[One drink wouldn't make a difference but Edward was perfectly happy for Jason to be a teetotaler when he was relying on the younger man to drop him back to his car later.]
That's probably what they're made of. It's what happens when you want to present an image without paying the price that the reality would require. And yet they still insist on holding those events. [He sneered, the gripe a familiar one.] And I think most of those idiots don't care so long as there's free alcohol.
[Edward had no qualms with indulging a little at those functions when he wasn't driving home, but never to the extent that some did. He didn't particularly care to be impaired, particularly around people he disliked to start with.
Taking the half of the roll Jason had prepared, he took a bite as well, listening to the younger man's answer.] You spend your free time cooking?
[There was a note of amusement in his voice at the revelation. It wasn't what anyone would guess to look at Jason, but that was true of most of the things Edward knew about him, from his studies to his behaviour when not putting on an act.]
I have a few projects I'm working on. [He shrugged, once again trying to project a casual air. Jason wasn't likely to mock those projects when Edward was paying for the meal, but it had been a common enough refrain that it was hard not to expect it still.] I have a new puzzle box design I'm fine-tuning and some modding work I've nearly finished... But I'll probably get a headstart on testing for tomorrow, but there are still a lot of bugs to iron out before I'm ready to demo to investors.
[Jason wasn't exactly a teetotaler, but he preferred to do his drinking in the comfort of his own home. Big groups of people already set his nerves on end and being impaired only made the sensation worse. He had absolutely no qualms about nursing a drink while he cooked or while he was tucked into the couch with a good book, he tended to only sip at the gatherings that he'd been hired for.
One drink wasn't enough to tilt his axis, but he made a good show of being just a little bit sloppy if Edward needed an excuse to stop talking to someone.
Smiling a little at the amusement in Edward's voice, Jason nodded and idly tore off a chunk of his roll to pop it between his lips. It wasn't the first time people got a look at his pierced eyebrow and tattooed arms and got surprised that he was the household cook. Usually those same people were just as surprised when he told them that he wasn't sleeping with Roy and did in fact sleep on the couch so that Lian could have her own room.]
Wait. Back up a second. You design puzzle boxes? Like actual puzzle boxes? That is so cool. I never even considered what it would take to design something like that, but fuck that is impressive. Would you let me see it sometime? I'll never be able to solve it, I'm sure, but I think it would be fascinating to see something like that be built."
[Edward had made his share of assumptions about Jason when they first met, but the younger man had dispelled them all and continued to do so. (Including in those pictures of him with a young girl that Edward had turned up in the social media search that he had no intention of admitting to doing.)
He blinked at Jason, freezing with the roll halfway to his mouth.] As a hobby, yes... As impressive as it is, it's not my most marketable skill.
[Edward got another moment to recover his balance when the waiter returned with their drinks. He'd expected the admission to be met with the typical confusion or polite disinterest that was the most common response - it was all better than sneering disdain for his 'idiotic waste of time'. But Jason was intent on surprising him tonight. Once the server had departed again, Edward set his roll down and cracked his energy drink open, not looking at Jason.]
If you're interested, you can have it when I'm done... I usually hide them in the city and leave clues on Reddit so people can find them. I put a code in each one so people can share and prove they solved it. There's a small community in Gotham that participates. [He glanced at Jason from the corner of his eye, assessing the younger man's reaction to that bit of frivolity.] Or I can show you the design process and construction if that's of more interest.
[His rebuttal was interrupted by their drinks and he absently gave the waiter a practiced smile and 'thank you'. As soon as the man was gone, however, Jason's smile softened once more into his more genuine one as he unwrapped his straw and sipped at his lemonade.]
You know that most people don't care about your most 'marketable' skill, right? I think it's cool. And it's pretty clear that other people find it cool, too. On Reddit, you say? I'll have to look into it. It's like geocaching and Banksy had a love child. Very cool.
Hide it. I don't want to deprive people from what they enjoy. Besides, half the fun is finding it, right? Maybe I'll be the one to find it, who knows.
[He winked, grin widening a little before he chuckled and took another bite of his bread.]
But no hints. I don't want special treatment just because we're friends.
Banksy? Really? [Edward wrinkled his nose at the comparison.] That's nowhere near the level of thought required for a challenging puzzle or riddle.
[But the comparison was less important than Jason's easy acceptance of how he distributed the completed puzzle boxes. Even people who didn't consider making them a waste of time would often question why he wouldn't sell them, failing to see how watching the community race to solve the clues and be first to find the drop location could be worth more than however much the boxes might sell for.
Feeling inordinately pleased by Jason's interest and understanding, he grinned in return and gave an exaggerated scoff.] I don't give out hints to anyone. I'll let you know when I've hidden it, same as everyone. If you can't solve the puzzle based on the clues, you don't deserve to find it.
[Looking down his nose haughtily, Edward tried not to dwell on Jason's decision to label them 'friends'. It was hard not to overthink the word choice and question if it was meant genuinely or if Jason was playing the role he thought Edward wanted from him outside of company gatherings.
His smile slipped before he shook himself from his thoughts and looked back at the younger man.] You seem confident you'll have the free time to piece together the clues and find it.
Oh, I don't know about that. I mean...[He leaned in a little, grin dipping a little in a conspirator gleam.] Can you tell me who he is?
[He chuckled, leaning back and bringing his lemonade up for a sip. Which turned into a decent pull because it was late and he'd worked all day and the lemonade was really good. He didn't quite drain half the glass in one pull, but he did manage a good third of it. Maybe part of the reason for the lemonade over anything else was the simple fact that it was under the 'free refills' label on the menu.]
Mmm, good. I'd hate for someone to find out that you're giving me special treatment. Besides, I'm your friend but I'm not stupid. Maybe not as smart as some of my family, but I bet I could find it.
