[ It's an easy jab, but hey it's impossible to pass up as he smirked over at Jason for a few moments before he gave a little press of his lips at that next question.]
You mentioned it a few times last night.
I just wanted to say that I...should have treated you better. Reach out more. Danced with you at one.
[He gave his boyfriend a tired smile, wrapping his towel around his waist before he was moving over to the closed toilet. He hissed a little when he sat down, the burns that seemed to trace the outline of his armor against his skin shifting uncomfortably.]
I don't blame you. Not even a little. But I also knew how bad it looked wasn't nearly as bad as it actually was. So, shower first. Now you can fuss all you like. But first, can I have a kiss?
[For being one of the most feared crime bosses in Gotham, Jason could pull off a fair decent set of puppy dog eyes.]
[He says with a sweet smile and bends down to kiss Jason, firmly and thoroughly.]
Now, you drink this while I get to work.
[A cup of hot tea is passed to Jason as Ed kneels down in front of him and starts to fuss and take care of the wounds, his hands working methodically yet gently.]
[It had been less that Dick had sounded more coherent than he'd actually been, and more that Jason had let himself actually hear the words. Because there was an honesty that came with an addled state, be that drunkenness or concussion. And Dick had looked up at him with those fucking stupidly pretty blue eyes and he'd touched his face and...
The bagel was ash in his mouth and Jason frowned as he wrapped it back up in it's fancy parchment paper.]
Don't worry 'bout it. Just glad you're okay. Try to eat that. If you're gunna puke, do it somewhere easy to clean up. I've got some shit to do, so just... Lock up when you feel better, alright?
[He was lying. He'd fully intended on coming back, eating breakfast, and then trying to get Dick back into bed to sleep for a few more hours. But if Dick was going to regret the words from last night, Jason didn't want to be here when he remembered them.
There was always something to do in the Bowery.]
If you need anything, give me a call. Try to get some more sleep.
sorry this took so long! work is so busy this week
[ Dick still feels like he's way too slow, mentally and physically, frustratingly so. Technically it's probably a very slight difference from his baseline, but for someone like him, used to pushing himself so hard, to strive for the absolute limits of what he can tangibly achieve, even a marginal hindrance is a big deal. Worse, he knows that if he pushes it right now he'd be a mess, and at least he doesn't have an immediate incentive to try to put the suit back on, to get back out there, but getting through to Jason, not letting this moment go? That feels as important as anything could be.
He's aware that he's missed moments before. Too many. Times when he should have reached out and couldn't, because he felt guilty. Because he thought that he'd just be angrily slapped away. Because he was angry, too emotional to see things clearly when he really should have been the one capable of a rational view. ]
Jay, wait— [ He reaches, instinctively, for Jason's arm, or his hand, whatever happens to be close enough. ] Please.
[ He couldn't physically stop Jason from leaving even if he wanted to. It's not like that, he's not making demands. He's asking. ]
Trust me, Doc. I'm doing this all proper like -because- it's you. Otherwise it would have literally been 'Scoop out half, throw in a scoop of flour and roughly the same amount of warm water, then stir'. Pretty sure your science degrees would have strangled me during my next session.
But yeah, last step is to add about 50g of -warm- water. Not hot. Don't kill my yeast. Stir it up, recap it loosely and I'll bring you a loaf of bread with my next session.
You know what, Hood. I am not going to argue that. You get a point for the thought.
Understood, warm, not hot. I'm taking care of it, and sure. I won't say no to bread.
It always worked when I was younger, I would bet it would work here too. I have some I can trade you for the bread if you are low when you return. I was being hyperbolic when I said I don't cook. It is simply not much. Bay leaves are useful in soups.
[ The man will live on pizza rolls and spaghetti O's if allowed but having smoked half his life his sense of taste is kinda wrecked. ]
[He'd be mad at himself later for the wave of reassurance that came from seeing Bruce's name light up on his screen. He answered halfway through the first ring, pressing it to his ear and, for just a moment, he let himself feel relieved at the sound of Bruce's voice.]
Y-yeah. I'm not going anywhere. I'm...
[There was a rumbling sound in the background of the call and Jason made a sound that he'd be embarrassed about later.]
Fuck... dad, please...
switching to prose, hope that's ok! easier for my to write it
The sound of Jason's voice, distressed and whispering the one word Bruce was positive he'd never say if he wasn't scared out of his mind, had Bruce clawing at the wheel of the Batmobile as he nearly mowed down anyone and anything in his way. The streets were crowded, but he was going to get there in time. He wasn't going to let Jason die again.
"I'm coming," he said, voice low and as warm as he could manage. The emotion in him was undeniable, the clench in his throat when he swallowed. "Just stay with me, Jason."
[The reassurance earned her a tired smirk and he shook his head as he made his way to the bathroom.]
I listen to everything. And I don't think I need anything more than burn cream and a few bandages? We'll see after I scrub the worst of this off. I won't be long.
[He was true to his word, leaving the door open as he carefully peeled off his armor and stepped into the shower. It hurt, but as the grim came away, he started to be able to tell the difference between his own blood and the blood that he was caked in. By the time he was done, his skin was pink and clean, a line of burns that seemed to trace the outline of his armor amid all the rest of his various scars.
He had half a mind to wrap himself fully in another towel to spare her from the ragged line of the Y-incision that bisected his torso, but he didn't want to ruin another towel. She'd survive and if it really made her uncomfortable, then she could decide which towel to ruin. He wrapped his one towel firmly around his waist, then gingerly made his way back out into the main room.]
If you need more just holler. I've got just about everything legal you'd find in the trauma section of a well stocked ambulance and a few things you won't find. And don't worry about the towels.
[She looked up from the laptop, her rapid typing not even slowing slightly as she blinked, cocking her head to one side.] That looks like an autopsy scar? [Her tone was part curious and part satisfied as if she'd had something confirmed] You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.
Mmm, I haven't gotten my hands on you all week, baby. I ain't gunna promise shit, but for you I'll at least try.
[His grin was openly flirty and he gave a playful little wink at the newbie. To his surprise, the other man shifted a little and glanced at Greene briefly before he shot them a quick smirk. The expression was gone before Greene looked back over at him and Jason's brow arched a little.
Interesting.]
Babe...how many other other people in your office are openly gay?
[Greene sputtered, looking a little like he'd bitten into a lemon.] I don't see how that is one, any of your business or two, pertinent to the conversation!
Really? Quote: It's not enough when your boyfriend is running up more costs. End quote. That sounds to me like he doesn't ask everyone else in your department for more than 'I need it'. What's that sound like to you, Larry?
[The newbie shifted, mumbling an excuse and gesturing with his pilfered plate before ducking out of the conversation.]
[Edward blinked, equally surprised by the reaction to Jason's teasing. Maybe the upcoming change would be an improvement, after all. Even if it was Jason's presence swaying the newcomer, Edward was more than happy to exploit that as long as he needed to.
Besides, Jason's presence came with other benefits. Edward hid his smile behind the flimsy paper cup of coffee he was nursing, listening to the sputtering of his personal headache. A moment later, it was just the three of them. He let a hand wander back to find Jason's side, drawing Greene's eyes to the touch.]
It does feel personal. [He tilted his head musingly, as if just now thinking things over.] One might even say targetted. That would reflect poorly on you if true. I'd hate for your new employer to think you could prove a liability to them.
