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Jason Todd | "Red Hood" | DC Comics

[waywardbird]

[ This place had him so on edge. He'd never actually been to the school before, but even if he had Jason was certain he'd still be uncomfortable in this super fucking weird environment. This entire situation had Jason feeling stuck in his own skin, unable to escape. He was so fucking tired of not being able to escape. So that's what he did;

He escaped.

Jason felt good about his current hiding space; a pocket of the maze with a big view of the sky. Sitting on the ground, he lazily smoked a cigarette (something he was sure wasn't allowed on campus, but what the fuck ever; he was almost 18 for gods sake and apparently, the damn things couldn't hurt him anyway). This was nice. He was dreading having to go back inside, but for now, this was better than nothing. He'd just sit here for a couple hours and do his best not to think about anything other than the clear blue sky, the gravel under his feet, and the smell of greenery all around him. ]

Re: Jason Todd | "Red Hood" | DC Comics

[justdickingaround]

[Dick was rarely one for the maze. Mostly, it was too easy to figure out, even when he was young. It didn't even take any memorization to figure out, though that was probably to avoid anyone getting genuinely lost in it.

Still, it was a good place to go, if you needed some time to clear your head. The flowers that bloomed in some of the topiaries were calmingly fragrant, and nice to look at, to boot.

And, sometimes, one could find a good hiding spot. Though when one is already occupied, it's usually best to leave it be.]

Sorry, didn't know someone was here. [Dick raised his hands in an apologetic gesture.] Didn't mean to bother you.

[waywardbird]

[ Jason was so wrapped up in not noticing the world that he didn't hear the approaching footsteps; a goddamn embarrassment, considering his training, but he supposed it could be forgiven given the circumstances. Exhaling smoke, he looked over at the new figure. ]

Sure, whatev- [ Oh shit this guy looked like Dick but also not-? Wait what if he was a teacher aw shit, Alfred was gonna be fucking pissed if he heard Jason was smoking. Play it cool, play it cool. ] -er. It's okay.

[justdickingaround]

[Dick gave him a shrug, not really reacting to what appeared to be recognition. If he knew who Jason was, he wasn't showing it. Instead, he nodded, eyes falling to the cigarette.]

You know, the professor's not a big fan of smoking on the grounds.

[His lip arched up into a small smirk.] But that's never stopped Logan, so I think it's forgiven. Don't worry, I'm no snitch.

[waywardbird]

I'm not really sure what that means to me, but I'll take your word on it.

[ Jason's expression was half-bemused, half-self deprecating. 'The Professor' sounds overly vague to him because, well; aren't all the teachers Professor --? Whatever. He'd figure it out later. Jason took another drag of his cigarette, pleased that he wasn't about to get ratted out. ]

Is this your spot or somethin'? [ Jason stuck his cigarette in his mouth, the ash perilously close to falling off on him, and stood up in one smooth motion. ]

I can leave if you want. Don't wanna invade your turf. [ That made the corners of Jason's mouth twitch up in something like a smile, the edges lined with a little bit of wickedness as the cigarette still hung off his lips. ]