Onthe_couch prompt 17.1

[sylph_fics]

"Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery."

Not in my life, it's damned well not.

Especially not right now.

There's nothing resembling flattery in the shambles my name is in because of the godforsaken piece of filth that ran around as me for going on two years now. I swear, I take some time off because I'm getting stupidly sloppy and something from god-knows-when in my past apparently decides that it would be fun to screw with my life and the friendships I'd built by making it look like I'd gone insane.

If Rose didn't swear Wade was dead (and I hadn't dug up the body and had it tested just in case) I'd swear this was his damned work. My current hunch is it's something from in the multiverse, as the HIVE's remnants couldn't be tied tightly enough to my most current problem. Seems to be borne out by the Logans (and one ought to be enough, but why the hell can't any of them be the one from here?) that I keep meeting.

Then there was Bill Walsh in Grant's armor trying to convince me that he was my dead son, come back to haunt and torment me. Or should I mention-- no, I won't. It's not her fault, and it hardly meets the criteria besides.

Or Mirage's little trick of trying to copy me and make me think I'd lost my mind? As though I don't know her?

Or the half-dozen times I'd been framed and set up for a fall for things I didn't actually do?

No, whoever came up with that witty little half-assed stupid platitude had never seen what a little "imitation" can do to fuck up someone's life.


Word count: 300

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[lost-robin.livejournal.com]

(I know I was a good candidate, but she hadn't done nothing worth bein' killed for! I don't just off people! And they didn't have to do what they did to me, either. It was uncalled for, and even the bad Robin can tell you that.

And yeah, it seems to. They don't even realize when their leaders so crippled he can hardly interact, when he was captain touchyfeely when I knew him. Couldn't get by him without a hand in your hair.)

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

(Settle down, Todd. I had heard you were sticking to people 'better off dead', and Dent didn't fit that bill. And you know the clown doesn't care about her, so that wouldn't fit as a motivation, either. --I think I'm not going to ask. I'm angry enough with the Titans over my daughter, without finding out about other stupidities.

Believe me, I'm noticing the Kid's problems.)

[lost-robin.livejournal.com]

(Sorry. I am... I was... I don't know.*hand through hair* And yeah... you don't want to know.

Good. Hopefully you can help him, though I think Speedy's going to start trying to pick up the pieces, too.)

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

(It's all right, Todd.)

Slade spared a moment to wonder what the fuck he thought he was doing, reaching out to this boy... this was the wrong ex-Robin for him to be worrying about--but Todd's pain was too obvious, and too much like his, for him not to.

(Harper's normally been good for him,) Slade agreed. (At least most of the time. We'll see.)

[lost-robin.livejournal.com]

Jason sat back, taking a deep breath, running shaky hands through his hair. It probably wasn't wise to talk to Slade Wilson the way he was, but... way he figured, Wilson got his shit, and in ways he could never explain, he reminded him of Bruce, the parts of Bruce Jason loved.

(Thanks. And yeah, we will, I guess.)

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

(Yeah. Drink, Todd?) Slade made a quick flicker of his hand at the kitchen, cocking his head to the side.

[lost-robin.livejournal.com]

(Sure.) Jason nodded. "Please."

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

"Preference? I have just about everything in the house, between the six of us that are in and out all of the time."

Slade headed that way, listening for the answer.

[lost-robin.livejournal.com]

"Actually..." Jason said, "Juice, if you have it."

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Slade snorted quietly, "Apple, orange, or..." he pulled a bottle out of the fridge, studying it. "Boysenberry, apparently. Looks more like Rose's fault than Joe's, this time." He shook his head, and put the odd bottle back.

Worry about his daughter flashed through his mind, but he kept it off his face as he poured a glass of tea for himself and waited for his current guest to answer.

[lost-robin.livejournal.com]

"Orange, please?" Jason requested, smiling a little, "What's a boysenberry, anyhow?"

He could drink beer, but it was probably a bad idea, since he wouldn't want to stop when he started, and he would have to drive home.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

"Mmmm... Cross between a blackberry and a raspberry, if I remember right," Slade answered as he pulled out the orange juice and poured the boy a glass, then walked back over with both of them.

[lost-robin.livejournal.com]

Jason took the glass and sipped at the tangy-sweet juice gratefully. "Oh." he said, "Like a kiwi?" he tilted his head, "None of my business, but... six?"

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Slade wasn't even going to ask what he meant about the kiwi, and shrugged a shoulder.

"Not particularly worried about you knowing it, either. Me, Wintergreen, Adeline, Rose, Joe, and Raven when she's with Joe."

[lost-robin.livejournal.com]

Jason nodded, he'd almost forgotten the blonde Titan was back, and hadn't known that he was with Raven. But they were a good match, "Got a good family." he said, trying not to let himself sound envious that one.