[The man scowled, looking like he was considering a retort, but after a glance at Jason, he made a disgusted noise and spun on his heel.] Fine, you're not my problem soon anyway. Have fun explaining bankrupting your department when I'm gone, Nashton.
[Edward watched him leave, waiting till he was out of earshot to speak again.] I never fail to be impressed by your talent. I thought I was going to be stuck all night.
[Tossing his cup into a nearby bin, he turned and grabbed Jason's hand, drawing himself close to the larger man's side like they were actually a couple.] Let's head for the exit. I'll give you a bonus if you can get us out of here without anyone else bothering me.
[Surely not too difficult given the looks Jason drew from most of his coworkers but a little extra motivation wouldn't hurt.]
Jason's laughter followed them through the city as the older man lead the way over rooftops. It wasn't a sound that many people had heard in recent years, and Tim had managed to coax it out of him twice in one night. Dick would be jealous, Bruce would be suspicious, but Jason was just enjoying the rare bit of levity.
Eventually, the run ended on a fire escape, the metal oddly stable considering how hard Jason's bulk hit it. Any other fire escape in his part of the city would have shuddered and creaked, rust flaking off weathered bolts, but this one barely twitched. The window was armed and a fake brick shifted away under Jason's touch so he could key in a code. There was a chirp and Jason slid the brick back into place before sliding the window open on well oiled tracks.
Inside was dark, but they were both well used to the dark. Tim ended up climbing into a living room, not barren and barely furnished like most of Jason's safehouses, but comfortable looking and decorated. Bookshelves lined most of the wall space, an overstuffed couch in the center of the space. Where most people would put a TV he had a desk with a computer set up, though the screen was large enough and the space small enough that he could probably scroll through Netflix with a wireless mouse. Art dotted what wall space wasn't claimed by books and Tim might recognize a couple as Damian's.
This wasn't a safehouse. This was his apartment. His home. The place no other Bat even knew existed, let alone had ever been inside.
Jason himself had crossed the space and rounded the bar into his kitchen, setting the bag of food on the counter before he reached up to thumb the hidden latch that let his helmet pop open enough to slide off his head. His hair was mussed but he was grinning as he set the helmet aside and shrugged out of his jacket.
"Thanks. I've been working on it for a while. Slow going between the shelters, clinics, and the night job. Take off your cape, stay awhile."
The place really did suit Jason, once Tim paused to look around. Especially the books, there were so many titles that he'd have guessed the older vigilante was into, and maybe a couple that Tim might tease him about later. Damian's art softened his smile, pleased that the two of them had enough of a bond that Jason would display it. The tiniest little hint of jealousy sparked in his chest that nothing in the room had anything to do with him, but what would Jason even have done? Displayed mathematical equations? He just--he didn't want to be on the same level as Dick and Bruce.
As he took on the space, though, it slowly dawned on him that he hadn't been taken to some safehouse that would end up ditched in a few months. Jason trusted Tim enough to take him to his actual home. His heart stuttered almost painfully in his chest as he forced himself to suck in a breath. It nearly overwhelmed him for a second, being given such an important gift. Was it even done consciously, or had Jason come to trust him so much he didn't second guess the idea?
Okay, so he was definitely wrong about being on the same level as Dick and Bruce. There was no way those two knew about Jason's apartment, and Tim immediately told himself he'd die before he ever told them about its location. This was special. He was going to hold onto it like the rarest gem.
As his gaze finally turned back to the older man, Tim saw him standing there relaxed and smiling, sans jacket and helmet. The faintest of flushes bloomed onto his cheeks, but he didn't let the sight distract him for long. Instead, his own hands moved to work on stripping as much of his suit off as he could. Practiced, skilled fingers disabled traps and unhooked latches. His cape, the gloves, the belt, his staff, anything other than the skin tight kevlar was peeled off and politely set aside on a chair. There was a moment when he debated taking his top off as well, but it felt out of line to even ask if he could just hang around shirtless while visiting someone's apartment for the first time. Pity he didn't have any civvies.
"I can pour some drinks if you show me where the stuff is?" The younger of the two offered, stepping away from where he'd left most of his gear behind.
Actually stocked it, huh? Well, I'll wait to pass my impressions until I've seen what you've stocked it with, but that's a good start.
[He said it with a smirk, clearly teasing the older man a little, but he held his hand the entire way to the car. He touched him the entire drive back to the Tower, his arm threaded through the gap between Dick's side and where his cast was resting on the armrest so that Jason's hand could lay on his thigh. Not teasing or hinting or anything untoward. Just touching him. Keeping contact.
Getting the call that Dick had been hurt had shaken him up. After all, even something as simple as a broken arm, if it healed wrong it could change their lives forever. Dick wasn't worried, but Jason couldn't help the little line of dread that traced his spine.
Dick was the first of them to fly. It wouldn't be right if he was grounded.
It was that line of worry that distracted him enough to get him to step out of the elevator into that dark room....but then his instincts kicked in and he was in the process of dropping his bag and pulling the knife that he sure as hell shouldn't have been able to have on the plane. He didn't actually have time to throw it towards one of the people he could feel hiding, but it was a close thing.
He ended up freezing in the stance to throw for a solid second before he straightened up and turned to give Dick a wild look.]
I almost...! You-! You motherfucker, that was a bad idea on so many fucking levels and you are so lucky I didn't gut someone, you ass hat!
[The flare of anger was real. But so was the complicated, adrenaline filled grin that slowly crept over his lips.]
[ it's a bit of a new nickname he's trying and usually only mobilized in times of desperation, like now, as Jason pins him in place with wild eyes and so many mixed emotions Dick almost gets dizzy.
but he likes it. likes the taste of the nickname in his mouth, likes calling the fearsome Red Hood his baby, and also, likes the way that slow grin spreads across Jason’s face, lighting his features up.
it was a bad idea because spooking Jason in any way and catching him off guard could’ve resulted in any number of injuries. it’s why he instructed everyone to hide far from reach and to keep a keen eye out and react quickly if something were to go wrong.
Dick steps in closer to Jason to the chorus of laughter from their friends, takes his brother’s face in both his hands, and plants a deep, loving kiss to his lips. ]
I’m proud of you. And I’m really happy you didn’t ruin your own surprise. When you insisted on coming a week early ‘cus I broke my forearm, I was worried we wouldn’t pull it off.
[If he'd been in his armor, he sure as hell wouldn't be sporting stitches from crow talons. It was cool enough outside at night that he'd started wearing his jacket again when he went out as Red Hood, and that leather was old and patched to all hell, but it was durable and very well taken care of.
Glancing up from his bowl, Jason smirked.]
'Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.' [Once again, his love of languages and grasp of accents proved useful. He didn't have a spot on Clark Gable, but it was passable enough. He chuckled, shaking his head a little as he went back to his food.] Still, I'll keep the mask for now. Just because you don't care doesn't mean it wouldn't feel really weird if I didn't care. And I shouldn't have to start any rumors. Jace Peters works for Hood, don't you know. My people will vouch for me if someone starts sniffing around. Though, they'd have to be really fucking brave to poke around my part of the city.
[He was quiet, listening to Jon talk. Usually, it was him spilling his guts, not the stoic strawman. It was a little weird...but also kinda nice. Made him more human, in a way.]
Not all teachers need to be kind. My favorite teacher was this brittle old bitty with a fondness for rulers and a stickler for grammar. She'd fucking roll in her grave if she saw me now.
