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5 mos ago
Current Imagine not knowing about the schenanigans that coding-wizard got into on Iwaku... There's no post formatting that man can't harness for his unholy machinations.
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11 mos ago
What do you call a bunch of billionaires at the bottom of the ocean? A good start.
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11 mos ago
My girl got a yeast infection. Make bread with that, call it hole grain
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12 mos ago
"Jason" is a name from ancient greece that sounds like it was made up in the united states in 1979.
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1 yr ago
I can roll with all the punches, if you hold a couple back. I can handle being broke, but I can't stand to be so sad.
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Location: Near Rockerfeller Plaza, New York City, New York



Jason's banishment was wearing heavy on the young man. He knew he had done wrong, let his emotions get the best of him and gone against what Batman truly stood for. He was beating himself up about it, worse than Bruce ever could, and perhaps that was why he had sent his young protegรฉ away. So that he could stew in his misery. He was laying on the bed in the hotel, staring up into the ceiling. He knew full well that this wasn't where he belonged. This wasn't a life that was truly his. He couldn't have deserved this, any of it, frankly. He was a fuck-up. A street-urchin. A bastard orphan and a thug. He had no right to walk next to the brightest among them.

He lifted his head and glanced at the suit, and his feelings of being an imposter grew even greater. It was a new suit, sure, but it carried the baggage of the one who had walked this path before him. Someone who had done it better than him. Richard Grayson wasn't a criminal - life had just kicked him down and Bruce helped a kid in a way that nobody had helped him. Richard had excelled at this kind of stuff, he was calm and collected, charming but able to put the mission before his emotions.

Jason wasn't like that. Not really. He was brash and abrasive. He spoke his mind, always. And he wasn't great at keeping his cool - as had been evident in the last encounter that had landed him here in exile from Gotham.

"If you ever leave, it's your choice, not mine, Jason."

Bruce had promised him before sending the boy into the car to take him to New York. The words felt hollow at the time, but now, two weeks later, Jason started to believe them. Maybe this was just Bruce's way of getting through to him. Maybe he would be welcomed back home with open arms when the time was right. But he didn't know how long his punishment would be.

"It's about time to go and try to make the old bat proud. Here's hoping I don't die."

The suit stared at him and he sat up in bed. And the pit in his stomach grew. He stood up, tearing his T-shirt off him, tossing it into the laundry basket, opening the glass-door into the wardrobe, revealing the suit. The black high-quality cotton in the white shirt, the jacket, and the matching pants. Even one of those fancy black sashes Bruce insisted on wearing to these events. A bow-tie. Custom-tailored to Jason's measurements, as well as a small tube of hair gel and a comb in the pocket.

The suit was a perfect fit, Jason had styled his hair and despite being one and a half heads shorter than Bruce, the 16-year old certainly looked like Bruce's mini-me today. He hated it.

He was going to attend a fundraiser at the Rockerfeller Plaza for the Martha Wayne Foundation, the same foundation that had gotten Jason off the street and into Bruce's care after Batman beat the snot out of him, and in the past years, Jason had become the poster boy for the At-Risk Youth program. The fundraiser today was for a new Youth Center in New York, expanding the program out of Gotham, and Jason would be there to take questions from people asking about the program.

He sure was glad Bruce had taught him how to fool a polygraph, but he feared that the press was worse than any means of torture.

Seems like most people are just going to be passing through the area and stumbling on the action by chance. Kinda wondering if there'd be any reason for so many supers to be in town at the same time.. ๐Ÿค”

I'll see about getting a post up soonโ„ข


Wait, hold the fuck up

The IC's fucking Open?!
I was also thinking of having Jason just trying to cool off in New York and getting involved in whatever trouble's happening by accident.
<Snipped quote by Retired>

Because we've all been waiting for your lukewarm take on Spider-Man.


I always thought "lukewarm" should be "pisscold".



Character Name


Jason Peter Todd
Robin
The Boy Wonder

Age


15

Attributes & Abilities



Peak Human Conditioning;
Jason is due to well-adjusted diet and rigorous training the very peak of the human condition. He's the very peak a young man at his age could hope to achieve, making him stronger than most adults. The fact that he's 6'0 at 15 also never hurt in that respect.

Acrobatics:
Unlike the Robin of yore, Jason's not a trained circus acrobat but rather gained his limberness from engaging in the sport known as 'tricking' in his younger days. Well, that, and running from the cops and/or the mob at the age of 13 every night. Batman forced him to train to become an acrobat of Dick's caliber as staying on his feet and being able to stick to the shadows is the only way he would survive Gotham following Batman's footsteps.

Gadgets:
He's not as fond of the tools of his mentor as his predecessor, preferring to stick to using his hands or the environment when an opportunity arises, but, he's still versed in all of Batman's gadgets. He's able to handle his own with electronics, tasers, batarangs, bo-staffs, swords and some old fashioned explosives.

Detective Skills:
Jason's accustomed himself to a way of 'street detective-ism'. He's good at reading people largely the criminal and unstable kind, he does worse with well-adjusted individuals. He's got a lot of forensic training from Batman, though nowhere near enough to call himself an expert.

Martial Arts:
A well-tried fighter, Jason was scrappy long before he became Robin and got into regular fights since he was old enough to throw a punch. He's gotten hit a lot more times than he has hit, but he somehow finds a way to get back up onto his feet.

Criminality:
Perhaps being a former criminal doesn't look good on everyone's resume - but the fact that Jason spent more than half a decade alone on the streets of Gotham, fending for himself in the underworld of the most dangerous city on the planet did harden him. It made him understand how criminals think. An understanding of the circumstances that lead people down the path of crime, and he's willing to help everyone he can get out, much as Bruce did him.


