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[fightcoded]

Display Name: Midnighter
Handle: m
Profile Photo: LINK
Notes: From previous TDM here. Any threads can be continued, left as-is, or redone!


hey fb marketplace
m here looking for:
bactine
butterfly closures
razor (straight pref but im flexible)

would (and will likely) kill for:
black pants w 34-36 inseam

up for bartering or side quests as payment (violence is 👍)

Comments

[reneger]

( midnighter doesn't have any shame, nor does jason--but he does have the gall to look up and start--snickering. it could almost, almost be considered a giggle, but he manages to hide most of it behind the coffee cup he's raising to his lips. )

Damn. You get caught in a fire? A collapsing building? Y'know, the short-shorts, one pant-leg look almost works for you.

cw: descriptions of torture

[fightcoded]

Two explosions and an interrogation. Had to lay low a few days just for the brain swelling to go down.

[ The rest is still a work in progress. Most of his skin and muscle has at least knitted itself back together. Fresh healing pink skin is all over his body, particularly his bare thighs where someone had literally salted his wounds over and over again. ]

But the excitement of a new new pair of pants was too hard to pass up. I had to crawl out of my hole.

[ His eyes briefly jump to the closed book on the table, and then back up to Jason. ]

That part of your "identity?"

[reneger]

Thought you'd figure out I don't have one of those.

( he has a few names: jace draper, which he uses most days in conjunction to all the bullshit he gets up to with dickie junior in tow, or when he's out and about trying not to cause trouble, and mal richards--which he uses when he's fucking around in nyc's underground. both identities he answers to just fine, neither of which he's particularly attached to. jason todd has been dead since he was fifteen, and he's got no interest in fixing that here. heron was an id that died a firey death as a large green godzilla tore up the island prison he'd been stuck on--jason doesn't even have red hood to fall back on, given his younger self'd taken the hood for a spin around central city long before he'd arrived.

but he is shutting the book and sliding it across the table. if midnighter flips through a few pages, he'll find a good stack of bills waiting for him--enough for a pair or two of decent pants, and medical supplies. )

Or do you wanna go shopping?

[fightcoded]

I can't keep up with you kids these days...

[ What with their hula hoops and their fake names and their childhood trauma. But no seriously, there's nothing more confusing than the Batman family tree.

Without looking away from Jason, his hand grabs the book and pulls it to his chest. He finds the money as his fingers flip quickly through the pages. ]

Ooo, look at you, sugar daddy.

[reneger]

Book's good, too.

( since midnighter felt like sassing jane austen earlier. jason takes another drink of his coffee, before he's putting it down on the table in front of him. leans his forearms against the table, hands in front of him.

his knuckles are a little bruised; it matches the splotchy green, purple, and yellows barely visible under his collar, but when aren't they bruised up and battered? it's just another tuesday. )

Figured you'd be more useful to keep around if you weren't fighting infected injuries and walking around in--well, those.