tinyterbear:

Things had started to fall into a routine for Terry. Wake up in the morning, wander around Gotham with his dog until he’d familiarized himself with the ancient streets. The afternoon found him in Gotham Public Library, going through city records and news feeds on the clunky old computers. Evening,…

This was bullshit and Jason knew it.

The answer to his dilemma was simple—he just left the family again, maybe stayed in contact this time or just kept up connections with Cass and Roy and whoever else really thought they needed him. But he knew it wasn’t enough. They would miss him, and despite his constant protests and sulking that no they weren’t his friends, Jason knew that he would miss them too.

But he couldn’t stay at the manor.

Not with his morals and methods so strikingly different from the rest of the family’s—his family’s—not with him so estranged from Bruce, not with his attitude and his weapons and his everything.

Ever since the fallout with Cass’ bullet, Jason had been lurking in and out of the manor, usually trying to stay away for the entire day and sneaking back during the night. He was fairly certain that Bruce and everyone knew he was there—the bread wouldn’t magically eat itself, after all—but they hadn’t said anything and Jason wasn’t about to bring it up.

So it was that Jason found himself moodily skulking along the crowded Gotham streets in the evening on the road to his favorite bakery, the one with the really good chili hot dogs. And so it was that he found himself suddenly barreled over by a mop of teeth and claws and fucking mauled by some dog (or bear, or enormous tentacle monster, he wasn’t really sure and he hadn’t slept in thirty-seven hours so yeah) that most certainly did not make him scream like a little girl.

Jason saw a high school or college kid running towards him, yelling for the dog to get down. “Control your dog, kid!” he snapped, pushing the dog off of him. “You can’t just—”

Jason caught a glimpse of black hair and blue eyes just like everyone in the damn family. He sighed, feeling the fight leave his body. Idly rubbing his arm where the dog had left a couple of bite marks, Jason just scowled and waved his hand dismissively.

“Whatever,” he mumbled, acknowledging the boy with a slight incline of his head. “It’s fine.”

ofthefittest:

certifiednutzo:

violetbat:

milliondollardebut:

flyingdgrayson:

luanna255:

Can be anyone. Real person, fictional character, etc. Get creative! ;-)

(Okay, maybe not too creative…)

I haven’t done this in awhile. In light of the last few months, I’m down for this again.

Sure, why not?

I happily reserve the right to ignore the existence of your question if I must :)

That said, hit meeee.

Insert witty joke about procrastination here.

Well why the heck not

Try me.