"A Halloween Mayhem"
- Jason Todd's guide to living through pumpkins, scarecrows and deranged clowns with crowbars,
AGAIN.
All hell breaks loose in Gotham City on Halloween and i...
|Pairing: Jason × Artemis of Bana-Mighdall Roy × Starfire Past!Roy × Donna Troy|
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"As we speak, the scientists from S.T.A.R. Labs are working on the antidote to the toxin in the water supply. Mayor Van Buren asks everyone to stay calm and wait for-" red and silver streak passed behind the reporter, causing her hair to whip around her face and fly in every possible direction "-further informations was it the second Flash?!" She cleared her throat. "Regarding when the water will be safe to use. Look! That's one of the main scientists, Cisco Ramon. Let's ask him-"
BIP!
"So, Oliver, what's the new project Queen Indu-"
BIIIP!
"You want your fellow dude to get bigger? We can-"
BIP! BIP! BIIIP!
Roy moved on the musty green couch to get into more comfortable position, accidentally throwing an empty beer can off the table. "Bullshit" he said slurring slightly, turning off the TV.
"What kind of channel even plays adverts like that?" Jason asked when he entered the room kicking the door, leaving a bright footprint on the wood. His iconic red helmet was tucked safely under his arm. Gently, with care even, putting it on a rack, he jumped over Roy and launched himself at the sofa too, drawing one arm over the back of said furniture. He shot his legs forward above Roy's and onto a tarnished coffee table. The apartment itself was dim, as expected at two in the morning, and only a small night lamp was on in the corner. Although, even in the half-darkness Roy could see small, dark red spots on Jason's jacket. He wasn't even surprised. Considering the fact that the young man had just come back from patrol and, as corrupted and full of scumbags as Gotham was, he'd surely run into some muggers or drug dealers selling to kids. Oh yeah, they'll probably be licking their wounds for a long time. If there was one thing his actually-not-so-friendly bird hated more than the Joker, it would be those shitheads. Or rapists. One of the above.
"How was patrol?" He asked, tossing Todd a beer can and opening the next one for himself. Jason accepted with a sound of metal cans bumping together.
"Quite good" he said and took a long sip. "Whacked some scumbags, kicked some guys in the face, broke some noses, you know, the usual stuff." Red Hood slumped down more into the couch that was surprisingly comfortable despite looking really on the contrary. They might be wayward sons of a millionaire/billionaire, but that didn't mean they'd live like poor. Heroes and anti-heroes need their daily dose of rest and to do so they can't sleep on the floor or get sore muscles from lumpy beds.
"Don't you think it's weird that it's our normal? Drawing blood and maiming thugs." He decided against turning the TV back on, they had their heads fucked up enough as it was, more shit made just so it could air already was way below him.