[The sudden fall of the other man's grin was abrupt and a little startling, but Jason only arched a brow and gave a little half shrug.]
Oh, I won't. You get your cut and start up your own place and I'm right back to the warehouse. But I might have some time come summer. Even if I do take summer courses, I won't be able to take a full course load. And, you know, just because I'll be working two jobs again doesn't mean you can't call me. Not for the app or anything, just...this. I like talking to you. You're fun.
[That little dig startled a laugh out of Edward. Not to be outdone, he pointed at Jason in mock rebuke.] You're the only person who knows that the boxes are mine, and they still present a greater challenge than any mere graffiti.
[So Edward was smarter than an unknown artist.
He toyed with the can in front of him as he watched Jason gulp down his drink with amusement he couldn't suppress. It seemed it really had been a long day at the garage, not that Edward had doubted as much. Curiosity flickered across Edward's face as Jason mentioned his family. The younger man had shared only slightly more on the topic than the nothing Edward had provided. It was a topic he avoided for good reason, but if Jason were going to bring it up, he could at least see what else might come to light.]
I'll be the one to make the determination of how you compare. If you can figure out the puzzle before anyone else. The last one wasn't found for almost four months, so I hope you're prepared to work for it.
[Because, of course, he made the clues to the location harder each time - what would be the point otherwise? Edward took a gulp of his energy drink to cover the way he mulled over Jason's words. The not-unreasonable assumption that once he was free of his current employer, he'd cut Jason free in return, dropping the younger man back where he'd started. He chose to sidestep the suggestion that Jason wanted to stay in contact without anything to gain from the arrangement for now, a different question coming to mind.]
You aren't planning on activating your profile again in that situation? I'm sure you'd have plenty of other interested parties willing to keep you from your Sisiphyian fate.
[A prospect that Edward had no feelings on whatsoever as he let his gaze drift about their surroundings, looking anywhere but at Jason.]
Four months, huh? Well, I'll have the summer, so we'll see if I can find it in two. If I can't, I can always give my work to someone more worthy.
[He smirked, the expression one of easy confidence. He could be competitive, but usually only when it came to his siblings or when he knew someone was about to fuck something up horribly because they don't want to listen. Something like this would be fun and if he found it, he found it. He would be disappointed if he didn't, but he wasn't going to hang himself up over it.
The question about his profile got an arched brow and a small shake of his head. It wasn't disgust, but he also was hoping to make it clear that wasn't really an option for him.]
Nah, I doubt it. It took two years of exhaustion to grind me down to where I made the profile to begin with. The only reason I took you up on your first request was because you seemed pretty clear on what the limits of said job were. You've given me a few months of sleep and time to actually study, pretty sure that'll get me through the next couple of years until I graduate.
[He gave an easy roll of one broad shoulder, reaching up to run his fingers through the mop of dark curls.]
I lucked out in finding you once, I'm not taking my chances to find someone like you a second time. So I guess it'll just be me and Sisi, shouldering up that hill. Good for the thighs.
[Something Edward knew nothing about. He smirked at Jason in return, privately hoping that the younger man would be the one to find the next box. Not enough to make it any less challenging to do so... But it would be intriguing if Jason could solve his clues over the summer break. He'd need to prioritise completing and planting the box in his available free time; the last thing he wanted was for it to have to wait till after he'd gotten away from his current employer when seeing Jason would be... less certain.
Although perhaps less so than he'd thought. Edward frowned at the dismissal of the possibility, already overthinking Jason's reasoning, the fact he'd only accepted Edward's request out of desperation and because he'd known exactly what he was getting into. It was understandable, of course. Edward had had his reservations as well, wondering what scam he was going to be dragged into by the seeming ghost of a stranger. It wasn't something to get caught up in - they'd both gotten what they needed, and soon it would be time to move on.
Deliberately pushing aside those thoughts, Edward smirked and spread his hands.] It's true, I am without compare. And your labours won't be for eternity so I suppose you'll have a chance to appreciate that benefit. If improvement is even possible.
[He hadn't intended that last thought to slip out; it was only that Jason had drawn attention to said thighs. Thankfully, Edward was saved from needing to distract immediately by the server arriving with their food. Plates were set down in front of them both, and after a quick check, whether Jason needed a refill, they were alone again. Edward made a show of examining his meal, once again avoiding looking across the table.]
[The smirk was now a grin, lopsided and relaxed. He'd never thought that an arrangement like theirs would have ended up with the two of them on their own time, teasing each other and-? Flirting? Maybe flirting? The compliment for his thighs certainly made it seem like they were flirting and he couldn't quite help the blush that spread over the bridge of his nose as he ducked his head to hide his smile.
It wasn't that desperation had driven him to Edward, after all. Desperation -and sleep deprivation mixed with a drink he really shouldn't have drank- had driven him to actually click on the link that a fellow student had accidentally sent out to the entire study group. That part was very true. But it had actually been Edward's profile that had gotten his attention. Well...no.
It had been those pretty green eyes in his profile picture that had gotten his slightly inebriated attention. The profile with it's well worded and fairly difficult riddle had kept it. He'd spent so long picking away at the surprisingly sophisticated riddle that by the time he'd sent the answer he wasn't even buzzed anymore, but his exhaustion hadn't felt quite as suffocating as it had. He'd closed his laptop and crawled into bed and by the time morning came, he'd almost forgotten the whole ill conceived thing.
Opening his laptop during class to see a notification of a message waiting for him had been a surprise and from there...well, from there the conversation had been all business. It had been reassuring and comfortable and he'd found himself saying 'yes' before he had time to remind himself of how horrible of an idea it really was.
The waiter coming back with their food made him blink and that blush spread a little as he cleared his throat and accepted the refill with a soft spoken 'thanks'. He'd gotten lost in his thoughts and the memory of exactly how long he'd spent picking through that riddle while also focusing far too intently on Edward's picture.]
