august catch-all.

[reneger]

Who: jason todd & misc
What: wolfing around, tdm prompts, misc other things.
When: august - september..ish.
Where: milton, mostly.

Content Warnings: tdm warnings may apply, will add on others as needed!

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[reneger]

( he's walking through the snow, chilled down to his bones because hell if it isn't fucking cold out here. and jason, as he is, lacks years of growth and muscle to help keep himself warm. he's not as bad as he had been, once, but this is still - less than ideal.

just like the sudden appearance of the cowl is. it's the cowl jason recognizes first, and the cowl that has his eyes widening just a fraction, a moment of something akin to fear crossing his expression before he realizes: it's batman but it's not bruce, and batman doesn't scare him one bit.

his mouth twists into a scowl instead, brows furrowed. the voice is almost unrecognizable, but not quite, and the shit that comes out of his mouth makes it clear who it is. )

Shut it, pipsqueak. I don't want to hear jack from you.

( don't make him come up there. )

[thefifthchild]

I'm twice your size. I could punt you into the sun.

[The words don't really fit the looming figure he finds himself in, a body that is both familiar and alien.]

You're freezing. [He jerks his head to the right.] There's some cabins that way.

[reneger]

You think so? Fucking try it.

( come at him, little man. slightly less littler than normal, but it's - whatever. damian's head jerks to the right, and jason, just to be contrary, turns to head off towards the left. )

I ain't freezing, I'm fine. And at least I'm not dressed like an idiot. Where'd you get the collar idea from, the 80s?

[thefifthchild]

How should I know? I don't remember making the damn thing.

[It's hardly like he can remember the future he has here. He liked the cape, he's not sure why he'd gotten rid of it.

It's vaguely reminiscent of his makeshift Batman costume that he made when he sent his father away on that scavenger hunt.

Still, Damian shrugs before grabbing Jason by the scruff of his neck and lifting him up wholesale, holding him out at a distance so his tiny legs couldn't gather the proper momentum to kick him properly.]

The one dressed like an idiot is probably the one that'll freeze to death out of stubborn juvenile pride. That was an order, Robin.

[Some part of him is enjoying this. There's just the slightest twinge of doubt inside his chest at the way that all comes so easily to him.]

[reneger]

( it's not the first, nor will it be the last, time that someone has scruffed jason and lifted him off the ground. hell, artemis has done it to him more than once. the difference here is that damian is usually half jason's size, not the other way around.

and he hates this.

fingers grab onto him by the nape of his neck and jason's legs are immediately kicking uselessly towards damian. he realizes moments later that damian had known to account for that, and shifts to swinging his weight instead, so he can try and hook an ankle around damian's forearm. )

I'm not Robin. Not anymore. An' even if I was, you've got no authority here.

[thefifthchild]

No, but as the adult, I've decided against letting you freeze to death.

[This whole process confirms a lot of fears he had about the future, and he's not sure he wants to deal with the lack of hair under the cowl but there are some benefits. He's not sure he could get used to this body with all it's fresh new scars and the disturbing lack of other older pains and marks.

To the right they go. Jason can kick and scream like the baby he is, but Damian's made his mind up.]

[reneger]

You're twelve.

( and even if he wasn't, damian's still the baby. doesn't matter how big he is physically, he's the youngest until b inevitably picks up another kid. his leg hooks around damian's elbow, leaving him at an angle where it wouldn't be difficult to break damian's grip on him, but he - gets momentarily distracted. )

And I'm not going to fucking freeze to death, I'm not an idiot. Christ, D. Who died and made you team mom?