red hood.

my body's lookin' wrong.

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[red hood. @stiIlburning]

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜?

> jason todd. red hood.
> written by hawke.
> #dcrp

[red hood. @stiIlburning]

yeah, well.

[ he wasn't thinking straight. or at all, it felt like, sometimes. and, maybe, he didn't want to disappoint her with who he was now, not like he disappoints everyone else. ]

it is a bonus, being taller than everyone else. nearly eye to eye with big blue himself.

[𝓬𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝓫𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐬 .’ @satelliteseer]

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you should have come to me.

( she wouldn’t have told. she’s too good at keeping secrets. )

look at you, though. you’re all grown up, and leaving the rest of us behind.

( pressing a kiss to his hand. )

i’m glad i got to see you grow up.
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[red hood. @stiIlburning]

[ he squeezes her hands in return, unwilling to part. ]

zip it. we don't talk about that part. i was--preparing, okay, sometimes it's hard to set up a safehouse network. *especially* when you're working on your own.

[𝓬𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝓫𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐬 .’ @satelliteseer]

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( jason todd, probably her favourite of the children. )

mm. yes. the most respectable crime lord, who slept in the equivalent of a cardboard box for longer than he cares to admit.

( pulling away ever so slowly, still holding his hand with both of hers. )
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[red hood. @stiIlburning]

the grin is audible in his voice. "triple berry. you got nutella?"

[Ｒｅａｇａｎ @OF_COGNISANCE]

she shrugs, why not.

" chocolate, tripple berry, or blueberry ? and butter or jam ? "

vigilante or not, food is food. and everyone's gotta eat.

[red hood. @stiIlburning]

it *would* be easier with help, pithy and petty as he wants to be, and he eases out a shallow sigh.

"gotta--unlatch it in sequence. or you might get electrocuted. think you're up for it?"

[𝕄𝕒𝕩𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝔸𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕤 @OFNIGHTMARESS]

her brow furrows when the wound comes into view, hidden partially by body armor and torn fabric.

but long and narrow like a knife got a lucky shot between armor plates.

"christ, hood--" her voice is soft, as she does her best to examine what little she can see.

--

[red hood. @stiIlburning]

i have suits! i have *nice* suits. fancy ones. and a tux!

[he doesn't even think about moving his arm. this is... nice, just like this.]

i was a *very* respectable crime lord, thank you, and part of that was having nice suits.

[𝓬𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝓫𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐬 .’ @satelliteseer]

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hey, i don’t have daddy issues! i love my dad!

( we don’t talk about her mom.

squeezing his hand in return, refusing to let go, letting her head fall into his arm. )

your endless supply of leather jackets and cargo pants.
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[red hood. @stiIlburning]

// anyway chromakopia AOTY go listen to it

[red hood. @stiIlburning]

// listened to 'like him' from the new tyler album one too many times and now i'm gonna be in the jason todd & bruce wayne tag on ao3 for the foreseeable future, godspeed everyone else

[red hood. @stiIlburning]

uh-huh. how about i just let you comb through my existing wardrobe and put something together there.

[ aaaand back in her chair. he shifts to take her hand in his own, squeezing it lightly. ]

oh yeah, top tier c+ kinda guy. got some daddy issues, though, but like, who doesn't?

[𝓬𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝓫𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐬 .’ @satelliteseer]

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your loss. i think my dad dresses great. . . considering he’s my dad. well, i’m also the one who bought half of those suits.

( she was holding onto him for dear life. even the minimal amount she could move her legs, after years and years of physical therapy. . .
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[red hood. @stiIlburning]

he peels his hand away with an obedient hiss, holding it up and away from any nice throw pillows she has around.

"be gentle," he half-teases. "i'm a victim of a terrible mugging. lost my wallet and everything."

[red hood. @stiIlburning]

he lets his head fall back against the couch, closing his eyes behind his mask. breathe in, breathe out. ignore the new hole in his body. listen to the sounds of max moving around her apartment--god, he's never been so glad she doesn't have any roommates.

+

[𝕄𝕒𝕩𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝔸𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕤 @OFNIGHTMARESS]

she makes sure he's steady on the couch before going to grab the supply bag she keeps under her kitchen sink.