[ It was getting close to that time of year when Crane goes away to Arkham for the winter, or a few weeks as tended to be the case over the last few years. The colder it gets, the less Scarecrow works until spring. Outside of Halloween, of course. So he felt valid in his thought that the Hood was in his civvies.
A half glare offered. ] Close, do it again, with feeling.
[ If Jason was going to do Clark Gable at the Georgian, oh, he was going to make him do it again. Though, Jon would NEVER admit that is why he says it half as much as he does. ]
You misunderstand, I am not saying i don't care so take it off. No, I am saying I do not care to ever know who you really are. Unless either my ring returns, or somehow my amgydala fixes itself. The latter is nearly as impossible as the former... Thanks to Luthor.
[ A flash of rage in his eyes a moment before took a breath forcing it down, Scarecrow getting rowdy and wanting out with the flush of rage over Luthor. Taking another bite before adding. ] Jace Peters can be attacked by the Scarecrow should it come to that. I would only charge a session for the act.
[ Hey, there are some good books coming out. And he has a harmless version of the toxin he made to scare people without actually gassing them. ] I find if you remember them with some disdain, they were likely a good teacher. You don't need to be friendly with everyone. School is about learning, and I would not pass any fool if I had a say. Which was counterproductive when half the staff were sleeping with students. [ Poking at the bowl with the fork again.] Why would she roll, though? I have seen your writing, it is rather good.
He didn't bother responding to the text, but it was only about ten minutes later before a murmur started rumbling through the guests. Apparently, someone had shown up that no one had been expecting. Someone that more than a few people were uneasy about. After all, Jace Peters was known to be a certain Eastend crime lord's capo.
Not enough time for him to have gotten ready for a stage like this. He'd been planning on showing up, apparently. Either that, or he'd had other plans for the night. He was dressed far simpler than most of the rich assholes already there, but he was neat and clean and he'd put in enough effort that he hadn't been turned away at the door. He'd even styled his curls into something resembling order, the white streak striking against all the black.
Catching sight of Tim, he smiled and the expression was one of the predator spotting it's prey. He absently waved off the tray of champagne being offered, opting instead to start moving through the crowd towards the younger man.
The rumblings of someone dangerous being there reached Tim before he caught sight of Jason, but he immediately knew who they were talking about. There was the stark relief of knowing he was going to get rescued from the hell of old ladies pinching his cheeks and talking about how he needed to date their daughters, but when he turned his head and caught sight of the man approaching him, the feelings inside of him were very different.
Heat flushed every inch of him. Not only was Jason incredibly handsome, he was (maybe) inadvertently fulfilling Tim's bad boy fantasies. It was hot that he was dangerous, that some of the other people there were visibly afraid of him. If they played their cards right, Gotham's elite would recognize that Tim was apparently infatuated with a capo, and it would be better not to try to meddle in his business or attempt any hook ups with their daughters.
"Jace." Tim gave a little tip of his head as a greeting, putting on airs and ignoring the temptation to just throw himself at the man. "I'm glad to see that you were able to make it tonight. I'm sure your boss can tell how much good this charity has done."
[They'd survived, and now they were changed for it.
Jason frowned a little at the man's easy smile, a little bit of annoyance lingering despite the quiet of the deck. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the 'mess' had been a ploy to get him out of his bunk. Dick was always doing shit like that and it was...a mixed bag, honestly.
He'd spent the only years he could remember surviving by keeping his head down and retreating back to his rooms the first chance he got, only letting himself be specifically requested by passengers instead of letting himself be randomly grabbed. It was a good way to survive, but it left a lot to be desired in the realm of actually 'living'.
For instance, he still hadn't even really registered the stars overhead as he made his way across the deck to not so lightly thump his fist into the older man's shoulder.]
You're going to get us picked up at this rate, you asshole. I'm not saving you when someone decides to take you back to their room for the night.
[It was only a half a lie. He couldn't actually stop a passenger from snagging the brunette...but he could volunteer to go with him. Which is exactly what he'd do and they both knew it.]
[ he hushed, raising a finger to his mouth as Jason's prod to his shoulder sends him taking a couple of steps back without the mirth leaving his eyes.
of course he didn't want to get picked up either, or pulled into a cabin with a guest, but he also wasn't here to simply do his time and leave. he'd been doing a good amount of digging and narrowly getting away with a couple things here and there, but there were also times where he paid for his nosiness, for his fight, or just for his inability to simply behave. J had unfortunately been the witness to a couple of those, as much as Dick tried to hide it.
besides his larger goal of figuring out the organization of the cruise and getting information on its guests, many related to the crimes in Gotham, he found that on the daily, he wanted little more than to see that rare smile of J's. after all, he'd always been great at getting up after being kicked down, and the reason why he could go on at all was that he could always the light. no matter how bad things were. ]
You don't have to save me, but just--look.
[ he pointed up at the sky, even though all he was staring at was J's face. ]
[There isn't an answering text. Instead, after not nearly enough minutes considering where he'd started from, the sound of a bike pulling up can be heard. He wouldn't usually park so close to the action, but if Dick was calling for evac, he was probably bad enough that he wouldn't want to hobble the few blocks to a more secure spot.
He wasn't in his full uniform, most of his armor and weapons left behind for his would be date, but he had his helmet and his jacket, as well as one of his 45s in a backup thigh rig. It wasn't his usual gun, but it would do.
He was up and off the bike as soon as it was stopped, heading for cover before he started scanned for his idiot brother.]
[He really shouldn't have called Jason for the evac. Not that Dick would've loved to crawl home, but worse than never letting him live it down....he might worry.
He will find things pleasantly on fire, a boat slowly sinking into the harbor, and various unconscious bodies littered about the pier like a beautiful picture. There's a whistle from the back of the building, a little like a bird song. Following it, Jason will find Nightwing wedged up against a wall, legs akimbo, smelling of blood. Still conscious and ready to tell Jason he's fine, though!!]
[And if anyone could hit Black Mask back, it would be Batman. But Jason didn't know Batman. He'd seen the man, of course. At the Townhall meeting, while helping Way protect Mama Wayne from the chaos. He'd seen the man working through the crowd, larger than life and terrifying.
But Bruce was neither of those things. Bruce was gentle and sweet. Bruce held him when he'd tried to pull away. Bruce was his best friend and maybe that meant something after all.
Especially when that large hand brushed against his face and soft lips followed soon after and Jason's eyes went wide as a flurry of butterflies erupted in his stomach. His blush burned quick and bright, the usually easy to miss freckles standing out starkly on his cheekbones as he stared for probably a few seconds too long.]
I-
[The radio in the excavator barked static before someone came over the line and Jason didn't catch a single word of the message but the sound of it snapped him out of his daze enough that he was able to put the ear plugs in his pocket before climbing down from the cab and jogging back over to plop his borrowed helmet back on it's peg. He was stopped briefly by one of Bruce's co-workers, but he was quick to shake his head and continue on his way, despite the frown that followed him out.]
[ Black Mask was at the top of his list. His Party Animals were volatile, destructive. Dangerous and while Bruce had been making inroads in their numbers, they were like parasites: more popping up even if you've squashed a horde. If he wanted them to stop, stop hurting Gotham and the innocent people who lived there, to stop hurting Jay? He'd have to stomp out their leader. And Bruce was gunning for him.