Well, I'm a garbage disposal. Take my opinions with several grains of salt.
[But even telling Edward to not take him seriously did nothing to stop him from making a low, pleased sound as he took his first bite of the burger, his eyes closing as he chewed.]
[As desperate as Edward had been for an escape from the work events driving him to the brink, he had been unwilling to waste his time on someone stupid. The point was to get away from the small-minded idiots; adding another to the mix would have helped nothing, even if they looked and acted the part. Someone without the wits required would have been just as likely to give him away or cause troubles with some of his more annoying coworkers. And there had been a small part of him that, as unlikely as it was, had thought maybe he'd meet someone... worth keeping around. He'd, just maybe, been a little lonely since he started work at Powers Technology and thrown himself whole-heartedly into proving his ability and ensuring he would soon be able to start his own business and put his talents to real use. Add in how his last relationship ended, and, well, he'd entertained the fantasy more than he should have.
Hence, the riddle on the profile and its associated offer. He hadn't expected much, believing that most of the people on the app were seeking or offering good looks more than brains. An assumption that several incorrect or deliberately flirtatious answers had reinforced. Jason's correct reply had been a surprise, the reality of him when they first met in person moreso. And the younger man continued to surprise him.
Smiling at the flush that spread over Jason's cheeks, Edward watched with amusement as the younger man let his enjoyment be known when he bit into his burger. Edward picked up his own, taking a bite before he could be caught watching Jason's pleasure at the meal.]
That salt isn't necessary today. [Smirking at Jason, he took a moment to enjoy the flavours before he found himself adding.] But I can put that claim of being a disposal unit to the test in the future if you really want.
[It was rare to see Edward smile. That smug smirk was common enough, but a real smile was something completely different. The smirk made Jason want to sass back, maybe do something to wipe that condescending expression off those pretty lips. Usually it was directed at the man's coworkers, so Jason would slide himself between the offender and the offended, playing up the role of overprotective boyfriend while peppering subtle remarks that most of them never even realized were insults. His English degree expressed in a way that made his dad roll his eyes but made his best friend laugh.
And, occasionally, it got Edward to smile. As new as the expression was, Jason was pretty sure it was already one of his favorites.
Setting his burger down, he grabbed at his napkin to wipe his mouth before he chased his bite with another sip of lemonade and only then did he let himself smile back. And if a few of those freckles were still hanging out on the pink of the blush he was trying hard not to acknowledge, well...so what? There was nothing wrong with having a few freckles.]
I'm glad you like it. You have much better tastes than me, so I was a little afraid that I was hyping it up and you were going to hate it. Glad to know that maybe our tongues aren't that different after all. Gives me hope that letting you put my claim to the test will be as fun as it sounds.
I will give you a heads up, though. Even if I hate it, I'll still eat it. In my house, all mistakes get eaten, be they mistakes made while cooking or ordering.
[He smirked like it might have been a joke, but it wasn't. Like the horrible food at the work party before, once Jason put his fingers on something, he wasn't going to waste it.]
Might box it up so my niece can laugh at the faces I make while I eat it, though. I think that might be one of her favorite games, unfortunately.
[Jason's wit and the subtle sharpness of his tongue had impressed Edward from the first when he saw how easily Jason verbally wove around his coworkers. Most of them didn't even recognise when they'd been insulted, and it had taken a lot for Edward to hold back his laughter. It had come as no surprise to learn what Jason was studying - at least half of it, though he appreciated the younger man's practicality in choosing a second major. Finance wasn't as interesting, but much like Edward's current role, it would be a reliable source of income until Jason could invest himself in what he really loved.
Edward's burger sat forgotten in his hand as his gaze lingered on the flush colouring the younger man's cheeks and the freckles standing out against it endearingly. Until a dribble of sauce ran down his wrist to drip on his sleeve and watchband. Making an annoyed sound, he set his food down to grab a napkin and dab at the mess.]
I have excellent taste, true, but I spent enough time making do with what I could. So not that different even if now I can ensure I only ever have the best. However, I'll warn you that you might find that test less enjoyable than you think.
[He didn't look at Jason as he made the admission, thinking back to his early days in Gotham and, before that, his first experiences cooking for himself as a child. There had been enough days growing up where he only ate if he prepared himself something from what was available that he knew a thing or two about eating anything without complaint. Something that had been even more true when there was a risk of his father finding any thrown-out mistakes, the associated waste of money sure to provoke anger.
Hence the displeased look he gave Jason as he set down the crumpled napkin.] That's a ridiculous policy to have. If I give you something you don't like, don't choke it down.
[That might be an overstep. Huffing, Edward waved a hand and offered magnanimously-] Unless the child in question enjoys your display that much. But you can put on an equally effective show without needing to go method.
[He was going to say something about the drip. Really, he was. He just...got stuck. On the fact that Edward was watching him with those fucking striking green eyes and instead of opening his mouth to say 'You're about to drip', his blush darkened and he tried to hide his little bit of fluster by grabbing his lemonade. By the time he'd taken a drink and felt a little less he might be a stuttering idiot, the drip had already dropped and the moment had passed.]
Food is food. The enjoyable part is the company.
[Had he really just said that?
He cleared his throat and glanced away and in doing so he missed the displeased look that told that the current of their conversation had hit a bend.]
I-?
[He was quick to look back, the blush replaced by a confused furrow to his brows.]
Edward, I didn't mean to upset you. I didn't mean that I wouldn't be honest with you, cause I will. I just- [He cut himself off with a small frown before he wiped his hands and reached forward to lightly touch the back of one of Edward's.]
For a while when I was a kid, we didn't have a whole lot. What we did have was a lot of out of date stuff from the food pantry. My mom wasn't the best of cooks, but we made it work.
