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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[ployboy]

[The animals used to have warm water, warm ground to nest in.

Jason might find barrels of stale gasoline siphoned from the stranded vehicles outside. Not many barrels, of course. There's some buckets of soap shavings.

It's easier to thaw the ground before digging any graves.

The open space of the house overseeing the chimney has (figurative) rats' nests as seating, and a couch. Tim's laid down on it. He turns his head when Jason dresses.

It's just habit.

It's insanely difficult to find... words. Tim is no good at those.] He forgets himself sometimes.

[Forgets that Batman is a punishment for his sins, not anybody else's.

And, what difference did it make if B broke an arm instead of, say, broke a rib or two in one their infamous scuffles. The difference, Tim swallows, is that this new world he's learning about is marked by a unified... family. And family doesn't...

Tim doesn't want to think that it's...]

When I got here, I met this other guy named Jason. He was going to be graduating in three days. We got to the Community hall and then I ditched. I found a black, fluffy dog.

[Keeping friends close is something that you have to practice.]

He was being all friendly so I thought he belonged to someone. Anyway, he pushed me off a cliff and I broke my arm.

[Keeping enemies close is something that comes more naturally to Tim.]

Jokes on him, my arm was already broken.

[And then Tim had... broken. his arm. Like, a day later. On purpose. Shockingly, that harebrained scheme hadn't worked out well.

Cold day in Hell when he ever admits that one. Feeling braver, Tim eyes Jason again.

Good god, he's small.]

Did Goodsir set it? He didn't even know how to work a cast.

[reneger]

( how modest of tim.

with laters back on, jason sprawls out comfortably on the couch, one elbow resting on the armrest with his palm pressed to the underside of his jaw, idly relaxing into the cushions. where jason may not usually allow himself to relax, he's letting his guard down and making himself comfortable now. it's tim. tim's not going to do jack shit to him. )

No. It was some guy named McCoy. Haven't seen him around since.

( if jason's lucky, he disappeared just as logan had. lucky because - mccoy caught him at a bad moment, saw him vulnerable, and jason doesn't like knowing people are around who have seen him like that. )

The dog pushed you off a cliff?

[ployboy]

[McCoy. Tim thinks he showed the man the barns, but he's also been doing a good job at not learning names. He says,] Same happened with Jason.

[and,]

The dog pushed me off a cliff.

[The difference is, this time it's far more difficult to keep a straight face as he says it. He struggles with the shy, ridiculous smile, but bodies are treacherous and his eyes see Robin and Tim, predictably, loses that struggle.]

It was a small cliff. But still. I thought Lassie was supposed to get Tim out of trouble. I was wrong.

[reneger]

How'd you let yourself get pushed down like that? Christ. Tim.

( he wasn't intending on going by jason here anyway, so the lack of having someone who shares his name isn't - well. it doesn't sound like tim had the time to properly bond with the guy, so it's not like it matters much. )

You're fucked up enough as-is.

( even ignoring the stupid way tim's looking at him. as if he's different, as if jason being smaller somehow makes his presence more tolerable. he knows it's not the perceived lack of a threat: he's capable of kicking ass still, not that tim's ever seemed to care one way or another.

it's robin, isn't it. gross. )

[ployboy]

[Consider:] It was a big dog.

[It was not.]

[reneger]

( doesn't matter whether or not it was, because jason is just - raising a brow regardless. )

You're telling me a dog took you out.

[ployboy]

[Tim's flushing red, an ailment whose symptoms grow stronger the longer he's braving facing Robin.

To go from what's frankly repulsive family violence (because Jason is Bruce's son and that's what it is and there's no pussyfooting around it with the excuse of too many murky terms)-- to talking about dogs being out to kill them all (or maybe just him, he's undecided), is dumb.

It makes him feel dumb.

Dumber still, because that stubborn remnant of boyishness demands that Tim clarify, again,] It was a big dog.

I had just got here like, ten minutes prior. I didn't know that dogs were on a mission to end us all. Nobody did! I'm not the only one who got pushed down a hill by that dog!

[reneger]

( it sounds ridiculous, because it is ridiculous. and jason's laughing; it's loud, obnoxious, the kind of uncontrolled laughter that's obviously genuine, even in the face of tim remaining indignant and trying to defend himself. )

I can't--I can't believe you got taken out by a dog. Holy shit. Timmy. ( if it was a lot of dogs - okay, sure. a particularly rabid one, totally reasonable. one dog though? especially given how new tim had been, when he should have still been in robin-shape? ha. ) Timmy. Really?