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Who: Jason Todd (The Red Hood) and Mindy Walker-Hayes (Purple Haze)
What: Jason's nightmares once again get the better of him. He shares awkward bonding time with Mindy.
When: Middle of the night, maybe some time after one in the morning.
Where: Red Hood's Gotham apartment
Interactions: Closed.
Warnings: Language, recalled violence for now. Will update as needed.

Jason had meant every word he'd said to Bruce-- Bruce, dammit, no matter what everyone else was inclined to say and believe lately-- that night in that ratty old apartment building. The former ward-- estranged son-- had forgiven his second father long ago for not saving him. For his death.

What he hadn't said or even mentioned was that he could never forget his death either. The Lazarus Pit restored him completely, enhanced him, but it also kept that moment bright and vivid. Where for coma victims, perhaps, or others suffering massive head trauma like he had, the memory might have faded, become blurred, or even been wiped clean. For Jason, however, every night was an exercise in the futility of staying awake until he could no longer function without rest.

Then it was time for his dreams to take over. Sometimes he viewed it ironically, a kind of self-imposed flagellation to make him atone for the wrongs he was doing to keep things right. It didn't help, but it was one way to look at things.

"Now hang on ... that look like it hurt a lot more," the voice in his dreams uttered. Each blow from the crowbar echoed in his skull, feeling all the same as if he were being beaten even now. Whomever said a person couldn't feel pain in their sleep should have been shot. "So let's clear this up, okay pumpkin? What hurts more?"

"A? or B? Forehand ... or back-hand?"


And then, later rather than sooner, it was over, his tormentor was gone, and he was alone. Every movement hurt, he knew every step, how every step would turn out, but he couldn't stop. He was Sisyphus in all that mattered, doomed to forever try and roll this rock of his uphill. He knew the door would be locked. He knew the bombs were there before he looked (again). He knew he had to make peace with facts, because he knew he was going to die.

What he always forgot, and was reminded time and again, was what it felt like to be hit by the explosion.

He awoke screaming, same as usual. His throat raw, same as usual. The same old, sick feelings.

Same as usual.

"God damn it, Bruce," he choked out, and just as usual, he couldn't tell if it was rage or a sob strangling his throat.

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Date: 2012-08-02 08:25 am (UTC)
purplehazegirl: (Over the Shoulder)
From: [personal profile] purplehazegirl
"wha?!" The sound of a scream woke her up and Mindy sat straight up, switchblade in hand and extended. She never slept without it.

She was in a strange place, and it was dark. She felt kind of sick and her mouth was sour, had she been drugged? The night came rushing back to her, pop, sugar, rides...

This was Jason's apartment. Jason was the Red Hood.

Did Jason scream? Was someone here, attacking?

Mindy sat in the dark and listened, every sense heightened.

She could hear the emotion-drenched vocalizations, how Jason tried to both indulge and stifle them. Coming back from death must be it's own kind of hell.

She closed her knife and tucked it back under her pillow and frowned at the wallaby she must have kicked onto the ground in her sleep. She picked it up and sighed, leaving the couch, dragging her blanket behind her.

She knocked on the door to Jason's bedroom.

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Date: 2012-08-02 08:42 am (UTC)
purplehazegirl: (Sad)
From: [personal profile] purplehazegirl
Mindy opened the door slowly and in the minimal outdoor light brought through the windows she was almost invisible, and she seemed so small. Her silhouette was shapeless, was she wearing a cape? Was she in costume? No, she had just wrapped herself in her blanket.

Mindy could smell the dampness in the air, the sweat that tasted like primal fear.

are you alright?? is what she wanted to ask, but it didn't come out right.

"I had a nightmare," she lied. "I can't sleep."

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Date: 2012-08-02 04:40 pm (UTC)
purplehazegirl: (Scootch)
From: [personal profile] purplehazegirl
Permission having been granted, Mindy shuffled into the room and on the bed. One hand kept the blanket around her shoulders and the other held on to the wallaby so she was all legs and knees and toes as she scooted under the covers.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." She answered, then gave him a little grin of reassurance.

She settled near the edge of the bed, putting a wide space between them, with the wallaby in the middle like a little guard. But she faced Jason and not the wall, her arms around the stuffed animal. "Just a new place is all. And Gotham sounds...creepy at night." That part wasn't a lie, even for a seasoned vigilante such as herself, Gotham was like a cesspool of Do Not Want.

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Date: 2012-08-04 04:14 am (UTC)
purplehazegirl: (Over the Shoulder)
From: [personal profile] purplehazegirl
"Yeah, I noticed that too" Mindy agreed, "Even New York was noisy. I guess that's what happens though when you're super hero of the city is Superman. Why would you wanna make a peep?"

She snuggled her pillow more and nodded after Jason offered to delve further into Gotham tomorrow. "Are you alright to sleep?" oh shit! I told him I had a nightmare, hopefully he doesn't catch on that I heard him. "I'm to taking up too much room am I? You have enough covers?"

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Date: 2012-08-04 04:25 am (UTC)
purplehazegirl: (Over the Shoulder)
From: [personal profile] purplehazegirl
"I'm good." Mindy answered with a nod, pulling her knees to her chest. Whether it was to keep up a defense or just make her smaller, who knew.