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> I'm sure they'll wind up getting along great and everyone else will be freaked out that now there's two of them though XD I can already see the look of horror on everyone's face when Jason, Damian and Cassandra start to hang out at their own little corner in the Batcave. "Quick, stop them before they kill off our entire rogues' gallery!"

> Tempted to have Damian bolt to answer the doorbell as yet another excuse to duck out on all the family gathering awkwardness and avoid arguing with Tim, then despair inwardly when it turns out it's not someone he can just run past to sneak out of the Manor for the night. What, he doesn't automatically love his new sibling for giving Dick and Babs grief? You could always just have him linger on the outside of the room with Cassandra, just staring at everyone disapprovingly and not saying anything, because that's what they do.

> > Episode 4 – Kate (Major) > > No title, just Kate haha. I need to flesh out her arc more, I only have a vague idea right now. To be fair, it's not as lame as Jason's arc title.

"You mean, am I here to cause problems?" Jason hadn't exactly thought out how his reintroduction would go. Truth be told he might've been hoping for a lot more screaming and ranting, at least that'd feel more natural. Dick and Barbara tended to wear their hearts on their sleeves, rather than Bruce who kept any and all emotions buried under a cape and cowl. Jason himself still had a hard time thinking about it all, let alone the prospect of spilling his guts to the people he'd wronged. Barbara's reaction had left him with a dumbfounded expression on his face for the few moments of awkward silence before she not so subtly probed the Red Hood for his intentions. "I'm just in town for the wedding." It felt strange, to think that after four years away from Gotham, and almost a decade away from some of the only friends he'd ever known, that he could just walk into the Manor again and everyone would just be....there. It didn't take long for him to notice the rest of the room staring at the trio, as if the entire night hinged on what would be said next. Jason could tell just by the look in Dick's eyes that he was one wrong sentence away from full-blown shouting match. It brought a mental smile to his face that everything seemed to go deafeningly silent when the eldest three of the 'family' had their little standoff. Granted the event that marked the old generation from the new wasn't exactly what he'd liked it to be. > _“How you doing Jay?”_ Four years back in the realm of the living, and nobody had ever called him that. Not once. It was haunting to hear it again, even if it was from the person who gave him the nickname in the first place. Jason decided he should at least try to ease some of the overwhelming tension in the room by taking a seat on the nearest unoccupied couch before responding. Weird how the least casual people in the room were dressed in their civvies. "Oh, you know, undead, dealing with a lot of deep seated emotional issues." Jason wasn't quite sure if he was doing this whole 'joke' thing right, it was always more of Dick's shtick, but hey, progress. "Nice to see you and Barbie got together. Took you long enough." whether or not Dick and Barbara would think he was avoiding their questions or childishly antagonizing them didn't exactly process into Jason's thought pattern. The deadpan manner of his delivery probably didn't help matters either. Sheesh, where was Bruce when you needed him?

> If you go to the IC you'll also notice on the very first post, I've added a list of story arcs we'll be running through in season 1. You'll recognise them as the ones from your CS. So heads up folks, when your story comes around, it's up to you to keep the story going! Phew, good thing I quasi-set up some untitled shenanigans and some-such in Jason's backstory! Though, I'm not exactly sure how major his season 1 arc can be unless it's cool to involve the likes of Black Mask and Bane. Hmm, on second thought, run with that, I've got some ideas in the tank. Note to self: Arkham Origins Copperhead. Expect a post later today once I'm home from work and such. EDIT: I lied. Apparently working on posts while in a warehouse is a lot easier than I predicted.

> > (Also I've returned from an unexpected journey and should possibly get a post up tomorrow.) > > That sounds fun. You didn't stumble upon any magic rings did you? Nope, did find this bitchin' short-sword though. Can't quite figure out why it keeps glowing...

Hey, that poor cabbie was so engrossed in his rambling he forgot to get paid! (Also I've returned from an unexpected journey and should possibly get a post up tomorrow.)

>  Obligatory "Ooh yeah." since I don't know if this was a convenient head-nod to my new avatar or not.

