his back to him and started to walk out.
"You can leave."
With that he left the room.

Oliver jumped out the window with Lilly still over his shoulder and landed firmly on the ground.
He noticed the sky was getting darker and he sighed to himself. He must have been unconscious for a while.

He ran out of the force field and back into the direction of the school.
Man how time flew.

Once he got back to the school he walked in to the nurses office and gently layed Lily on the bed.
He let out another sigh and ran a hand through his short hair...
Damn... what a day.

 

[Comicwolf]

@Miasmith17

Bruce stood up and let out a sigh. He was tired... frustrated... and hateing on himself.
He looked down at Kaito and shook his head.
"Just curious to see if that was what made you become a thief."
He turned his back to him and started to walk out.
"You can leave."
With that he left the room.

Oliver jumped out the window with Lilly still over his shoulder and landed firmly on the ground.
He noticed the sky was getting darker and he sighed to himself. He must have been unconscious for a while.

He ran out of the force field and back into the direction of the school.
Man how time flew.

Once he got back to the school he walked in to the nurses office and gently layed Lily on the bed.
He let out another sigh and ran a hand through his short hair...
Damn... what a day.

Kaito threw a card, it hit the wall near bruce head causing him to stop:"all i can say is it was normal or at least i thought it was but its not normal"
He then starts to leave to head to his dorm room.

There was a blood trail left by lily old cut up back wound
Her tempature was near warm and it wasnt good
LibbyM098

 

[LibbyM098]

Kaito threw a card, it hit the wall near bruce head causing him to stop:"all i can say is it was normal or at least i thought it was but its not normal"
He then starts to leave to head to his dorm room.

There was a blood trail left by lily old cut up back wound
Her tempature was near warm and it wasnt good
LibbyM098

Bruce glared over his shoulder at the boy who had missed him with the card on purpose.
He liked this one... He had a fire to him... but the light of it never met Bruce's eyes.
"No one's child hood is normal, Kid. Get use to it."
With that he walked out and headed to his room.

Oliver quickly started to patch up the bleeding as he rang Clints phone.
"Come on... pick up you peice of photo copied garbage..."
He whispered the insult to about Clint to himself. It wasn't that he didn't lone Clint... it was just that they did have a bit of rivalry between them and Oliver knew he was the better archer.

 

[TheSaint]

Tim had a muzzle aimed at him almost faster than he’d expected, he held both hands up as a show of faith. He chose his words carefully as the expected interrogation went down, Tim was calm and even with his answers. Of course he knew what time it was, he’d been waiting for Jason to get home.
Now he desperately needed his assistance in what could only be described as a mess, though Tim gave no details, only a brief plead for Jason to just come with him and he’d understand.

Keeping from being noticed was well practiced for anyone who had held the Robin mantle, they were at least successful in escaping undetected. The next series of movements were almost too complex, but still an integral part of the training they underwent.
Tim was somewhat relieved Jason didn’t press him for information, he wasn’t about to risk saying a word on campus.

Instead he took Jason that would be familiar to them both in build but something a little more private, Tim’s own outpost. Underground, equipped with a bio scanning tunnel, this was a masterpiece of Wayne Enterprises, with Tim’s own tech genius wound in to it.

Tim knew it really was the only place he could talk to Jason and show him what exactly he’d done. As the vault door slid shut behind them, Tim looked up at Jason almost uncomfortably. Regret seemed to be lingering in his eyes, he wasn’t trying to hide just how seriously he needed help.

The bunker wasn’t large, none of them ever needed to be, it was simply secure and a remarkably safe space. Unless you were the man zip tied to a chair in the center of the interrogation room.
The stranger than Jason would no doubt notice was in a horrific state of being.

Obviously a vicious beating had taken place, the blood splattered across the floor and wall told of repeated impact. The man was completely red from the tip of his head to the middle of his chest where the blood had begun drying.
The man had no teeth left, his jaw crooked and warped, his nose flat, and the injuries went on.

Tim was sure Jason now understood why he'd rolled into his room a few hours before. Of course this man had been alive when Tim had left, although barely, Red Robin had left this man to suffer to death.

"I need to find the rest of his friends"

Tim said, his tone once more hollow.

