@hafid.alghul

[batricide]

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What is the name of your home planet? Do you know the specific designation of your universe?
What is the year in your native world?
What is the level of technology? What is the most advanced thing you know of?
Did you possess abilities prior to arrival? If so, how much of those abilities have you retained?
What power have you been given?
Do you have any form of criminal record?
Do you have any special skills that could be used to our advantage?

Comments

[reneger]

You said you wanted to prove you could beat all three previous robins. So you took us on one by one. Broke into my safe house, tucked a crowbar into my sheets, and waited tucked away in the ceiling for me to walk in and find it.

( lleaning back down onto the couch, now. they've had enough touching. )

Can you get me a beer out of the fridge?

[batricide]

Ha. That does sound like something I'd do.

[ He gets up and heads over to the fridge, grabbing a beer - these taste terrible? why would you drink them? and heads back over, sitting back down a comfortable distance away. ]

[reneger]

( reaching a hand out for the beer, please hand it over yes thank you. )

Then you kicked my ass, in my own home, and stole my hood. And my bike.

[batricide]

Living with my father was not good for my temper.

[ Yeah yeah take your fucking futuristic swill. ]

I tried to stab you the first time I met you.

[reneger]

( thank you he loves it. there's a pause as he holds the bottle, before jason's slamming the corner of the cap against the coffee table, popping it open and tipping it into his lips. )

My temper wasn't great back then either. ( not much better now, but he's trying. ) I wanted to be something I'm not, we all saw how that worked out.

[batricide]

I already told you - my father is delusional. It's impossible to meet his standards. Even if you've trained since birth. Even if you're blood.

[ He won't get a beer, but he will get up again to root through Loki's fridge for food. ]

[reneger]

Tim and Dick got 'em.

( he's not talking for damian back home. not to this one. that's just fucking rude. )

But none of us're a second Dick Grayson.

[batricide]

Dick was a different story.

[ Dick was my son. Now you're dead to me too. ]

He likes people who follow orders. Tim followed orders. He doesn't like to be questioned. The second you agree to follow his every word is the second your slate is wiped clean. But toe out of line and he'll throw you out without blinking.

[reneger]

Sounds like he isn't worth the wasted breath you're giving him. Save it, maybe.

( they don't need to talk about bruce. not when it's such a sore spot for damian. jason puts down the bottle, raises a hand up to cross his arm behind his head. )

Neither of us'll ever be Dick. 's not a bad thing.

[batricide]

It doesn't matter. He doesn't matter. If he shows up here I'll deal with him myself.

[ He cards his fingers through his hair, grunting. It doesn't matter - he could talk about his old man all the ways he was done wrong all day and not get tired of it, because someone's listening. Someone outside Clark and Diana. Someone who felt that scorn. ]

He was his own kind of hero. No point in even trying to follow that circus act.

[reneger]

What if it's not your B? What if it's one that's different?

( like. jason's not one for defending bruce wayne's actions, but he wouldn't want damian taking all this shit out on his own. bruce may have beaten the living shit out of him but. jason kind of deserved it. he's not angry about that. )

You gonna wail on someone who hasn't earned it?

[batricide]

It depends. If it's the one who came into my universe and ruined it I might just settle for crippling him.

[reneger]

What if it's the one from my universe?

( what if it's one who had nothing to do with damian's mess. )

[batricide]

I'll break his arm for breaking yours. If he deserves more, I'll give him more.

[reneger]

I fucked up, D.

( just making that clear. it's not terribly important, but. )

It was kinda on me.

[batricide]

[ His jaw tightens. ]

Yeah? So? That gives him a free pass to beat you senseless? [ TT. ] I fucked up plenty. Bruce used violence, Clark never did.

[reneger]

If Clark used violence, we'd all be dead.

( kryptonians pack a punch. jason can maneuver around them and amazons with the best, he's trained for it, but-- )

Not saying he was in the right, just that I get it.

[batricide]

[ HAH.. HAHA... ]

I get it the same way I get why my tutors would whip me when I slacked off. It doesn't justify it.

[reneger]

I beat the shit outta Timmers more times than I can count.

( actually he can count them. but that's not what he's getting it. )

You going to take me down in revenge for the crap I pulled on him?

[batricide]

That's different.

[reneger]

Not by much.

[batricide]

Yes, it is.

[ Damian bristles. ]

There's a difference between a spat over succession and a man who thinks himself a parent lashing out at his child.

[reneger]

He's not my parent.

( sometimes jason wishes he were. wishes bruce would take the responsibility, would fucking appreciate him, love and trust him. but. )

And I ain't a kid.

[batricide]

He thinks he is.

[ ... ]

You know he always held my upbringing against me? [ He thinks. He's never sure, but. ] He always watched me. No matter what I did. Like he was waiting for me to start breaking everything vulnerable around me. We never had any animals in the manor. And Ra's let me interact with his collection. I was never good enough. It didn't matter if Tim thought it, or any of the other members of the League - it was different coming from him. It felt like it made it more true, or that I deserved it.

[reneger]

Damian.

( voice softer, sitting back up to try and drag damian in. press him close. tell him the kind of bullshit jason never got but always wanted to hear. )

You're good enough. You'd never hurt someone or something like that. Hell, I trust you enough to lay still as you dig into my chest. You're more than your parents.