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 quiet, for a moment. stuck between irritated bigby isn't getting it and wanting to bitch at him for his inability to listen while also understanding that what bigby's seeing here is - jason's side. he wasn't there when jason came back to gotham, he wasn't there the first time jason ran a blade across tim's throat, nor when he attacked him in his own goddamn tower, which - the lack of a statue bit, completely reasonable, he's still a little pissed about that. but beating the shit out of tim just for being tim wasn't right. the manic cackle when bludhaven went up in flames, when grayson could have been dead, when jason was hurting and bruce suspected he may have lost another son. almost killing tim and damian. he's seeing jason as he is right now, not what he could become the moment something goes wrong, not what he has been before.

not what he really is either.

so he drops it. puts down the bottle in his hand, and focuses his eyes on bigby instead.

raises a brow. )

You want to go a round?

[bigbaddy]

[ Bigby lets out the exasperated sigh of a parent someone who has heard this often enough.

And yet it's not a rejection, despite the sigh. No, there's the sigh, and then Bigby turning his head to look over at Jason. ]

Not in the damn house.

[ Though the other surely knows that much. It'd be one thing if just Bigby lived here, but the last thing he wants to do is give the wrong example to Connor, or to piss off Snow. ]

Get your ass outside, then we can.

[reneger]

( it says a lot - how jason didn't just immediately start throwing fists as soon as the conversation turned in a direction he couldn't control. how he asked; he's trying, even if it's not quite as much as he should be.

because bigby sighs, and jason grins. tries to throw off how tense trying to talk through bruce's bullcrap had made him. he's a little tipsy, but not nearly enough to throw off his balance when he pulls himself up to his feet and starts towards the door. )

Weapons, or nah?

[bigbaddy]

Definitely not.

[ Partially because Bigby really doesn't prefer those in the first place - it's part of being a wolf, really - but also because he doesn't really want Jason to use those when he's clearly dealing with a lot.

Some might not think agreeing to a fight is a proper way of letting someone younger than you work through this, but Bigby thinks it's fine. It's just better if it's weaponless, so he has a little more control over the situation than he would if Jason were to use weapons.

He slowly gets off the couch, as if he just agreed to something far more casual than a fight. Bigby even stretches, rather than heading out right away. ]

Turning into a wolf's fine though.

[reneger]

( boring, but fair. jason prefers his toys when possible, but when bigby gets himself up, jason starts sifting through his jacket to pull out the weapons he is carrying to drop them down onto the couch.

agreeing not to use them is one thing. sticking by it when he's throwing hands is something else entirely. but jason does recognize his own faults there. down on the couch is jason's kris blade, a few spools of wire, the couple batarangs he'd gotten off of damian, a few other throwing knives that were clearly hand-sharpened out of metal pieces and treated in a goddamn fireplace, rather than anything made prettily. )

That's your thing, not mine.

( even if he can shift now, and has when a situation called for it. )