Lotheralaix

 

[LibbyM098]

Skyla-Joe grinned when she pulled out the beautiful dress from out of its box...
How on earth did Slade know what size she was???
Was he stalking his own daughter?
She shook her head and accepted the dress anyway.

As she walked to her closet she opened the door of it to see something else inside it... the suit of sunburnt orange and black was hanging up in it... crap... it had been a while since she had seen it.
She picked up the helmet and looked over it. It was completely black apart from the sunburnt orange that ran down one side of it like ssomeone had ran a bloody hand over the left eye of the helmet.
She looked at the rest of the body armor that went along with the helmet.
She smiled to herself when she saw her black and orange Katana's along with a matching bow and arrows.
Tonight was going to be interested.
She looked inside the helmet and pulled out a small note from it.
"Don't let it consume you. Just add to the fire and let it burn."

She knew the hand writing all to well.
Slade.
With that... She put the helmet on... time to go to work.

With the rest of the suit now on and all her wepons in place she jumped out her window and landed expertly on the ground below.
She then made a run for it. Jumping over the fence and making here way to town.

(Anyone who wants a bit of a fight I guess.)

 

[Lotheralaix]

Jason had so many questions to ask, but knew it better to bite his tongue when they were on the campus. The bat had eyes everywhere, and it was a damn highschool for crying out loud; gossip was ever so present in their lives like hounding paparazzi. He stuck his wits about him, remembering every turn that they took to ensure that if this were a trap, he would know exactly how to get out of it. Tim was a clever boy, genius even. With the way that he treated him, Jason wouldn't be entirely surprised if the boy was going to lead him off into his impending doom. He may not be paranoid.. just cautious.

But the sight that he was met with, now that - that was well in enough to really get his heart going. He whistled lowly, the sound horrific through the modulator in his helmet. He stepped forward, admiring the work in his own disbelief. Tim. Little Tim. Replacement Tim. Perhaps the smallest, meekiest Robin that walked the planet of the earth, dragged him out of his bed to show him a body? Whether or not that was his intentions to show a body than a person, Jason didn't mind. Not when Tim so clearly didn't care for the break in his moral code. He squat in front of the man, picking up a tooth from the ground and turning it over in his hand. When he stood, it was to place his hand at the pulse line of his throat, just to be sure that yes, there really was a dead body in his little brother's bunker.

A flash of excitement shot through his veins like ecstasy; his body was humming with vigor. He could see it now, little details that he missed on the way here. The split of his knuckles, the mostly washed out colors of his clothes from the rain. Fresh. So fresh. He stalked over to the younger boy, walking him straight into the eloquent computer set up. He didn't stop until he was crowding into the boy's space, forcing him flush against the surface.

"What made you snap, little bird?" He all but purred, gloved hand now coming up to smear some of the blood that was at the base of his chin. "Did you have fun here, alone with him?"

And no, this simply wouldn't do. His hands came up to release the pressure locks of the helmet, the object being carelessly thrown onto a nearby chair. He needed for Tim to see his every expression, to feel his breath fan over the side of his face when he leaned in close to his ear.

"How long did it build up, little brother?" Jason placed a hand at the boy's stomach, tapping the firm muscle with his fingers. "Did it well up, coil and stew? Did it feel like claws scraping their way from the inside out?"

His hand went into the longer raven hair, stroking back a few locks in a ginger fashion before he gripped at the back of his head. He all but dragged the squirming male over, kicking the chair that held the body to the ground and watching it fall in a pathetic heap, the thud echoing like a gunshot in the night.

"What did you get yourself into?" He spit as he brought the both of them down, forcing the younger's face to be nose to nose with the beaten and bloodied face. "You think you're such hot shit - get a little itch to defy daddy and you take someone's life? Look at him Tim, look at him!" He pushed the male's head down further so that he may smear the pretty pale skin into the grunge of dried blood. "Take it in, taste it. Taste the life that you bled dry. It's delicious, isn't it? So addictive, so satisfying - god Tim - do you feel it? Feel the last bit of reigns being severed away forever? "

He didn't wait for Tim to try to get out of his hold, merely turned the boy back around so that he may be half sitting between his legs. He couldn't help but to smear the crimson all over the boy's face, painting it like a prized masterpiece. "Of course I'll help you Timmy." He spoke hushed now, voice low and intimate. He kept his hand in the hair and instead forced the boy's face into his chest, petting at his hair like he were calming a pet. Yet again he was leaning down to whisper filthy into a pale ear. "Give me names, and I promise to deliver."