His work stopped only long enough for Jason to make his hasty exit. He doesn't pay attention to the voice on the radio. Just gets back to work when Jay's out of sight and Bruce doesn't have to watch him retreat anymore. If anyone had an opinion, it was better kept to themselves. He worked the rest of his shift in silence, which wasn't anything new but there was some kind of edge to him that made him less approachable than he used to be.
After work, he had a lot of prep to do before he went out for the night. He still made a detour to Jay's place. There'd be time. The Party Animals wouldn't have fun without him.
As far as apartments in the Bowery go, Jason's isn't the worst. It isn't the best, either, but the building was maintained and it didn't smell like piss or weed. He answered the door quickly, looking a little harried, but still offering a slightly lopsided smile as he stepped aside to let the younger man into his space.
"Hey. Feel free to toss your bag wherever you want." He gestured off handedly towards the living room with it's old, thrifted couch and it's more bookshelves than wall space. The tiny gallery style kitchen smelled like peppers and warm bread. A small radio on the top of the fridge crooned out soft spanish music. Everything was picked up and neat and...and it wasn't a safehouse.
It was domestic. Mundane. There was art on the walls. Completely unlike what most people would picture as his backdrop.
"I forgot to ask if you liked corn or flour tortillas, so I made a batch of both..." Well, 'making' was more accurate. He was still very much cooking, his bulk looking surprisingly at ease in the small space. "Zesti and beer in the fridge."
Tim couldn't deny that domesticity looked good on Jason. He was normally such a big, punchy guy who always had a snarky comment at the ready, but he looked equally as at home in the kitchen with his fingers gripping the handle of a pan as he normally did with his finger on the trigger of a gun. Not that Tim was going to admit it, but he had a horrible feeling he did look at Jason a beat too long as he entered the apartment and slid his pack next to the door.
"Smells good," he offered, meandering to the kitchen and leaning in the doorway to watch. Seriously. Jason had no good reason to look that good doing nothing special at all. Maybe Tim's just lonely. Or maybe he's thought about this kind of thing before and never thought it would happen in a million years. "Need a hand?"
[He's better than he thought he was. For the most part.
Jason smirked a little at the jab, shoulders easy and relaxed....until Dick continued. Tried to assure him that Dick could just leave if he wasn't sure. Like Jason would have offered if he wasn't. That smirk faded with each word until finally he was stone faced and maybe even a little angry.
A little tense.
He pulled his foot back, crossing his legs on the cushion as he leaned over to snatch his tea back off the table.]
You're something else, you know that? Dick, if this were Tim's place- if it were Tim sitting here instead of me? Or Babs. Or anyone else in this fucked up family- you wouldn't have even bothered asking. You would have just grabbed a pillow and sacked out.
[oh great. Dick, these days, is certain he doesn't actually ever know what to say at any given time. the hell did he say now....as far as he's concerned, he was trying not to make Jason feel like he had to do anything.]
No...no, I wouldn't have. I would have asked them the same thing, or I wouldn't have asked, and just left.
[which for the most case is true. things aren't as bad as they've been between the whole family after the last fiasco but it's always a bit of a landmine dancefloor]
Relax, I'm just wearing your nerves. I'll stop. Evac stage is just up ahead, anyway. We're on foot the rest of the way. If you see a flower, don't touch it.
[True to his word, it wasn't long before they came up out of the convoluted waterways into what looked like an abandoned lot, complete with overgrowth and trash piles half disintegrated into the wild green. This had been somewhere Ivy had worked once upon a time, but now the high walls of the neighboring buildings and so much natural camouflage made it the perfect place to stash their exit strategies.
Red Hood tucked his bike into it's temporary home, took a couple steps back to make sure it blended, then gestured for the older man to follow him as he headed for the gap between buildings. Apparently, he was done sassing now that the job was officially upon them.]
[Nathan's irritated expression smoothed out as they emerged, gaze sweeping over the greenery and garbage assessingly. It was a good spot to hide a couple of bikes for a quick exit. He had a backup option up his sleeve if needed, too, but Hood didn't need to know that. Besides, he couldn't have 'ported them in, so they'd needed the rides regardless.
Quietly, he followed after the vigilante, not moving as silently, but at least for now, he couldn't pick up on any minds nearby. It was safe enough to talk, keeping his voice low as they advanced between the surrounding buildings.]
What's the strategy here?
[Hood was right, Nathan had asked for his help for a reason so he'd accept the younger man's plan.]
[When was the last time someone smiled at him like that? Treated him kindly instead of just doing the job no matter if it hurt? Even Roy tended to just sit on him and staple things shut if they weren't somewhere really secure. And Talia...
Well, the years he'd spent with the League were years he didn't exactly think back fondly on.
As Lin Lie pulled back and that warmth faded, Jason slowly relaxed his death grip on the water tank, shoulders flexing as he pushed himself up to properly sit instead of just leaning back against the wall. His hands worked the knife he'd tightened the tourniquet with, sheathing it once it was pulled free and hissing as he finished pulling the strap off his leg. It fucking hurt as blood rushed back into his leg.
But not nearly as much as it would have.]
That's a hell of a party trick, kid. Thanks. I-..[He cut himself off with a shake of his head, instead reaching out to lightly grip the younger man's shoulder. And if he gave Lin Lie a small, slightly lopsided smile? Well, the younger man didn't know how rare they were, so he shouldn't tease him about it. Right?] Just-
[ Lin Lie leaned back and finally ended up sitting properly on the roof's floor as well, just enjoying a moment of quiet between them as Jason unfastened the tourniquet. Then he winced in sympathy. ]
Ouch, yeah, that feeling sucks. Do you want me to help with it too, or...? It wouldn't be a problem.
[ He was not expecting the touch or the sincere gratitude—Lin Lie didn't actually get those very often—and that, combined with Jason's smile, was all pretty disarming. It was true that he might not fully grasp how rare a smile like that was, but he could appreciate how good it looked on Jason. ]
Ah, don't mention it; I'm glad I could help in time. [ It was an honest answer; seeing someone safe and no longer in pain is always a reward enough, more so if he knew them, even if it was only a little.
Lin Lie looked away after a moment, still smiling. He attempted to discreetly rub under one of his masked eyes with the back of his hand. He had his own run with a few demons earlier this night, and after this, his chi was running a bit low. He needed to replenish his energy, much like the Flash after using his powers for long. ]
I don't suppose you know what places are still open at this hour where I could grab something to eat? I'm not super familiar with Gotham; I was just visiting.
Been a while since I've been in town. Had some things to take care of. What, you didn't notice? I know the ex was wearing the suit for a little while there but we have very different styles. I'm hurt. Wounded, even.
And starving, actually. I'm going to need at least some satay to start.
[He was incredibly lucky that it hadn't been worse. If he'd still been Robin with a wound like this, Bruce would have wrapped him up in that big cape and hauled him back to the Cave in a heartbeat. But the Cave wasn't an option anymore. Not for him. So, instead, he'd made himself Barbara's problem and he'd feel shitty about that later.
But in the moment, he was just grateful to feel like he might not die.]
I trust you, Barbie. You ain't gotta convince me.
[It was a big admission coming from him, but he didn't try to pull it back or make it less of an olive branch. It was true and she knew it was true and he didn't want to cheapen it, so instead he only sucked in a breath as she set to work, doing his best to hold himself still and quiet.]