I don't do it to that extent anymore, trust me when I say that I never want to taste another weevil again in my life, but I still have...issues with food waste. It's something I've been working on. If it won't kill me, I don't see any reason not to eat something.
If- if it really bothers you...I'll try? You might have to remind me, but I'll try.
[He snorted at the assertion - it was absolutely not the case, even if he was pleased by the compliment. Before he could retort that it was possible to have the best of everything, Jason was looking at him in confusion and apologising.
Edward scoffed and shook his head.] You hardly upset me. If you wish to lie and inflict misery upon yourself, it's no concern of mine.
[He didn't pull away from Jason's touch; that would be giving credence to the idea he was in some way bothered by the topic. And the warmth of the younger man's hand against his own was not unwelcome.
Edward's lips twisted in disgust as Jason explained himself, the prospect of consuming weevils or worse, almost enough to ruin his appetite entirely. Any time food had been lacking in his parent's house, it had been due to their failure to buy groceries, and there had rarely been anything actively spoiled in the house. Maybe he could forgive Jason's attitude - the younger man was still on a tight budget, as Edward knew well. It was why they were there, why this had started in the first place. A far cry from his ability to have whatever groceries he liked delivered to his door. He huffed again and nudged Jason's hand.]
[Which felt unlikely at the moment. Pulling his hand away, Edward picked up his burger again, determined to get the conversation away from uncomfortably personal territory.] But I could give you a chance to demonstrate your skill in the kitchen first so I know where to set the bar. Given I have no way of knowing that you can even prepare something edible.
[If they shared again. If. Well, it was good to know that his people skills were every bit as terrible as Bruce had accused them of being.
Looking away to hide the bright flush of embarrassed shame, he pulled back his hand and once more used his lemonade to cover his inability to just be fucking normal. Why had he said all that? What on earth had given him the idea that this powerful, intelligent man in front of him had any desire to know his sordid history? Yeah, there had been a moment when it had felt like they'd shared something, but Edward's disgusted face made it exceptionally clear that he'd drastically misunderstood.]
Right, well...I don't think my cooking would be up to snuff, anyway. I cook for a six year old and my gear head of a best friend, I'm not a fancy guy. Better to just leave it up to the professionals.
[He managed a small smirk, though it didn't touch his eyes as he popped a fry into his mouth.]
So, when is Greene's last day? Please tell me they're throwing a party and I can 'accidentally' trip him into his own cake.
[Work was a much safer topic. He'd yet to choke on his own boots at one of Edward's work functions. It helped that he was playing a character and not trying to figure out how to be authentic. No one expected him to be anything more than a pierced and tatted hooligan and he could lean into that, just like when he'd still let his family drag him to events. It was a familiar role.]
[Frustration flared in Edward's chest. He might have overstepped a little, telling Jason what to do outside of the work gatherings he wanted the younger for, but he hadn't been wrong. Jason was- Was there because Edward was paying him. And might reasonably be concerned about what demands Edward would make next, no matter what they'd negotiated the first time. Given the app they'd met through and that Edward had commented on the younger man's body moments earlier... it wasn't unreasonable to have such concerns.
Huffing, Edward took another bite of his burger as if he could swallow down the feeling with it. Being interested in his puzzles only meant Jason wasn't an idiot; it didn't indicate anything more than that, as he should have remembered.]
Of course.
[His murmured agreement was deliberately disinterested, accepting the step back towards what was essentially a working relationship, if a better one than those at his actual place of employment.]
They will be having a farewell. If you can manage such a feat and make it seem like he's the one at fault, I'll pay you triple for the night.
[He met Jason's smirk with his own, looking back down at his food after a calculated moment of eye contact. There was no reason he couldn't still enjoy their transactional relationship within its boundaries. Even before tonight, when they'd spent little time together outside of the tedious functions, Jason had been good company. There was no reason that couldn't still be the case.]
Did he bother you that much in one conversation? I was beginning to think I was the only one who recognised how utterly insufferable he is.
[The thing about miscommunications that made them so dangerous was the fact that they were so rarely caught by those doing the communicating. Wires crossed, meanings twisted, entire truths skewed simply because neither party knew to catch the wrong turn. There was no fault, no one to blame.
But there they were. Jason thinking that Edward was disgusted by his past and Edward thinking Jason had rebuked his attempt to push past the limits of their 'contract'. Later, at some far away date when they happened to look back, it would be understandable, maybe even a little humorous. The way they'd stumbled into a shared history only to have their traumas clash off of one another, throwing off the first sparks that would, hopefully, ignite the blaze.
They just had to survive finding their footing once more.
Following Edward's example, Jason took another bite of his burger. He chewed slowly, mostly to hide the small ping of hurt that came from that disinterested answer, but also because if he was chewing he couldn't embarrass himself further. The fact that a party was going to be had for Greene was a life raft that he clung to desperately, and he smiled a little as he shook his head.]
I can't tolerate bigots or assholes, so a bigoted asshole is a slap against my sensibilities. Keep your money, I'll knock him into his cake for free. [His expression softened a little, uncertainty in his eyes as he glanced back down at his plate.]
Hey...I'm sorry for randomly just dumping all that shit...before. You didn't sign up for that and I guess I kinda forgot that for a minute. Won't happen again, I promise.
[Olive branch extended, offered to help both of them across the pebble strewn path of the evening.]
[The food, the future party, both were safe, easy distractions to fall back on. And if the meal had lost some of its savour, well, that was fine. Edward was still hungry and still had to deal with his annoying coworkers tomorrow and for some time still to come.