TheSaint Tim

 

[LibbyM098]

Dick woke up in his bed and moned softly to himself.
He must have passed out again.
He gently sat up and felt himself feeling much better then he had only a few hours ago.

He stood up and looked down at his school uniform. Yes. He could finally get the hell out of it.

He quickly got changed into a blue t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. He felt comfortable in the colors... they where better then red, yellow or green.

He smiled to himself as she slipped a black leather jacket on... it was more Jason's style... but it his the stitches on his left arm.
Come to think of it it was a little loose around the shoulders...
Was it actually Jason's?
He frownd to himself as he did his hair and then looked back down at the jacket.

He smelt it and pushed his lips together.
Yep... cigarettes, engine fule with a hint of beer. It was Jason's.
Dick sprayed himself with his deodorant to try and take some of Jason's body oder out of the jacket he was about to were.

Dick was all for doing the right thing and looking out for others... but when it came to stealing his brothers clothes he was down for that... although he couldn't remember ever taking the Jacket.

He shrugged to himself and then headed out of his room looking as dashing as ever and he had the light back to his deep chocolate eyes.
He was ready for anything again... except seeing Bruce... Dick would punch him of he saw that prick.

(Who ever feels the need to run into him I guess.)

 

[TheSaint]

The greatest mistake Tim had ever made now had an audience, one he never imagined he would have.
To think he'd actually gone to Jason for help would be laughable to most. Normally he'd be calling Batman or Dick, he knew he couldn't bear them knowing what he'd done.

Shock washer over Tim as he looked at the body, the realization of what he's done kept crashing into him, rendering him somewhat useless.
In his panic, he'd sought help, now that I'd had arrived, the boy genius was shutting down.

Tim really hasn't been sure what to expect from Jason, taunting and mocking perhaps but he hadn't considered how poorly he would stand up to it. For the last few hours he had been desperately trying to think himself out of this hell, it was nearly laughable that he'd gotten himself this deeply in to trouble in such a small time frame.

Too slow he saw Jason approaching him and Tim was embarrassed at how quickly he buckled once he was backed up.
He's really allowed himself to be vulnerable around Jason Todd, as he felt his hips collide with the metal desk, Tim began trembling slightly. His hand closed around the spade shaped knife in his own sleeve, a reflex that had helped him in the past.

He hadn't meant to do it, really, he hadn't. The entire interrogation had gone sour from the moment the man woke up. Tim had done better than expected when getting the drop on this piece of garbage.
When the conversation began, it was clear the man thought he was going to be walking away. Taunting had been his undoing, mocking Tim about his parents murder. Perhaps they had assumed Batman was close by to keep the boy in check, or perhaps like most, the man assumed Tim incapable.

"I--" Tim faltered as Jason removed his helmet and drew closer, he had never been so unprepared and weak. "I-" his voice shook this time as Jason continued pressing him back, his voice low and threatening.
The questions seemed to demand answers, Tim didn't have any, the reality of his actions seemed to still be sinking in.

Jason sounded so excited, Tim found it unsettling, nearly as unsettling as his own inability to collect his own thoughts.
He knew Jason wasn't going to kill him, no, but he knew some level of suffering needed to be paid for the favor Tim was asking.

He took a deep breath, doing his best to keep ahead of the impending breakdown. Despite the reasoning, Tim couldn't find the slightest comfort in his actions.
Rash and stupid, he had been taunted to his own breaking point.
An even more foolish move was his desire to venture out at all, in less than twelve hours he had caused potentially catastrophic consequences for himself.

Still no answers, Tim's crystal eyes seemed to shatter as Jason pressed in to his personal space, his gloved hand smearing blood across his face.
Tim grew more tense, every instinct preparing him for what could be a vicious assault.

When Jason pushed his stomach, Tim did ready to strike, he was met with being roughly dragged to the ground.