I'm no expert. But. Well, in this line of work. We all have some experience dealing with injuries. You're just lucky it wasn't worse. Pretty sure they almost got an artery.
[She says, biting her lower lip as she bandages around the blade, careful to leave it in place for now and apply pressure to it. All Barbara could do was be there. She knows the situation with him and Bruce was...complicated. But at least she could listen. Support both of them. Encourage them whenever they might be ready to sort things out between them.]
You know, just because things are complicated right now, that doesn't mean that Bruce or Alfred would ever turn you away like this.
[But she gets that she was closer. And the one usually at hand with communicating with everyone, helping keep an eye on things.]
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[ It's an easy jab, but hey it's impossible to pass up as he smirked over at Jason for a few moments before he gave a little press of his lips at that next question.]
You mentioned it a few times last night.
I just wanted to say that I...should have treated you better. Reach out more. Danced with you at one.
(Sorry for the delay, my brain took a swerve. XD )
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[He gave his boyfriend a tired smile, wrapping his towel around his waist before he was moving over to the closed toilet. He hissed a little when he sat down, the burns that seemed to trace the outline of his armor against his skin shifting uncomfortably.]
I don't blame you. Not even a little. But I also knew how bad it looked wasn't nearly as bad as it actually was. So, shower first. Now you can fuss all you like. But first, can I have a kiss?
[For being one of the most feared crime bosses in Gotham, Jason could pull off a fair decent set of puppy dog eyes.]
thank you for moving 💕
[He says with a sweet smile and bends down to kiss Jason, firmly and thoroughly.]
Now, you drink this while I get to work.
[A cup of hot tea is passed to Jason as Ed kneels down in front of him and starts to fuss and take care of the wounds, his hands working methodically yet gently.]
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[It had been less that Dick had sounded more coherent than he'd actually been, and more that Jason had let himself actually hear the words. Because there was an honesty that came with an addled state, be that drunkenness or concussion. And Dick had looked up at him with those fucking stupidly pretty blue eyes and he'd touched his face and...
The bagel was ash in his mouth and Jason frowned as he wrapped it back up in it's fancy parchment paper.]
Don't worry 'bout it. Just glad you're okay. Try to eat that. If you're gunna puke, do it somewhere easy to clean up. I've got some shit to do, so just... Lock up when you feel better, alright?
[He was lying. He'd fully intended on coming back, eating breakfast, and then trying to get Dick back into bed to sleep for a few more hours. But if Dick was going to regret the words from last night, Jason didn't want to be here when he remembered them.
There was always something to do in the Bowery.]
If you need anything, give me a call. Try to get some more sleep.
sorry this took so long! work is so busy this week
[ Dick still feels like he's way too slow, mentally and physically, frustratingly so. Technically it's probably a very slight difference from his baseline, but for someone like him, used to pushing himself so hard, to strive for the absolute limits of what he can tangibly achieve, even a marginal hindrance is a big deal. Worse, he knows that if he pushes it right now he'd be a mess, and at least he doesn't have an immediate incentive to try to put the suit back on, to get back out there, but getting through to Jason, not letting this moment go? That feels as important as anything could be.
He's aware that he's missed moments before. Too many. Times when he should have reached out and couldn't, because he felt guilty. Because he thought that he'd just be angrily slapped away. Because he was angry, too emotional to see things clearly when he really should have been the one capable of a rational view. ]
Jay, wait— [ He reaches, instinctively, for Jason's arm, or his hand, whatever happens to be close enough. ] Please.
[ He couldn't physically stop Jason from leaving even if he wanted to. It's not like that, he's not making demands. He's asking. ]
No worries ^_^ My brain also took a few days to reset.
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Trust me, Doc. I'm doing this all proper like -because- it's you. Otherwise it would have literally been 'Scoop out half, throw in a scoop of flour and roughly the same amount of warm water, then stir'. Pretty sure your science degrees would have strangled me during my next session.
But yeah, last step is to add about 50g of -warm- water. Not hot. Don't kill my yeast. Stir it up, recap it loosely and I'll bring you a loaf of bread with my next session.
Bay leaves? Really? That actually works?
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Understood, warm, not hot. I'm taking care of it, and sure. I won't say no to bread.
It always worked when I was younger, I would bet it would work here too. I have some I can trade you for the bread if you are low when you return. I was being hyperbolic when I said I don't cook. It is simply not much. Bay leaves are useful in soups.
[ The man will live on pizza rolls and spaghetti O's if allowed but having smoked half his life his sense of taste is kinda wrecked. ]
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[He'd be mad at himself later for the wave of reassurance that came from seeing Bruce's name light up on his screen. He answered halfway through the first ring, pressing it to his ear and, for just a moment, he let himself feel relieved at the sound of Bruce's voice.]
Y-yeah. I'm not going anywhere. I'm...
[There was a rumbling sound in the background of the call and Jason made a sound that he'd be embarrassed about later.]
Fuck... dad, please...
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"I'm coming," he said, voice low and as warm as he could manage. The emotion in him was undeniable, the clench in his throat when he swallowed. "Just stay with me, Jason."
Totally fine! ^_^
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[The reassurance earned her a tired smirk and he shook his head as he made his way to the bathroom.]
I listen to everything. And I don't think I need anything more than burn cream and a few bandages? We'll see after I scrub the worst of this off. I won't be long.
[He was true to his word, leaving the door open as he carefully peeled off his armor and stepped into the shower. It hurt, but as the grim came away, he started to be able to tell the difference between his own blood and the blood that he was caked in. By the time he was done, his skin was pink and clean, a line of burns that seemed to trace the outline of his armor amid all the rest of his various scars.
He had half a mind to wrap himself fully in another towel to spare her from the ragged line of the Y-incision that bisected his torso, but he didn't want to ruin another towel. She'd survive and if it really made her uncomfortable, then she could decide which towel to ruin. He wrapped his one towel firmly around his waist, then gingerly made his way back out into the main room.]
There. Little less like raw hamburger.
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[She looked up from the laptop, her rapid typing not even slowing slightly as she blinked, cocking her head to one side.] That looks like an autopsy scar? [Her tone was part curious and part satisfied as if she'd had something confirmed] You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.
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Mmm, I haven't gotten my hands on you all week, baby. I ain't gunna promise shit, but for you I'll at least try.
[His grin was openly flirty and he gave a playful little wink at the newbie. To his surprise, the other man shifted a little and glanced at Greene briefly before he shot them a quick smirk. The expression was gone before Greene looked back over at him and Jason's brow arched a little.
Interesting.]
Babe...how many other other people in your office are openly gay?
[Greene sputtered, looking a little like he'd bitten into a lemon.] I don't see how that is one, any of your business or two, pertinent to the conversation!
Really? Quote: It's not enough when your boyfriend is running up more costs. End quote. That sounds to me like he doesn't ask everyone else in your department for more than 'I need it'. What's that sound like to you, Larry?
[The newbie shifted, mumbling an excuse and gesturing with his pilfered plate before ducking out of the conversation.]
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Besides, Jason's presence came with other benefits. Edward hid his smile behind the flimsy paper cup of coffee he was nursing, listening to the sputtering of his personal headache. A moment later, it was just the three of them. He let a hand wander back to find Jason's side, drawing Greene's eyes to the touch.]
It does feel personal. [He tilted his head musingly, as if just now thinking things over.] One might even say targetted. That would reflect poorly on you if true. I'd hate for your new employer to think you could prove a liability to them.