He chuckled at Jason's reply, the younger man's wit fortunately not discouraged by the slip. The promise was a good one, even if the refusal of extra money felt like another reminder of their boundaries. They had negotiated terms already, and it also wasn't unreasonable to think that extra payment might lead to extra expectations. Pushing away the flare of frustration and something worse (his father would have plenty to say about Edward having dinner with a man he had to pay to be there), Edward fell back on practised professionalism.]
I look forward to seeing it.
[His smirk disappeared, fading into a confused frown as Jason apologised. Staring at the younger man for a long moment, Edward set his burger down again.]
Why would that bother me? You're practically a ghost; it's more than I- [He... shouldn't admit to having tried to stalk Jason online. That didn't tend to go over very well.] Have learned about your history every other time we've spoken.
[But that was doubtless the issue. Waving a hand airily, Edward dismissed the issue.] You're a private person; I can respect that. [Given he had no option but to.] I'm hardly going to demand you start sharing everything with me. We're just sharing a meal after what's been a long day for us both.
[As much as a petulant part of him wanted to point out, it had been Jason's idea to get dinner in the first place. The excuse was there to take, a long day, some thoughtless words. Another easy way out of the awkwardness.]
[Jason had never been particularly good at 'easy'. It wasn't something he was used to, even after being adopted. He could have gotten used to it, of course. He didn't have to work at all if he didn't want to. Or go to school. Or sleep on a couch.
But the idea of just coasting by on his family's coattails was enough to make his stomach twist. No, he'd earn his living. Carve out a bit of life for himself. And that included Edward. He wasn't getting paid to have dinner with the older man. He'd asked first, after all, that meant that he was paying the bill.
It also meant that he wanted to be there, even if Edward couldn't see it.
Arching a brow, he picked up a fry and pointed it at his company.]
I just opened my mouth and trauma dumped on you, I don't think that really counts as 'private', Edward. [He took a bite out of his impromptu emphasis tool before pointing the bitten off end right back at the older man.] I'm...boring, mostly. At least, I try to be. My family is...loud. Being quiet is kinda nice. If you want to know something, just ask. I'll try to keep the 'poor kid from the Eastside' to a minimum.
Here, I'll even go first. What's your favorite color?
[Pursing his lips at the rebuke, Edward... didn't wrinkle his nose at having a half-eaten fry pointed at him. He did arch an eyebrow at Jason's claim to be boring but offered no further argument, quietly taking in the barest hint of information regarding Jason's family and where the younger man had come from.
The question earned an ever stronger reaction; Edward stared dubiously at Jason and looked down at his bright green button-down. It was a colour the younger man regularly saw him in, to go with his equally green car and phone and the rotation of mugs he kept at his desk. He looked back at Jason with that same dubious stare.]
That's not a serious question, is it? If you're going to ask me something, at least make it interesting. Let me show you how it's done.
[He took a gulp of his energy drink to give himself a moment to consider what to ask. Anything about family would invite the same in return, and Edward was in no hurry to share that mess. It didn't matter that Jason seemed to feel similarly self-conscious over the earlier confession and eager to avoid a repeat. Edward had barely spoken to anyone in Gotham about where he'd come from and what he'd left behind. He wasn't planning on changing that tonight.
Setting his drink down, he pointed at Jason.] What would you ideally do once you graduate if you had the freedom to choose anything you wanted without financial concerns?
[That pointed look followed by an epic level stare had been the entire point, however, and Jason's lopsided grin once more spread out on his lips in triumph. The older man really did give great line face. The hard part was getting the incredulousness without also getting annoyance. But, again, Jason had never been one to shy away from things that were hard.
The awkwardness of his slip up was forgotten in the wake of his asinine question, the tension in the air lessening with each passing moment. Mission accomplished. He rewarded himself with the other half of his fry, waiting patiently for his company to ask his question.
When it finally came, he arched a brow of his own.]
I'd teach. English and literature, not finance. Middle school or maybe high school? It's stupid, I know, but you asked. [He gave a little, one shouldered shrug before picking up his burger for another bite. He wasn't going to be a teacher, but the notion was a nice one.]
If you could drop everything right now and just get on a plane, where would you go?
[Seeing Jason's grin, Edward realised he'd been baited into responding as he had. It was annoying to find himself played so well, eased only by the fact that it had dispelled the tension that had sprung up, and Jason gave a serious answer to his question. In light of that, Edward could overlook the teasing; it wasn't as though he hadn't seen Jason being far less friendly in his jests with others.
Edward listened to Jason's answer, thinking of his past teachers. Most of them had been too underpaid and overworked to want to deal with him, joining the litany of others who'd wanted him to sit down and be silent, but there had briefly been one who'd encouraged him and given him his first taste of programming. Would his schooling have been different if they'd stuck around? It didn't matter any more, but he could see how some would claim the right teacher had an impact on their life for the better.]
Not stupid, I'd say, but maybe a sign of self-destructive impulses. Children are terrible.
[But Jason lived with one and presumably felt differently given the few pictures Edward had found of the younger man online, almost all featuring the young girl.
At Jason's question, he looked down and picked up his burger again.] Egypt. I'd like to see the Sphinx and visit some of the museums. Some of the oldest board games have been found in Egyptian tombs, you know.
[Jason hadn't expressed the expected disdain for his puzzle boxes, but Edward still kept his gaze lowered in case this was a step too far in childishness.] Would you leave Gotham if you could?
[School had always been Jason's respite from his father when he'd been young. It wasn't much, public schools in Gotham were at best absolute garbage, but it had sparked his love of reading. Once he'd moved from public schools to Brentwood, it had been like a whole new world had opened up to him and a lot of that was simply because Brentwood teachers weren't overcrowded to the point of just ignoring their students by default. It wasn't fair, but he could understand it now that he was older. How different his life would have been if just one of his early teachers had taken the time to notice all the red flags of his home life.