Character Synopsis


Jason Peter Todd was born to Willis Todd and Sheila Haywood. Willis was a hired thug for the Gotham underworld, first the mob and then when Harvey Dent took over, he worked for Two-Face. That's how he met Shiela, a doctor at Gotham General Hospital, who saved Willis life after a fight. Sheila got pregnant after their one night of passion and did birth the child, though, once she did she was forced to flee the country due to a malpractice suit that sent the mob after her. Willis had a young son to care for and a life that belonged to crime - but a sweet young lady fell in love with his rogueish charms and married him, raising Jason as his own. Her name was Catherine and she was the mom Jason knew.

When Jason was 5, Willis had made a deal with Two-Face and the Red Hood Gang, but Willis double-crossed them. Leading to a group of thugs breaking into their apartment in crime-alley and beating Willis to death with crowbars, while Catherine and the young Jason watched, horrified. One year later on the day, February 21st, Catherine took her own life by overdosing on sedatives for the panic attacks she had suffered since watching Willis get beaten to death.

Jason was an orphan at only six years old. He was put in an orphanage after he was caught stealing food, six weeks after Catherine's death. But he ran away, so he was just another runaway in Gotham's slums. Doomed to a life of substance abuse and crime. But Jason never got involved in the drugs - well, he never took them. He had seen what they had done to his dad - and how they had killed his mom. He tried to stay out of the organized crime, and for a time he did. When he was 9 one of Willis old 'buddies' found Jason and realized he was Willis's kid. Jack took him in and helped Jason, for a time. But he soon demanded Jason would work for him, using his small frame to sneak around aiding him in his breaking. Climbing in through a window - opening the door, that sort of thing.

Jack was killed when Jason and he were robbing a nicer house in downtown Gotham. The owner was home after all and found Jack with his hand in the wife of the house's jewelry, shooting him in the chest with a shotgun. Jason was terrified and did what he, at the time, did best.
He ran.

But after that night, he stopped running. He started fighting. Jack had taught him that in this world, you have to be tough. But you can't just be tough, you have to be smart, too. Jason proved to be a lot smarter than his old man, figuring out police patterns and response times. Using a police scanner to know where the cops were, and then robbing a place on the other side of Crime Alley. Of course, he still got into fights. The other kids would fight him every chance he could, and as he started getting older, 12 or so, the adults would fuck with him.

He lived in the same apartment his parents had died in till he was 13 when he heard the roaring of an engine outside. A.. big engine. Bigger than anything he had ever heard down here before. And he knew. He bounced out of bed, dashing down the fire-escape to find the beautiful car unattended. He tried getting in - but to no avail. His tools couldn't open the cockpit door. So, the next best thing to prove to everyone in Crime Alley that he was the hottest shit in town - he started screwing off the wheels of the Batmobile.

No, really. The wheels of the batmobile. After living in Gotham his entire life.

Batman caught him in the act, he had only gotten off four screws on one wheel when the caped crusader got back from his hunt of a mob-boss. The Bat was injured, he had gotten shot in the side, limping back to his car. Not that Jason bothered to care about that - he saw it as an opportunity. He could be the one to beat Batman.

Swinging at him with a tire-iron, Batman caught it and stared into the young boy's eyes. Seeing the fire inside of them. The guts he possessed. Batman kicked his ass. Brutally. Jason had to go to the hospital where one Leslie Thompkins patched him up. His arm in a sling and no insurance, so when the bill came in the mail, Jason figured he would have to find some 50-inch Flat-screens to steal, somehow. But no, it was letting him know that his bill had been paid by the Martha Wayne Foundation for Youths-At-Risk.

Later that night, Batman appeared on his fire escape. Asking if he could talk to Jason, and Jason let Batman in, keeping a .45 revolver in his hoodie-pocket. The gun wasn't loaded. Jason didn't even have bullets. But it made him feel at ease. Batman informed him that he had pulled strings with the Wayne Foundation to help Jason out, and in return, Jason would be Batman's informant in Crime Alley. For a few weeks, Jason informed for Batman. Till a couple of thugs caught on that Jason was spying on them and attacked him. He fought as well as he could which, for his young age and the small frame was valiantly, but he was eventually beaten down, and as the thugs were about to do him in, the caped crusader came to his aid. Batman checked on Jason when one of the thugs got back on their feet and aimed his gun at Batman, Jason threw the Batarang that had fallen to the side, hitting the thug in the arm, throwing off his aim. Missing Batman with a few inches, and enough for the Dark Knight to throw his own, knocking the thug out.

From that day on, Batman decided Jason needed training. Jason was sent to live at the Wayne Manor where Batman's friend Bruce Wayne would care for him. Which, of course, didn't take long for Jason to figure out that Bruce and Batman were the same men. It wasn't intentional in the beginning, he was trained to survive, to live a better life.
Six months of hellish-training, strengthening every part of Jason's being, the 13-year old donned the Red-Green-Yellow Tights for the first time and it was, in his own words 'The best day ever'. He was Robin.

For the past 2 and a half years, Jason's been the Boy Wonder. Following an incident with Two-Face and Tommy Vascetti, Dent's right-hand man, and the man who had murdered Willis - Jason broke Tommy's back, paralyzing him. Bruce has benched him from Robin-duties. Sent him on a retreat in New York to cool off.

Yeah. Went their separate ways, onto doing bigger and better things. Maybe do the angle from YJ and have Donna become a Diplomat? Since I'd assume Garth and Dick moves onto being Tempest and Nightwing, respectively.
I'm posting so Gowi doesn't have to triple post. Announcement incoming


I personally think the triple post would've been the powerplay.

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