[The man scowled, looking like he was considering a retort, but after a glance at Jason, he made a disgusted noise and spun on his heel.] Fine, you're not my problem soon anyway. Have fun explaining bankrupting your department when I'm gone, Nashton.
[Edward watched him leave, waiting till he was out of earshot to speak again.] I never fail to be impressed by your talent. I thought I was going to be stuck all night.
[Tossing his cup into a nearby bin, he turned and grabbed Jason's hand, drawing himself close to the larger man's side like they were actually a couple.] Let's head for the exit. I'll give you a bonus if you can get us out of here without anyone else bothering me.
[Surely not too difficult given the looks Jason drew from most of his coworkers but a little extra motivation wouldn't hurt.]
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Jason's laughter followed them through the city as the older man lead the way over rooftops. It wasn't a sound that many people had heard in recent years, and Tim had managed to coax it out of him twice in one night. Dick would be jealous, Bruce would be suspicious, but Jason was just enjoying the rare bit of levity.
Eventually, the run ended on a fire escape, the metal oddly stable considering how hard Jason's bulk hit it. Any other fire escape in his part of the city would have shuddered and creaked, rust flaking off weathered bolts, but this one barely twitched. The window was armed and a fake brick shifted away under Jason's touch so he could key in a code. There was a chirp and Jason slid the brick back into place before sliding the window open on well oiled tracks.
Inside was dark, but they were both well used to the dark. Tim ended up climbing into a living room, not barren and barely furnished like most of Jason's safehouses, but comfortable looking and decorated. Bookshelves lined most of the wall space, an overstuffed couch in the center of the space. Where most people would put a TV he had a desk with a computer set up, though the screen was large enough and the space small enough that he could probably scroll through Netflix with a wireless mouse. Art dotted what wall space wasn't claimed by books and Tim might recognize a couple as Damian's.
This wasn't a safehouse. This was his apartment. His home. The place no other Bat even knew existed, let alone had ever been inside.
Jason himself had crossed the space and rounded the bar into his kitchen, setting the bag of food on the counter before he reached up to thumb the hidden latch that let his helmet pop open enough to slide off his head. His hair was mussed but he was grinning as he set the helmet aside and shrugged out of his jacket.
"Thanks. I've been working on it for a while. Slow going between the shelters, clinics, and the night job. Take off your cape, stay awhile."
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As he took on the space, though, it slowly dawned on him that he hadn't been taken to some safehouse that would end up ditched in a few months. Jason trusted Tim enough to take him to his actual home. His heart stuttered almost painfully in his chest as he forced himself to suck in a breath. It nearly overwhelmed him for a second, being given such an important gift. Was it even done consciously, or had Jason come to trust him so much he didn't second guess the idea?
Okay, so he was definitely wrong about being on the same level as Dick and Bruce. There was no way those two knew about Jason's apartment, and Tim immediately told himself he'd die before he ever told them about its location. This was special. He was going to hold onto it like the rarest gem.
As his gaze finally turned back to the older man, Tim saw him standing there relaxed and smiling, sans jacket and helmet. The faintest of flushes bloomed onto his cheeks, but he didn't let the sight distract him for long. Instead, his own hands moved to work on stripping as much of his suit off as he could. Practiced, skilled fingers disabled traps and unhooked latches. His cape, the gloves, the belt, his staff, anything other than the skin tight kevlar was peeled off and politely set aside on a chair. There was a moment when he debated taking his top off as well, but it felt out of line to even ask if he could just hang around shirtless while visiting someone's apartment for the first time. Pity he didn't have any civvies.
"I can pour some drinks if you show me where the stuff is?" The younger of the two offered, stepping away from where he'd left most of his gear behind.
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sorry it's so long, but, yk, ~~feelings~~ please don't feel like you gotta match!
Never apologize for novels. XD I love them! Also, TW for injury and medical shit.
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babyyy :< meanwhile, tim: https://i.imgur.com/bGFAK1T.jpeg
XD!!
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Actually stocked it, huh? Well, I'll wait to pass my impressions until I've seen what you've stocked it with, but that's a good start.
[He said it with a smirk, clearly teasing the older man a little, but he held his hand the entire way to the car. He touched him the entire drive back to the Tower, his arm threaded through the gap between Dick's side and where his cast was resting on the armrest so that Jason's hand could lay on his thigh. Not teasing or hinting or anything untoward. Just touching him. Keeping contact.
Getting the call that Dick had been hurt had shaken him up. After all, even something as simple as a broken arm, if it healed wrong it could change their lives forever. Dick wasn't worried, but Jason couldn't help the little line of dread that traced his spine.
Dick was the first of them to fly. It wouldn't be right if he was grounded.
It was that line of worry that distracted him enough to get him to step out of the elevator into that dark room....but then his instincts kicked in and he was in the process of dropping his bag and pulling the knife that he sure as hell shouldn't have been able to have on the plane. He didn't actually have time to throw it towards one of the people he could feel hiding, but it was a close thing.
He ended up freezing in the stance to throw for a solid second before he straightened up and turned to give Dick a wild look.]
I almost...! You-! You motherfucker, that was a bad idea on so many fucking levels and you are so lucky I didn't gut someone, you ass hat!
[The flare of anger was real. But so was the complicated, adrenaline filled grin that slowly crept over his lips.]
Ty!!
[ it's a bit of a new nickname he's trying and usually only mobilized in times of desperation, like now, as Jason pins him in place with wild eyes and so many mixed emotions Dick almost gets dizzy.
but he likes it. likes the taste of the nickname in his mouth, likes calling the fearsome Red Hood his baby, and also, likes the way that slow grin spreads across Jason’s face, lighting his features up.
it was a bad idea because spooking Jason in any way and catching him off guard could’ve resulted in any number of injuries. it’s why he instructed everyone to hide far from reach and to keep a keen eye out and react quickly if something were to go wrong.
Dick steps in closer to Jason to the chorus of laughter from their friends, takes his brother’s face in both his hands, and plants a deep, loving kiss to his lips. ]
I’m proud of you. And I’m really happy you didn’t ruin your own surprise. When you insisted on coming a week early ‘cus I broke my forearm, I was worried we wouldn’t pull it off.
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sorry for the slow... i went on vacay ;u;
You are totally fine, bb ^_^
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[If he'd been in his armor, he sure as hell wouldn't be sporting stitches from crow talons. It was cool enough outside at night that he'd started wearing his jacket again when he went out as Red Hood, and that leather was old and patched to all hell, but it was durable and very well taken care of.
Glancing up from his bowl, Jason smirked.]
'Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.' [Once again, his love of languages and grasp of accents proved useful. He didn't have a spot on Clark Gable, but it was passable enough. He chuckled, shaking his head a little as he went back to his food.] Still, I'll keep the mask for now. Just because you don't care doesn't mean it wouldn't feel really weird if I didn't care. And I shouldn't have to start any rumors. Jace Peters works for Hood, don't you know. My people will vouch for me if someone starts sniffing around. Though, they'd have to be really fucking brave to poke around my part of the city.
[He was quiet, listening to Jon talk. Usually, it was him spilling his guts, not the stoic strawman. It was a little weird...but also kinda nice. Made him more human, in a way.]
Not all teachers need to be kind. My favorite teacher was this brittle old bitty with a fondness for rulers and a stickler for grammar. She'd fucking roll in her grave if she saw me now.