He gave another shrug, but his smile softened into something more genuine when Edward didn't immediately shoot down the idea as idiotic.]
Kids can be little jerks, yeah....but some of them are pretty cool. I think you'd probably be able to tolerate Lian. She's basically my niece for all intent and purposes and she can hold better conversations than most adults. Takes after her daddy, for sure, little fucking geniuses, the both of them.
[He rolled his eyes fondly, affection radiating from him as he talked about Roy and Lian. That fond affection lingered as the conversation continued, lighting up anew at Edward's almost shy answer. It was very different than pretty much every other piece of body language that he'd ever seen from the older man and it was endearing to be able to see just a little bit past that snarky, toughened exterior.]
You know, I'm not surprised. Ancient Egyptians were pretty advanced. I would love to try my hand at reading some glyphs. Just settle in with a tablet and a notebook and completely forget the world around me for a few hours while you go off and have riddle games with the Sphinx.
[He wasn't wistful, exactly, but there was a hint of it in his tone. He hadn't lost himself in a language like that since the last time Alfred had given him a book in a completely new language and told him to 'sort it out, lad'. So lost was he in the idea of puzzling through the glyphs that he didn't stop to consider the fact that apparently they were taking this theoretical vacation together.]
I did, actually. I spent about five years overseas as a teenager. Before that, I dreamed of leaving Gotham, but when I finally made it back, I realized I missed it. I might leave again, one day, but if I do, it'll be on my own terms.
What is your idea of the ideal weekend? No work, just two days of whatever you want to do with whoever you want to do it with.
[Edward's dubious expression made it clear he doubted that any child would be tolerable. Jason's clear bias towards the one he lived with made the claim of her capability and intelligence questionable at best. Edward couldn't believe she was that special when Jason was clearly very attached to both child and parent. And for all he'd carefully navigated, making sure there wasn't going to be trouble with Jason's... roommate prior to that first night out, the affection in the younger man's voice still sparked a sharp irritation that he refused to examine further.
Jason was able to lessen that irritation before it could truly fester, Edward smiling faintly at the image of matching wits with the Sphinx.]
I could lend you some books if you want to try your hand at translating some of the tales recovered from different tombs. It's not too dissimilar to code-breaking once you have the key.
[Honestly, Edward wasn't putting any thought into this theoretical vacation they were taking - it was pure fantasy if he were going to be able to engage in a game of riddles with a mythological creature so why not assume everyone they were even a little attached too was also there?]
What is there to miss? The smell? The crowds of small-minded idiots? The complete lack of imagination most people show?
[Edward huffed, waving a hand dismissively. He had come to Gotham from his birthplace and stayed there since but he wouldn't claim to have any affection for the city over anywhere else. What was surprising was that Jason had managed a five-year international trip. Even working to pay for everything whilst travelling, it would have been difficult to manage. But before he could ask, it was his turn to answer again. Leaning back, he considered the question, taking another bite before answering.]
I'd spend the first day working on my personal projects in the company of someone competent enough to understand what I'm doing without feeling the need to stick their nose in. Perhaps we could work on individual projects and then go out in the evening for dinner and a show or to visit a museum. The second day we'd play some games - something intellectually challenging - and I'd stream a game after. In the evening, we'd meet up with friends for a game night.
[Not the most exciting answer, but he doubted Jason would judge him for that. Eyeing the younger man up, Edward abandoned the formula they'd established to ask-] Tell me about your international travels. Five years is a long time for anyone to be overseas as a teenager.
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That's probably what they're made of. It's what happens when you want to present an image without paying the price that the reality would require. And yet they still insist on holding those events. [He sneered, the gripe a familiar one.] And I think most of those idiots don't care so long as there's free alcohol.
[Edward had no qualms with indulging a little at those functions when he wasn't driving home, but never to the extent that some did. He didn't particularly care to be impaired, particularly around people he disliked to start with.
Taking the half of the roll Jason had prepared, he took a bite as well, listening to the younger man's answer.] You spend your free time cooking?
[There was a note of amusement in his voice at the revelation. It wasn't what anyone would guess to look at Jason, but that was true of most of the things Edward knew about him, from his studies to his behaviour when not putting on an act.]
I have a few projects I'm working on. [He shrugged, once again trying to project a casual air. Jason wasn't likely to mock those projects when Edward was paying for the meal, but it had been a common enough refrain that it was hard not to expect it still.] I have a new puzzle box design I'm fine-tuning and some modding work I've nearly finished... But I'll probably get a headstart on testing for tomorrow, but there are still a lot of bugs to iron out before I'm ready to demo to investors.
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One drink wasn't enough to tilt his axis, but he made a good show of being just a little bit sloppy if Edward needed an excuse to stop talking to someone.
Smiling a little at the amusement in Edward's voice, Jason nodded and idly tore off a chunk of his roll to pop it between his lips. It wasn't the first time people got a look at his pierced eyebrow and tattooed arms and got surprised that he was the household cook. Usually those same people were just as surprised when he told them that he wasn't sleeping with Roy and did in fact sleep on the couch so that Lian could have her own room.]
Wait. Back up a second. You design puzzle boxes? Like actual puzzle boxes? That is so cool. I never even considered what it would take to design something like that, but fuck that is impressive. Would you let me see it sometime? I'll never be able to solve it, I'm sure, but I think it would be fascinating to see something like that be built."
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He blinked at Jason, freezing with the roll halfway to his mouth.] As a hobby, yes... As impressive as it is, it's not my most marketable skill.
[Edward got another moment to recover his balance when the waiter returned with their drinks. He'd expected the admission to be met with the typical confusion or polite disinterest that was the most common response - it was all better than sneering disdain for his 'idiotic waste of time'. But Jason was intent on surprising him tonight. Once the server had departed again, Edward set his roll down and cracked his energy drink open, not looking at Jason.]