_**Collaboration between Sloth and Dblade, for the hilarity of Jason and Damian brooding at each other.**_ Something one had to be aware of when they were a full time caped crusader in Wayne Manor was the possibility of a Batarang to the face at any given moment, whether it be part of Bruce's honestly kind of screwed up training regiment or an accidental outburst from one of your fellow teenage companions. Jason hardly had enough time to move his head to the side after opening the door to his former paradise of a bedroom to avoid the Batarang that went flying into his old dresser on the opposite side of the room. They could've at least started with some ginger ale. Guess Bruce didn't exactly tell anyone he was invited. Before he'd even gotten a good look at his assailant, Jason had to reach his hand out to catch what appeared to be a broom handle and redirect the force to send...a child? Into the door-frame while Jason backed up slowly into the servant's hallway. "You must be the new kid." Damian tried to suppress his surprise as the intruder dodged his throw with what looked like an infuriatingly small amount of effort. Whoever this creep was, he was obviously a cut above the average break-and-enter type of idiot. Damian was pretty sure this was the sort of situation that called for a pun or casual banter or something, but he found all of that pretty tedious so instead he just charged and leapt at the man, swinging the... It was definitely a broom handle, now that he saw it in light of swinging it down at someone's skull. This had to be the fifth most demeaning weapon he had ever had to assault someone with, honestly. At least it wasn't a rubber chicken this time. He was still regretting not being able to permanently silence the thug he'd hit with _that_ thing. No wonder Robins got so little respect. His scowl-inducing thought process was interrupted when the "thug" he'd attacked casually redirected his overhead strike and sent him smacking into the door-frame. He'd trained too long with lethal weapons to remember that his current "sword" could be caught like that, and he'd hardly been expecting a move that took that amount of training. He pushed the sudden burst of stars and pain out of his head to stand up and reassess his opponent, only to hear the man call him a 'kid' "I'm not some kid, and this is a private party! So who the hell are you?" See? He could do puns and banter after all. Well, if anything, the particularly small doppelganger of Bruce's scowl confirmed that Bruce had, in fact, not told anyone he was invited. Or maybe Bruce hadn't bothered to tell his son about his older adoptive siblings that weren't generally seen in Gotham's premises. Kids these days show no respect, I swear. "What, Bruce never told you about me? Figured I'd be the main example of why _'Killing is unacceptable!'_" Jason looked over his shoulder to see if anyone else was waiting to pop out and grab him. One could never be too careful in Wayne Manor. He simply rolled his shoulders a couple times and lowered the hood of his sweatshirt to better reveal his face, motioning for one Damian Wayne to lead the way. "Come on, we wouldn't want to leave the rest of the family waiting." Suddenly Damian's headache and inability to smash this smug jerk's face in suddenly made a whole lot more sense. He dropped the embarrassingly ineffective broom handle and switched from scowling to idle curiosity. Not guilt or anything at attacking one of Batman's adopted sons though, honestly! That kind of shame was beneath him, and if a life of being raised by a secret society of ninjas and Batman had taught him anything, it was that a little paranoia was a sign of good health. "So, you're Jason Todd. I imagined you taller. You fit all the rumors and angry warnings well enough I suppose. So...ah...welcome home?" Jason allowed himself a smirk while the duo began making their way out of the almost frightfully dusty hallway and towards what would probably be one of the more awkward Christmas Eve parties in history. "Yeah, whatever you say, short-stack." Damian flashed a scowl again at the comment "You know, a year or so ago a crack about my height would have earned you an execution. You're lucky I'm feeling generous." Without stopping for further banter Damian slid open the 'secret' entrance to the hallway and walked out to the others like he hadn't been hiding and not-sulking all night. "I brought a Christmas present. I tried shaking the box, but I think it's mostly filled with insolence and excrement."

> And we're all set to fight if you want, I'll maybe need a hand though. How would you like to go about it? It's not like their little skirmish will last longer than a minute or so, right? Then Jason can just ruffle your hair and we can walk back to wherever the hell everyone is like good siblings with Damian glaring holes into Jason's head. But yeah, might be heading off to sleep here in a few, I'll hit you up with a pad or something tomorrow unless someone comes in like a wrecking ball. Cheers.