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A half glare offered. ] Close, do it again, with feeling.
[ If Jason was going to do Clark Gable at the Georgian, oh, he was going to make him do it again. Though, Jon would NEVER admit that is why he says it half as much as he does. ]
You misunderstand, I am not saying i don't care so take it off. No, I am saying I do not care to ever know who you really are. Unless either my ring returns, or somehow my amgydala fixes itself. The latter is nearly as impossible as the former... Thanks to Luthor.
[ A flash of rage in his eyes a moment before took a breath forcing it down, Scarecrow getting rowdy and wanting out with the flush of rage over Luthor. Taking another bite before adding. ] Jace Peters can be attacked by the Scarecrow should it come to that. I would only charge a session for the act.
[ Hey, there are some good books coming out. And he has a harmless version of the toxin he made to scare people without actually gassing them. ] I find if you remember them with some disdain, they were likely a good teacher. You don't need to be friendly with everyone. School is about learning, and I would not pass any fool if I had a say. Which was counterproductive when half the staff were sleeping with students. [ Poking at the bowl with the fork again.] Why would she roll, though? I have seen your writing, it is rather good.
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He didn't bother responding to the text, but it was only about ten minutes later before a murmur started rumbling through the guests. Apparently, someone had shown up that no one had been expecting. Someone that more than a few people were uneasy about. After all, Jace Peters was known to be a certain Eastend crime lord's capo.
Not enough time for him to have gotten ready for a stage like this. He'd been planning on showing up, apparently. Either that, or he'd had other plans for the night. He was dressed far simpler than most of the rich assholes already there, but he was neat and clean and he'd put in enough effort that he hadn't been turned away at the door. He'd even styled his curls into something resembling order, the white streak striking against all the black.
Catching sight of Tim, he smiled and the expression was one of the predator spotting it's prey. He absently waved off the tray of champagne being offered, opting instead to start moving through the crowd towards the younger man.
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Heat flushed every inch of him. Not only was Jason incredibly handsome, he was (maybe) inadvertently fulfilling Tim's bad boy fantasies. It was hot that he was dangerous, that some of the other people there were visibly afraid of him. If they played their cards right, Gotham's elite would recognize that Tim was apparently infatuated with a capo, and it would be better not to try to meddle in his business or attempt any hook ups with their daughters.
"Jace." Tim gave a little tip of his head as a greeting, putting on airs and ignoring the temptation to just throw himself at the man. "I'm glad to see that you were able to make it tonight. I'm sure your boss can tell how much good this charity has done."
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[They'd survived, and now they were changed for it.
Jason frowned a little at the man's easy smile, a little bit of annoyance lingering despite the quiet of the deck. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the 'mess' had been a ploy to get him out of his bunk. Dick was always doing shit like that and it was...a mixed bag, honestly.
He'd spent the only years he could remember surviving by keeping his head down and retreating back to his rooms the first chance he got, only letting himself be specifically requested by passengers instead of letting himself be randomly grabbed. It was a good way to survive, but it left a lot to be desired in the realm of actually 'living'.
For instance, he still hadn't even really registered the stars overhead as he made his way across the deck to not so lightly thump his fist into the older man's shoulder.]
You're going to get us picked up at this rate, you asshole. I'm not saving you when someone decides to take you back to their room for the night.
[It was only a half a lie. He couldn't actually stop a passenger from snagging the brunette...but he could volunteer to go with him. Which is exactly what he'd do and they both knew it.]
thenk! 💙
[ he hushed, raising a finger to his mouth as Jason's prod to his shoulder sends him taking a couple of steps back without the mirth leaving his eyes.
of course he didn't want to get picked up either, or pulled into a cabin with a guest, but he also wasn't here to simply do his time and leave. he'd been doing a good amount of digging and narrowly getting away with a couple things here and there, but there were also times where he paid for his nosiness, for his fight, or just for his inability to simply behave. J had unfortunately been the witness to a couple of those, as much as Dick tried to hide it.
besides his larger goal of figuring out the organization of the cruise and getting information on its guests, many related to the crimes in Gotham, he found that on the daily, he wanted little more than to see that rare smile of J's. after all, he'd always been great at getting up after being kicked down, and the reason why he could go on at all was that he could always the light. no matter how bad things were. ]
You don't have to save me, but just--look.
[ he pointed up at the sky, even though all he was staring at was J's face. ]
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You know me so well. It's been a long night, maybe I'm looking to not think for a while.
Twenty, huh? Perfect. In about twenty minutes, I plan to be on my knees in the shower with my eyes closed and my mouth open. Sound like a plan to you?
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Hm...sounds perfect, little bro.
Might even make me rush through those last rounds to get there sooner. Make sure the water's hot and those knees are spread, yeah?
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[There isn't an answering text. Instead, after not nearly enough minutes considering where he'd started from, the sound of a bike pulling up can be heard. He wouldn't usually park so close to the action, but if Dick was calling for evac, he was probably bad enough that he wouldn't want to hobble the few blocks to a more secure spot.
He wasn't in his full uniform, most of his armor and weapons left behind for his would be date, but he had his helmet and his jacket, as well as one of his 45s in a backup thigh rig. It wasn't his usual gun, but it would do.
He was up and off the bike as soon as it was stopped, heading for cover before he started scanned for his idiot brother.]
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He will find things pleasantly on fire, a boat slowly sinking into the harbor, and various unconscious bodies littered about the pier like a beautiful picture. There's a whistle from the back of the building, a little like a bird song. Following it, Jason will find Nightwing wedged up against a wall, legs akimbo, smelling of blood. Still conscious and ready to tell Jason he's fine, though!!]
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How medical do you want to go with this, cause I can go full medical XD Following your cue.
not a prob! def won't be too graphic or knowledgeable pfft
XD No worries! I just don't want to squick you on accident
i appreciate it!!
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[And if anyone could hit Black Mask back, it would be Batman. But Jason didn't know Batman. He'd seen the man, of course. At the Townhall meeting, while helping Way protect Mama Wayne from the chaos. He'd seen the man working through the crowd, larger than life and terrifying.
But Bruce was neither of those things. Bruce was gentle and sweet. Bruce held him when he'd tried to pull away. Bruce was his best friend and maybe that meant something after all.
Especially when that large hand brushed against his face and soft lips followed soon after and Jason's eyes went wide as a flurry of butterflies erupted in his stomach. His blush burned quick and bright, the usually easy to miss freckles standing out starkly on his cheekbones as he stared for probably a few seconds too long.]
I-
[The radio in the excavator barked static before someone came over the line and Jason didn't catch a single word of the message but the sound of it snapped him out of his daze enough that he was able to put the ear plugs in his pocket before climbing down from the cab and jogging back over to plop his borrowed helmet back on it's peg. He was stopped briefly by one of Bruce's co-workers, but he was quick to shake his head and continue on his way, despite the frown that followed him out.]
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His work stopped only long enough for Jason to make his hasty exit. He doesn't pay attention to the voice on the radio. Just gets back to work when Jay's out of sight and Bruce doesn't have to watch him retreat anymore. If anyone had an opinion, it was better kept to themselves. He worked the rest of his shift in silence, which wasn't anything new but there was some kind of edge to him that made him less approachable than he used to be.
After work, he had a lot of prep to do before he went out for the night. He still made a detour to Jay's place. There'd be time. The Party Animals wouldn't have fun without him.
