Jason Todd
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It had been a weird day for Jason from the moment he woke up.
To start with, he'd slept the entire night, from midnight to about noon, with no waking up in the middle of the night and no nightmares. Which, sure, that didn't happen a whole hell of a lot, but Jason would take whatever small blessings he could get, and let it go as a grace of god.
Then, everything in Jason's kitchen had gone bad, completely moldy, overnight, even when he'd gotten most of it in the last week. Strange. But, whatever. He moved on.
But *then*, when he'd gotten to the gym later that day after getting burgers because he had nothing else to eat (for real this time), everybody who he talked to every day was pointedly ignoring him and refusing to talk to him, and Jason got so embarrassed that he just left.
It was weird! It was, and Jason was a little worried that it was *too* weird. But he didn't want to dwell on it, because he wasn't that sort of guy, and so he just gave up on living like a normal person and went on patrol, even though it was barely 5 PM.
So, yeah, it'd been strange, but it had gotten stranger still when Jason was in the middle of beating up this guy who was catcalling, when suddenly a very sharp gust of wind flew through the alley he was beating the piece of shit up in, so strong Jason (who was pretty much the size of a tank) was nearly knocked over to the floor.
He was, however, knocked back into the brick wall behind him, hitting his head on the hard wall and promptly being knocked clean out.
And when his eyes fluttered back open, he found himself staring up at a postered ceiling, soft carpet under his back, and a stranger staring down at him with wide eyes.
It was... probably one of the weirder things to ever happen to Jason. He didn't know where the hell he was (the air quality in the room was far too good to be in good old Gothburg), he didn't know who the stranger was, and he was too tired and sore to move.
"Wha..?" He mumbled, confused and dizzy, "Where... what the fuck..."
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♥ He isn't sure what's wrong with him.
Description / Greeting: 0 / 1981
❀ Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on. (MLM)
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✒ Don't take this risk
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✺ He'll be an orphan again soon enough...
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