“It’s fire. It’s lightning. It’s every heartbeat, and every spark in the world. It’s energy. Everything pulsating and reaching out to me with that energy. I feel more alive when I’m in that state than I do… just standing here. Nothing tops it. But god it’s… painful. I’m burning alive and reforming and… I can’t explain it any other way. I’m everything with it, nothing without it, and I’m in agony either way.
That… that is the price of power.”
Please
“God I’m hungry… Maybe I should find Dick… Make him get me some food.”
Hayden was more interested in her phone than the people around her. Till she fumbled right into one of them. “S-sorry! Sorry, didn’t see— uh.” She stared down at the teenager. “Weren’t…. wait. Weren’t you…. taller… before..?”
// He wouldn’t be a very pious lady XD
(( …..best misread?
Misread SOMEONE’S sn as “anunjasontodd”
Guess what is now my new headcanon for fem!Jason? Just, y’know, different name.
Can this be a thing? Can someone make this a thing? ))
Everything hurt.
Not physically per say… More so emotionally.
Spiritually.
Not even the vast amounts of alcohol the infamous Red Hood was pouring into his body could help now. His head was dropped down against the cool mahogany of the bar, fingers gripping a glass as if his life depended on it. Anyone who even cared to throw a passing glance at the form could tell he was broken in more ways than anyone could guess.
The glass in his hand was empty yet he refused to let the bartender take it to refill the glass. Maybe because he knew if the glass left his hand he wasn’t going to get anymore. He was going to get thrown out. It was only a matter of time, not that he was being destructive in anyway. Just couldn’t have someone so broken at the bar. Bad for business.
Finally Jason released the glass only to be pleasantly surprised when a full gin and tonic replaced the empty cup. Lifting his head off the counter the former Robin made an effort to get up. He had to at least make it to a booth. At least there he could crash like the pathetic excuse for a human he was. Through pure strength and extreme force of will Jason moved from the bar and made it to a booth in the back. Slipping in, the brunette relaxed his head back against the tackily padded backing, heaving a heavy sigh.
He was drunk. Wasted. Gone. Couldn’t even see his phone screen right. Fuck it. The vigilante tossed his phone down on the table and took a huge swig of his poison of choice. Not like anyone was going to come and join his sorry ass.
Yet he couldn’t help but hope that someone he knew would come through that door and sit with him…
Head in the clouds, lips to the glass. The chocolate and Guinness slid down her throat one part sweet and one part bitter aftertaste. Both hands curled around the glass and her eyes flickered between the TV in the corner and browsing the contents of the bar. It wasn’t her most typical after work pit stop, in fact this was more like a tangent hike when it came to getting back to her apartment.
They had a divine Guinness chocolate milk though. Discovered that half by mistake a while back. Even the energy here could be… pleasant. Made it worth the trek back home. Sometimes. The energy of the place that night wasn’t her preferred joyous ruckus, the kind that was easy to lose herself into even as an outsider looking in. Nothing felt lucid. It wasn’t just her head. She’d barely finished her first drink. Maybe just her head, the side that told her sinking into a spiked chocolate milk after work would be a fantastic idea. She was getting tired of finding bricks through their front windows at the office.
Slipping the last of her drink down into her mouth, Hayden set the glass down and motioned for the bartender. “Another, please.” The heat of alcohol was already starting to seep into her skull. It was sort of sad how much of a lightweight she was. Waiting for the refill, she took another look around the room. No familiar faces. Was someone actually playing darts over there..? A couple stuffed away in a booth, not exactly the sort of energy or sights she was too interested in peeking in on.
It was just a shadow moving away from the bar. Peeling away and moving off into a booth. Hazel eyes had to focus for a moment to actually spot the man. The bartender returning to her her glass had been marginally more important than a drunk in a bar. But with her rings clinking against the glass and nothing but sweets and alcohol on her tongue again, she looked back. Was he… okay? A few more sips, and she got to her feet. Liquid courage, as they say. Heels clicked against the floor, slacks and loose pale blue top swished and swayed. Business attire, not bar hopping clothes. Running her free fingers through her hair, she wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing. Beyond just double-checking the guy didn’t have alcohol poisoning. Really, he shouldn’t have been served another drink…
Hayden perched at the edge of the seat opposite the man, brow furrowing at his cell, the drink, then him. Her glass clinked as she set it down on the table. What a mess… “I’d buy you a round and suggest you drink away your troubles… but it sort of looks like you’ve done that to the point of a one-eighty.” The brunette kept her voice soft, not interested in pushing out a fake cheer. Or risking loud noises and instigating a headache in the guy.
“Only if there’s a prenup that states I get all the guns and ammo should things go sour.”
“Wedding’s off. Don’t touch my guns.”
“Well that worked well. I’ll be keeping that trip to the Bahamas, though.”
“You just wanna get your hair braided on the beach.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing. I can enjoy that, and meanwhile also enjoy other, animated pretty sights on the sand.”
“No one enjoys that unless they’re hammered.”
“You’ve never had a scalp massage, have you? Hm. Well, either way. Start with a few rounds of sex on the beach and guess you get there anyways.”
“Only if there’s a prenup that states I get all the guns and ammo should things go sour.”
“Wedding’s off. Don’t touch my guns.”
“Well that worked well. I’ll be keeping that trip to the Bahamas, though.”
“You just wanna get your hair braided on the beach.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing. I can enjoy that, and meanwhile also enjoy other, animated pretty sights on the sand.”
“Only if there’s a prenup that states I get all the guns and ammo should things go sour.”
“Wedding’s off. Don’t touch my guns.”
“Well that worked well. I’ll be keeping that trip to the Bahamas, though.”