If you're interested, you can have it when I'm done... I usually hide them in the city and leave clues on Reddit so people can find them. I put a code in each one so people can share and prove they solved it. There's a small community in Gotham that participates. [He glanced at Jason from the corner of his eye, assessing the younger man's reaction to that bit of frivolity.] Or I can show you the design process and construction if that's of more interest.
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[His rebuttal was interrupted by their drinks and he absently gave the waiter a practiced smile and 'thank you'. As soon as the man was gone, however, Jason's smile softened once more into his more genuine one as he unwrapped his straw and sipped at his lemonade.]
You know that most people don't care about your most 'marketable' skill, right? I think it's cool. And it's pretty clear that other people find it cool, too. On Reddit, you say? I'll have to look into it. It's like geocaching and Banksy had a love child. Very cool.
Hide it. I don't want to deprive people from what they enjoy. Besides, half the fun is finding it, right? Maybe I'll be the one to find it, who knows.
[He winked, grin widening a little before he chuckled and took another bite of his bread.]
But no hints. I don't want special treatment just because we're friends.
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[But the comparison was less important than Jason's easy acceptance of how he distributed the completed puzzle boxes. Even people who didn't consider making them a waste of time would often question why he wouldn't sell them, failing to see how watching the community race to solve the clues and be first to find the drop location could be worth more than however much the boxes might sell for.
Feeling inordinately pleased by Jason's interest and understanding, he grinned in return and gave an exaggerated scoff.] I don't give out hints to anyone. I'll let you know when I've hidden it, same as everyone. If you can't solve the puzzle based on the clues, you don't deserve to find it.
[Looking down his nose haughtily, Edward tried not to dwell on Jason's decision to label them 'friends'. It was hard not to overthink the word choice and question if it was meant genuinely or if Jason was playing the role he thought Edward wanted from him outside of company gatherings.
His smile slipped before he shook himself from his thoughts and looked back at the younger man.] You seem confident you'll have the free time to piece together the clues and find it.
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[He chuckled, leaning back and bringing his lemonade up for a sip. Which turned into a decent pull because it was late and he'd worked all day and the lemonade was really good. He didn't quite drain half the glass in one pull, but he did manage a good third of it. Maybe part of the reason for the lemonade over anything else was the simple fact that it was under the 'free refills' label on the menu.]
Mmm, good. I'd hate for someone to find out that you're giving me special treatment. Besides, I'm your friend but I'm not stupid. Maybe not as smart as some of my family, but I bet I could find it.
[The sudden fall of the other man's grin was abrupt and a little startling, but Jason only arched a brow and gave a little half shrug.]
Oh, I won't. You get your cut and start up your own place and I'm right back to the warehouse. But I might have some time come summer. Even if I do take summer courses, I won't be able to take a full course load. And, you know, just because I'll be working two jobs again doesn't mean you can't call me. Not for the app or anything, just...this. I like talking to you. You're fun.
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[So Edward was smarter than an unknown artist.
He toyed with the can in front of him as he watched Jason gulp down his drink with amusement he couldn't suppress. It seemed it really had been a long day at the garage, not that Edward had doubted as much. Curiosity flickered across Edward's face as Jason mentioned his family. The younger man had shared only slightly more on the topic than the nothing Edward had provided. It was a topic he avoided for good reason, but if Jason were going to bring it up, he could at least see what else might come to light.]
I'll be the one to make the determination of how you compare. If you can figure out the puzzle before anyone else. The last one wasn't found for almost four months, so I hope you're prepared to work for it.
[Because, of course, he made the clues to the location harder each time - what would be the point otherwise? Edward took a gulp of his energy drink to cover the way he mulled over Jason's words. The not-unreasonable assumption that once he was free of his current employer, he'd cut Jason free in return, dropping the younger man back where he'd started. He chose to sidestep the suggestion that Jason wanted to stay in contact without anything to gain from the arrangement for now, a different question coming to mind.]
You aren't planning on activating your profile again in that situation? I'm sure you'd have plenty of other interested parties willing to keep you from your Sisiphyian fate.
[A prospect that Edward had no feelings on whatsoever as he let his gaze drift about their surroundings, looking anywhere but at Jason.]
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[He smirked, the expression one of easy confidence. He could be competitive, but usually only when it came to his siblings or when he knew someone was about to fuck something up horribly because they don't want to listen. Something like this would be fun and if he found it, he found it. He would be disappointed if he didn't, but he wasn't going to hang himself up over it.
The question about his profile got an arched brow and a small shake of his head. It wasn't disgust, but he also was hoping to make it clear that wasn't really an option for him.]
Nah, I doubt it. It took two years of exhaustion to grind me down to where I made the profile to begin with. The only reason I took you up on your first request was because you seemed pretty clear on what the limits of said job were. You've given me a few months of sleep and time to actually study, pretty sure that'll get me through the next couple of years until I graduate.
[He gave an easy roll of one broad shoulder, reaching up to run his fingers through the mop of dark curls.]
I lucked out in finding you once, I'm not taking my chances to find someone like you a second time. So I guess it'll just be me and Sisi, shouldering up that hill. Good for the thighs.
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[Something Edward knew nothing about. He smirked at Jason in return, privately hoping that the younger man would be the one to find the next box. Not enough to make it any less challenging to do so... But it would be intriguing if Jason could solve his clues over the summer break. He'd need to prioritise completing and planting the box in his available free time; the last thing he wanted was for it to have to wait till after he'd gotten away from his current employer when seeing Jason would be... less certain.
Although perhaps less so than he'd thought. Edward frowned at the dismissal of the possibility, already overthinking Jason's reasoning, the fact he'd only accepted Edward's request out of desperation and because he'd known exactly what he was getting into. It was understandable, of course. Edward had had his reservations as well, wondering what scam he was going to be dragged into by the seeming ghost of a stranger. It wasn't something to get caught up in - they'd both gotten what they needed, and soon it would be time to move on.
