etrayalogs | you hear i'm declaring war; open-ish

WHO: Jason Todd (Titans), Bruce Wayne (The Batman), Jason Todd (WFA), Chrissy (Stranger Things) and others
WHEN: January, right after his canon update to post-death
WHERE: The Tower, Nova City, will update as needed
WHAT: Jason experiences his death and has Feelings about it.
NOTES\WARNINGS: DEFINITE mentions of violence and death, paranoia, fighting, etc.

Cause I Hit What I Aim For (Bruce Wayne, The Batman)
[Jason is busy scrambling eggs for him and Bruce in the kitchen when it happens. In one moment, he's stirring the eggs, hand on the handle of the pan and in the next, Jason disappears. Right out of Etraya's window of existence. The pan clatters to the floor, eggs spill onto the tile, but there's no sign of Jason. Another beat passes and then Jason is suddenly standing back at the stove-top, looking pale, his eyes distant before they roll back in his head and he collapses down into the mess of eggs. His head barely misses the edge of the counter as he goes down.

He stares blankly up at the ceiling, completely unaware of anything around him as the memories of the crowbar, that twisted face, play beneath the surface.]

Cause I Might End the Game For You (Jason Todd, WFA)

[Rest is what's been prescribed for Jason after he emerged from his apparent death at the hands of the Joker, but he can't stay helpless in a bed just waiting for the Joker to show up in Etraya. So he takes his new bike and runs, deeper into Nova City. He glances up to see a familiar face and his anger suddenly stokes white hot in his chest as he begins a pursuit.]

Hey! Asshole!

[He'll carry out this chase as long as needed to get up high enough to fight the older Jason. Why didn't they warn him?]

Could Laugh It Off and Keep Running (Chrissy, Stranger Things)

[The first moment he can escape Bruce, Jason runs. He takes to his bike and speeds across town to one person he knows he can trust, who has been there for him every step of the way. He nearly crashes as his disorientation continues to cloud his mind. He climbs the stairs two, then three at a time. He doesn't knock so much as bang on the door. He's determined to get in, to hide, to find comfort where he can.]

Chrissy!

[He's probably disturbing her neighbors but he doesn't fucking care. When she does open the door, he's pale, shaking, and sweating.]

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I can't. [Jason can, he's done this exercise with Leslie, but he feels entirely overwhelmed by everything that's happened in the twenty-four hours masked as a blink of time here.] Chrissy. I don't fucking know what to do.

You can.

[It makes her heart ache, seeing him like this and not knowing how to help. The only thing she really can do is make sure he knows that she's here, and that she's not going anywhere.] It's okay. I'm here if you want to talk about it- and I'm here if you don't.

I was beat to death. In the same time it took Bruce to blink.

[There's no safety here. No true safety. His hiccuping breaths have him leaning further into Chrissy, seeking even the smallest shred of safety.]

I'm not going to try to convince you that it's okay, and I can't really imagine how you must be feeling right now.

[Maybe not what he wants to hear, but she feels like trying to convince him that everything is fine when he's clearly just been through something horrible would be a mistake.]

But you're safe now. [As safe as any of them can be here, at least. She turns a little, sliding an arm around him.] And you're allowed to feel however you feel about it.

'm sorry. [Jason carefully curls one arm around her as he buries his face in her shoulder. He starts to openly sob, not unlike a few other times he came to visit. This is very different and he wants to make sure he does feel safe after everything that just happened to him.]

You haven't done anything to be sorry for. [She's not sure what else to say, so she just sits and lets him lean on her for now. Her free hand slides up to rub his back.]

[Jason's shoulders shake as he cries into Chrissy. He knows he shouldn't be like this, broken and weak and devastated, but he can't halt the flood of emotions.

Nevermind how ugly he feels with the scars on his face. But that's for later.]

[It's upsetting to see him this way. It makes her feel helpless, but mostly she's just frustrated and angry that things like this seem to keep happening to him.

Making sure Jason is okay is more important than any of that, though. She'd meant what she said before, and there's not much else to say right now.]

I've got you.

'm sorry. [Jason shakes his head. He feels like he should be the strong one, the one capable of defeating monsters, keeping her safe. However he feels entirely helpless in this moment.]

Please don't ever feel like you have to be sorry for needing a moment to be vulnerable. [Maybe it's not what he wants to hear right now, but Chrissy's willing to bet that it's not something he's ever heard.]

[Jason’s shoulders continue to shudder as waves of panic and grief rock through him.]

I… [Words fail again and he leans back just a touch, the scars on his face readily visible.]

You don't have to say anything. We can just sit here.

[The floor in front of her door wouldn't normally be the first place she'd want to hang out, but it's fine for now. She pulls back when he does, and reaches up to press a palm to his cheek.] I'm sorry this happened to you.

[Jason nods, deeply grateful for Chrissy's compassion in this moment. Her fingers brush his cheek and he turns his face away from her touch. He knows what he looks like, how horrific the scars look.]

I was beat to death. [He murmurs quietly.] By a freak.

[He's already said that part, but pointing it out wouldn't really help anything. And most importantly, this is Jason's story to tell, however he decides to tell it. Her hand drops when he turns away, allowing him the space for the time being.]

And now you're back, and you're having trouble deciding how you're supposed to feel about it?

I mean, I'm fucking upset. [Jason shakes his head, but she's right. There's no guidebook on how to feel after dying to a lunatic's hand.]

I don't know. I don't fucking know, Chrissy.

[And for some reason that feels wrong.]

I'd be upset too. [She's upset on his behalf, but it's not the same thing.]

And angry. Maybe a little afraid. There's no right or wrong way to feel about it. Anyone who tries to tell you otherwise is full of shit.

[Jason can't help but give a weak chuckle at Chrissy's words.]

There's a lot of people who are full of shit.

[It's not much, but it's something.]

I've known a lot of people who are. Do you want to go sit on the couch?

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