WHO. Jace Debney + Colin Ford. WHAT. A good, old-fashioned Robin outing. WHERE. Gotham City. WHEN. Saturday night. WARNINGS. You be the judge.
These days, Gotham seemed grittier than Jason remembered. Though, that wasn't the truth of the thing. Gotham was always a shithole. Maybe it was the fact that Jace was officially the last man standing in his family, or perhaps there was the tiny tidbit that the fucking Joker had blown up his only living conditions back home. He'd been keeping hidden in Gotham - but that was the way things always panned out, wasn't it? Everything always led back to fucking Gotham City. Back to Jason Todd and that fucking red mask. There wasn't a way around it - it simply was. It defined who he was, and every day it defined him further. Congratulations, Bruce Wayne, wherever the fuck you were, you were still setting the course for this lost bastard's life even when you had no direct influence in it. If he ever found that little prick who had the man in his head, he'd deck him on fucking principle.
He inhaled through his nose, fists tightening inside the gloves he seemed to wear more often than he didn't. Overlooking this city, for all its flaws and all he hated about it, was becoming all he could do to stay sane. Ish. It was the one place where everything made sense. Goons and guts and pounding the living daylights out of a rapist - that shit made sense. Outside Gotham territory, the world was a different place. Everyone was turning on one another. Reincarnates were the minority - were the freaks. It was something straight out of the pages of a history book. He hated history. Especially when it felt the need to fucking repeat itself all over again.
It was meant to be comforting, knowing that soon there would be someone else at his side. Someone familiar. Thing was, it wasn't. Jace wasn't necessarily Mr. Personable these days; just his luck to be the owner of one of history's most likable douchebags, right? He rolled his eyes at the thought. Jason muttered something about this being a waste of damn time, but he ignored it. Being indoors with his thoughts was the last thing he wanted to be doing right now. If Colin was willing to come out of his nest for a night out, then he'd take him up on it. Maybe the reincarnated Dick Grayson wasn't the greatest contender for wanting to release some pent up energy, but at least he could rely on his chipper ass to be there when he needed someone. Not that he'd ever make the mistake of saying that out loud. He'd never hear the end of it.
He isn't coming. Jace snorted. If he knew one thing, it was that Colin Ford would never miss out on the opportunity to a) hold the fact that Jace asked him somewhere against him, and b) wheedle some form of feelings out of him. All he wanted was to be away from his constant wallowing. Just for a little while. Maybe then everything wouldn't piss him off as badly as it was.