While Tim was peeling himself out of Red Robin, Jason was continuing to do the same. His heavy utility belt was connected to his holsters, so the the who bundle of tactical weave was slipped off his thighs and set aside with his helmets. Surely the kitchen counter wasn't where all this stuff was supposed to go, but there didn't seem to be a specific space set aside for it. At least, not where Tim could easily see.
"That is a great idea, but first let's shove this shit somewhere we don't have to look at it for the rest of the night. Come on, it's just upstairs." The secret wasn't going to remain secret for long, it would seem. And, apparently, Tim was welcome to stay long enough to make hanging his gear a viable option. Gathering up the discarded pieces of his kit, not bothering to take off the thick armor that protected his torso. It would be easier to transport it on him.
Leading the way down the short hall, he ignored the two open doors. The one to the right was a bathroom, while the corner of an unmade bed could be spotted through the door that was at the end of the hall. To the left, however, was a small set of stairs leading up and it was those stairs that Jason took.
Bruce had his Cave. Tim had his Nest. Jason, it seemed, had the upstairs apartment. It wasn't fancy or high tech, but it had room to do his weapon and armor maintenance. It also looked like it had roof access, which meant that Jason could have just brought Tim in this way instead of down into his main apartment.
Heading over to the table, he set down the gear in his arms before gesturing over at a couple of armor stands. "Feel free to hang him up to air out. As long as you don't mind stuff that is going to be way too big, there are civvies in the drawers. Bathroom is in that back corner if you want to shower. Don't take too long, if we let the garlic knots cool down, Nan will kick my ass later."
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"That is a great idea, but first let's shove this shit somewhere we don't have to look at it for the rest of the night. Come on, it's just upstairs." The secret wasn't going to remain secret for long, it would seem. And, apparently, Tim was welcome to stay long enough to make hanging his gear a viable option. Gathering up the discarded pieces of his kit, not bothering to take off the thick armor that protected his torso. It would be easier to transport it on him.
Leading the way down the short hall, he ignored the two open doors. The one to the right was a bathroom, while the corner of an unmade bed could be spotted through the door that was at the end of the hall. To the left, however, was a small set of stairs leading up and it was those stairs that Jason took.
Bruce had his Cave. Tim had his Nest. Jason, it seemed, had the upstairs apartment. It wasn't fancy or high tech, but it had room to do his weapon and armor maintenance. It also looked like it had roof access, which meant that Jason could have just brought Tim in this way instead of down into his main apartment.
Heading over to the table, he set down the gear in his arms before gesturing over at a couple of armor stands. "Feel free to hang him up to air out. As long as you don't mind stuff that is going to be way too big, there are civvies in the drawers. Bathroom is in that back corner if you want to shower. Don't take too long, if we let the garlic knots cool down, Nan will kick my ass later."