(it got too big to keep under the bathroom sink, sue her)

"I work in the ER, sunshine-- my life is nothing ( * but ) interesting."

Never mind the --

[red hood. @stiIlburning]

*max's boy.* a snort. yeah, alright, ignore the fact he's a vigilante. he'd expect nothing less if they really are a friend of max.

"could be," he says, magnanimously. "if i was, could it get me a muffin?"

[Ｒｅａｇａｎ @OF_COGNISANCE]

there's a small laugh when she rises to her feet, " yeah, yeah— it's what they all say. "

she tucks her head into the kitchen, enough to see if there was any sort of unclaimed food that was sitting out in the window.

" you're max's boy, ain't'cha? heard a good bit 'bout ya. "

[red hood. @stiIlburning]

end up high-waters on me.

[red hood. @stiIlburning]

[ a little snort, disguising the worried twist of his lips. he moves to help her back up, trying to keep the chatter going. ]

third date, taking that down. and--i'm not borrowing old man gordan's suits. i don't need a boxier shoulder, promise--besides, i think his slacks would +

[𝓬𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝓫𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐬 .’ @satelliteseer]

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third. third date. then you look at engagement rings.

( there was a time when it wasn’t, though. the ceiling was there one moment, and then her world was upside down. cameras, and. . . a hospital bed. no. a picture perfect memory, and she still didn’t
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[𝕄𝕒𝕩𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝔸𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕤 @OFNIGHTMARESS]

@stiIlburning

[red hood. @stiIlburning]

[ well, shit. now she looks even *sadder. ]

got it, boss. keep it casual until the second date, then start looking at engagement rings.

[ he reaches out, ruffling her hair as she looks up. away from him. ]

hey. ceiling'll still be there tomorrow, right?

[𝓬𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝓫𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐬 .’ @satelliteseer]

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( even her laugh is miles away, staring at the ceiling instead of him this time. she was happy for him, she was— it takes a lot to love someone, to want to be with them.

it’s just. . . never her turn. that’s it, right? she’s just lonely? )

try not to do
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[red hood. @stiIlburning]

has to work, right? i mean, who can resist *this?

[red hood. @stiIlburning]

yeah? you think i got this in the bag?

[ he doesn't like how faraway her eyes get. not at all. god forbid any of them really talk about emotions, though. he's not about to break the pattern.

he purses his lips, lifting up his arm to flex, pretending he's posing for a photo. ]
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[𝓬𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝓫𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐬 .’ @satelliteseer]

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i’m not going to run away, dumbass.

( yet she responds softly too, even if her eyes look almost. . . saddened. but maybe it doesn’t matter why she’s sad, or that she’s sad in the first place. )

but that was a lot better. you actually sounded like you
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[red hood. @stiIlburning]

what're you doing tomorrow night?

[ his voice is softer than he intends, but--maybe it works. maybe he can play that angle when he asks nurse adams. ]

[red hood. @stiIlburning]

[ dragging a hand over his face. ]

christ, fine--

[ he shifts onto his side, canted up on an elbow, looking down at babs. there's a faint flush to him, barely visible against the tan of his skin. he gives her a half-smile, the corner of his lips tugged upwards. chagrined. ]

+

[𝓬𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝓫𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐬 .’ @satelliteseer]

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do it again. look at me.

( this was silly. it was so silly. but she wanted to build his confidence, in whatever way she could. and it was hard to be a wing woman when she didn’t know the other woman. )

the ceiling is going to still be a ceiling
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[red hood. @stiIlburning]

he huffs, resting his weight against her as she leads him to the couch. "i'll get you a new one," he blithely promises, a breath of laughter in his voice even through the vocalizer.

he sits down gingerly, hand still pressed to his side. "admit it, i keep your life interesting."

[𝕄𝕒𝕩𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝔸𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕤 @OFNIGHTMARESS]

it's immediate, the switch from something relaxed and friendly to the tense working set of her shoulders.

"it'd be better if you weren't about to bleed all over my living room again," there's no real bite to her words, as she shuts the window and slides herself up --