Tim shattered as Jason drove him to the floor, no longer attempting a brave face. He could feel the pressure of Jason on top of him, being forced to look at the man he'd killed out of rage.
No shame for the man's death found him, no, the onlys shame he felt was for falling apart in front of the famed sadist, Jason Todd.

Once more Tim was yanked by Jason and soon found himself pressed tightly to his broad chest. A new wave struck Tim and he completely came apart in sobs, the sixteen year old giving in to the emotional firestorm he'd experienced over the last few hours.

"He--They killed my mom"

The words broke as they left him, Tim sure he sounded pathetic, like a child having a fit. Not once since hearing the news of his family's demise had Tim spoken about it with anyone, sure Bruce knew. Perhaps the others had heard it through the grapevine, but Tim had kept his grief suppressed.

The sound of metal clattered as Tim let go of the blade he'd been holding, the slim knife dropping as Tim actually embraced Jason Todd. So desperate for comfort he would week if from his worst tormenter.


Lotheralaix

 

[Lotheralaix]

And what else was Jason to do than to grin when the sobbing had begun? If they were going to wade into these waters, they were going to go in head first. The sanity in him would have simply shooed Tim away and promised to take care of it. But with each passing moment the maddening call of the pit caressed his soul. Whispered to him like lovers would, taking over so thoroughly that he truly believed that what he was doing was helping Tim. Helping him with his well cut out expertise when he really should be steering him away from the darkened path.

Forgive him, he was filled with greed.

"What is Grayson going to think?" He asked, knowing very well it would get under his skin. "And Bruce? He's going to throw you out if he finds out. Throw you into a damp, cold cell like garbage. Leave you there to rot like you're not worth the dirt under his nails." Cooing, he was cooing the words like comfort.

He hushed the crying boy but continued to strike over his hair. It wasn't until the gravity of the situation set in that Jay's blood ran cold. It was more than rebellion - this was family. This was something so close, so sacred! And Tim had even handled it on his own!

"I'm so proud of you." He soothed, knowing that his previous words off of their family would further manipulate the already confused boy.

He let the boy cry a little longer, knowing that he needed just a moment longer to mourn his innocence. It wasnt until his shirt was positively soaked that he pulled the boy away from his obvious comforts. His face was stained crimson from the blood, tear streaks ruining the illusion. He couldn't barely see any color there with how wet the eyes were. "Stop your crying." He tut, brushing away a stray bang from sticking to the filth on his face.

"You did the right thing." He paused to grab the jaw in a steely embrace, anymore and he may bruise the skin. "Look at me, replacement." He commanded in the action. "We're not going to cry on the floor like pathetic screw ups who can't hold their own. You're going to give me those names, and we're going to finish the job. Do you understand me? You're going to kill every last ome of them. They took your mother from you, Timmy. Don't have remorse."

And if it was wrong to kiss the top of his head, Jason didn't care. He steadied the boy on his feet, and even continued the gentle act by helping him wipe away the remaining tears. "I'm going to clean your little mess up. And you're going to get me that list."

He was already pushing the little bundle of anxiety away from himself, intent on bending down to pick the body up and over his shoulder. He was halfway to the door when he turned around again, the soft smile meaning nothing to malicious eyes.

"We're in this together." He promised, hitting the final nail into the coffin they share.


TheSaint Tim

 

[Comicwolf]

Bruce glared over his shoulder at the boy who had missed him with the card on purpose.
He liked this one... He had a fire to him... but the light of it never met Bruce's eyes.
"No one's child hood is normal, Kid. Get use to it."
With that he walked out and headed to his room.

Oliver quickly started to patch up the bleeding as he rang Clints phone.
"Come on... pick up you peice of photo copied garbage..."
He whispered the insult to about Clint to himself. It wasn't that he didn't lone Clint... it was just that they did have a bit of rivalry between them and Oliver knew he was the better archer.

Kaito:"of course it isnt mines just different"
Later on that night he heads outside the school towards a black car wearing a nice suit
Lyth
Lily lay there unconsious as oliver patch her up
Clint fell out of his hammock in the janitor closet and awnsers his phone :"yes oliver? What is it?"
LibbyM098