Knock, knock. ]
Jay? You here?
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For Ruskaroma
Oh, professionally I'm set. I've got a solid set of skills that could comfortably keep me alive with a (professional) purpose for a good long while.
But life isn't just professional...still figuring that shit out.
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For Wingsfordays
"Hey. Feel free to toss your bag wherever you want." He gestured off handedly towards the living room with it's old, thrifted couch and it's more bookshelves than wall space. The tiny gallery style kitchen smelled like peppers and warm bread. A small radio on the top of the fridge crooned out soft spanish music. Everything was picked up and neat and...and it wasn't a safehouse.
It was domestic. Mundane. There was art on the walls. Completely unlike what most people would picture as his backdrop.
"I forgot to ask if you liked corn or flour tortillas, so I made a batch of both..." Well, 'making' was more accurate. He was still very much cooking, his bulk looking surprisingly at ease in the small space. "Zesti and beer in the fridge."
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"Smells good," he offered, meandering to the kitchen and leaning in the doorway to watch. Seriously. Jason had no good reason to look that good doing nothing special at all. Maybe Tim's just lonely. Or maybe he's thought about this kind of thing before and never thought it would happen in a million years. "Need a hand?"
❤️!! Sorry for the delay, busy days
never a problem! Hope everything's ok w you
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For Knightmarefuel
Aww, you're just jealous of my cherub like demeanor.
Spotted the shooter. I'm on your 4, heading to flank.
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I see him. Watch your six. Reinforcements heading your way.
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For Backendbat
[He's better than he thought he was. For the most part.
Jason smirked a little at the jab, shoulders easy and relaxed....until Dick continued. Tried to assure him that Dick could just leave if he wasn't sure. Like Jason would have offered if he wasn't. That smirk faded with each word until finally he was stone faced and maybe even a little angry.
A little tense.
He pulled his foot back, crossing his legs on the cushion as he leaned over to snatch his tea back off the table.]
You're something else, you know that? Dick, if this were Tim's place- if it were Tim sitting here instead of me? Or Babs. Or anyone else in this fucked up family- you wouldn't have even bothered asking. You would have just grabbed a pillow and sacked out.
Wouldn't you?
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No...no, I wouldn't have. I would have asked them the same thing, or I wouldn't have asked, and just left.
[which for the most case is true. things aren't as bad as they've been between the whole family after the last fiasco but it's always a bit of a landmine dancefloor]
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So, end it here or should Dickie wake up to Jay having a nightmare? Both are valid options. XD
im afraid ur not getting away that easy ;0 nightmare it is
Oh no. I have been captured. Whatever shall I do? /deadpan XD
suffferrrrr bc u cannot escape me
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For Bodyslidebyone
Relax, I'm just wearing your nerves. I'll stop. Evac stage is just up ahead, anyway. We're on foot the rest of the way. If you see a flower, don't touch it.
[True to his word, it wasn't long before they came up out of the convoluted waterways into what looked like an abandoned lot, complete with overgrowth and trash piles half disintegrated into the wild green. This had been somewhere Ivy had worked once upon a time, but now the high walls of the neighboring buildings and so much natural camouflage made it the perfect place to stash their exit strategies.
Red Hood tucked his bike into it's temporary home, took a couple steps back to make sure it blended, then gestured for the older man to follow him as he headed for the gap between buildings. Apparently, he was done sassing now that the job was officially upon them.]
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Quietly, he followed after the vigilante, not moving as silently, but at least for now, he couldn't pick up on any minds nearby. It was safe enough to talk, keeping his voice low as they advanced between the surrounding buildings.]
What's the strategy here?
[Hood was right, Nathan had asked for his help for a reason so he'd accept the younger man's plan.]
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For Longquan
[When was the last time someone smiled at him like that? Treated him kindly instead of just doing the job no matter if it hurt? Even Roy tended to just sit on him and staple things shut if they weren't somewhere really secure. And Talia...
Well, the years he'd spent with the League were years he didn't exactly think back fondly on.
As Lin Lie pulled back and that warmth faded, Jason slowly relaxed his death grip on the water tank, shoulders flexing as he pushed himself up to properly sit instead of just leaning back against the wall. His hands worked the knife he'd tightened the tourniquet with, sheathing it once it was pulled free and hissing as he finished pulling the strap off his leg. It fucking hurt as blood rushed back into his leg.
But not nearly as much as it would have.]
That's a hell of a party trick, kid. Thanks. I-..[He cut himself off with a shake of his head, instead reaching out to lightly grip the younger man's shoulder. And if he gave Lin Lie a small, slightly lopsided smile? Well, the younger man didn't know how rare they were, so he shouldn't tease him about it. Right?] Just-
Thanks.
Thank you for this!
Ouch, yeah, that feeling sucks. Do you want me to help with it too, or...? It wouldn't be a problem.
[ He was not expecting the touch or the sincere gratitude—Lin Lie didn't actually get those very often—and that, combined with Jason's smile, was all pretty disarming. It was true that he might not fully grasp how rare a smile like that was, but he could appreciate how good it looked on Jason. ]
Ah, don't mention it; I'm glad I could help in time. [ It was an honest answer; seeing someone safe and no longer in pain is always a reward enough, more so if he knew them, even if it was only a little.
Lin Lie looked away after a moment, still smiling. He attempted to discreetly rub under one of his masked eyes with the back of his hand. He had his own run with a few demons earlier this night, and after this, his chi was running a bit low. He needed to replenish his energy, much like the Flash after using his powers for long. ]
I don't suppose you know what places are still open at this hour where I could grab something to eat? I'm not super familiar with Gotham; I was just visiting.
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For Catlady
Well, consider it an open invitation. Been a while since we've worked together.
Drunken noodles or pad thai?
always The Slowest™, my apologies...
And starving, actually. I'm going to need at least some satay to start.
Nah, you're fine. I'm pretty slow, too
For Farcry
What did I do, Dick?
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But I might have a split lip and a few stitches in my brow. No biggie.
Do you want bacon or sausage in your breakfast sandwich?
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What? Nah! I mean, I've already snuck out. I can pick you up if you want?
[He was out on patrol, but Bruce was working a case on his own for the night, so surely he could take a little break?]
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For Compaginate
[He was incredibly lucky that it hadn't been worse. If he'd still been Robin with a wound like this, Bruce would have wrapped him up in that big cape and hauled him back to the Cave in a heartbeat. But the Cave wasn't an option anymore. Not for him. So, instead, he'd made himself Barbara's problem and he'd feel shitty about that later.
But in the moment, he was just grateful to feel like he might not die.]
I trust you, Barbie. You ain't gotta convince me.
[It was a big admission coming from him, but he didn't try to pull it back or make it less of an olive branch. It was true and she knew it was true and he didn't want to cheapen it, so instead he only sucked in a breath as she set to work, doing his best to hold himself still and quiet.]
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[She says, biting her lower lip as she bandages around the blade, careful to leave it in place for now and apply pressure to it. All Barbara could do was be there. She knows the situation with him and Bruce was...complicated. But at least she could listen. Support both of them. Encourage them whenever they might be ready to sort things out between them.]
You know, just because things are complicated right now, that doesn't mean that Bruce or Alfred would ever turn you away like this.
[But she gets that she was closer. And the one usually at hand with communicating with everyone, helping keep an eye on things.]
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