Deliberately pushing aside those thoughts, Edward smirked and spread his hands.] It's true, I am without compare. And your labours won't be for eternity so I suppose you'll have a chance to appreciate that benefit. If improvement is even possible.
[He hadn't intended that last thought to slip out; it was only that Jason had drawn attention to said thighs. Thankfully, Edward was saved from needing to distract immediately by the server arriving with their food. Plates were set down in front of them both, and after a quick check, whether Jason needed a refill, they were alone again. Edward made a show of examining his meal, once again avoiding looking across the table.]
It looks promising, but you've set the bar high.
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[The smirk was now a grin, lopsided and relaxed. He'd never thought that an arrangement like theirs would have ended up with the two of them on their own time, teasing each other and-? Flirting? Maybe flirting? The compliment for his thighs certainly made it seem like they were flirting and he couldn't quite help the blush that spread over the bridge of his nose as he ducked his head to hide his smile.
It wasn't that desperation had driven him to Edward, after all. Desperation -and sleep deprivation mixed with a drink he really shouldn't have drank- had driven him to actually click on the link that a fellow student had accidentally sent out to the entire study group. That part was very true. But it had actually been Edward's profile that had gotten his attention. Well...no.
It had been those pretty green eyes in his profile picture that had gotten his slightly inebriated attention. The profile with it's well worded and fairly difficult riddle had kept it. He'd spent so long picking away at the surprisingly sophisticated riddle that by the time he'd sent the answer he wasn't even buzzed anymore, but his exhaustion hadn't felt quite as suffocating as it had. He'd closed his laptop and crawled into bed and by the time morning came, he'd almost forgotten the whole ill conceived thing.
Opening his laptop during class to see a notification of a message waiting for him had been a surprise and from there...well, from there the conversation had been all business. It had been reassuring and comfortable and he'd found himself saying 'yes' before he had time to remind himself of how horrible of an idea it really was.
The waiter coming back with their food made him blink and that blush spread a little as he cleared his throat and accepted the refill with a soft spoken 'thanks'. He'd gotten lost in his thoughts and the memory of exactly how long he'd spent picking through that riddle while also focusing far too intently on Edward's picture.]
Well, I'm a garbage disposal. Take my opinions with several grains of salt.
[But even telling Edward to not take him seriously did nothing to stop him from making a low, pleased sound as he took his first bite of the burger, his eyes closing as he chewed.]
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[As desperate as Edward had been for an escape from the work events driving him to the brink, he had been unwilling to waste his time on someone stupid. The point was to get away from the small-minded idiots; adding another to the mix would have helped nothing, even if they looked and acted the part. Someone without the wits required would have been just as likely to give him away or cause troubles with some of his more annoying coworkers. And there had been a small part of him that, as unlikely as it was, had thought maybe he'd meet someone... worth keeping around. He'd, just maybe, been a little lonely since he started work at Powers Technology and thrown himself whole-heartedly into proving his ability and ensuring he would soon be able to start his own business and put his talents to real use. Add in how his last relationship ended, and, well, he'd entertained the fantasy more than he should have.
Hence, the riddle on the profile and its associated offer. He hadn't expected much, believing that most of the people on the app were seeking or offering good looks more than brains. An assumption that several incorrect or deliberately flirtatious answers had reinforced. Jason's correct reply had been a surprise, the reality of him when they first met in person moreso. And the younger man continued to surprise him.
Smiling at the flush that spread over Jason's cheeks, Edward watched with amusement as the younger man let his enjoyment be known when he bit into his burger. Edward picked up his own, taking a bite before he could be caught watching Jason's pleasure at the meal.]
That salt isn't necessary today. [Smirking at Jason, he took a moment to enjoy the flavours before he found himself adding.] But I can put that claim of being a disposal unit to the test in the future if you really want.
[Not the best sounding offer.]
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And, occasionally, it got Edward to smile. As new as the expression was, Jason was pretty sure it was already one of his favorites.
Setting his burger down, he grabbed at his napkin to wipe his mouth before he chased his bite with another sip of lemonade and only then did he let himself smile back. And if a few of those freckles were still hanging out on the pink of the blush he was trying hard not to acknowledge, well...so what? There was nothing wrong with having a few freckles.]
I'm glad you like it. You have much better tastes than me, so I was a little afraid that I was hyping it up and you were going to hate it. Glad to know that maybe our tongues aren't that different after all. Gives me hope that letting you put my claim to the test will be as fun as it sounds.
I will give you a heads up, though. Even if I hate it, I'll still eat it. In my house, all mistakes get eaten, be they mistakes made while cooking or ordering.
[He smirked like it might have been a joke, but it wasn't. Like the horrible food at the work party before, once Jason put his fingers on something, he wasn't going to waste it.]
Might box it up so my niece can laugh at the faces I make while I eat it, though. I think that might be one of her favorite games, unfortunately.
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Edward's burger sat forgotten in his hand as his gaze lingered on the flush colouring the younger man's cheeks and the freckles standing out against it endearingly. Until a dribble of sauce ran down his wrist to drip on his sleeve and watchband. Making an annoyed sound, he set his food down to grab a napkin and dab at the mess.]
I have excellent taste, true, but I spent enough time making do with what I could. So not that different even if now I can ensure I only ever have the best. However, I'll warn you that you might find that test less enjoyable than you think.
[He didn't look at Jason as he made the admission, thinking back to his early days in Gotham and, before that, his first experiences cooking for himself as a child. There had been enough days growing up where he only ate if he prepared himself something from what was available that he knew a thing or two about eating anything without complaint. Something that had been even more true when there was a risk of his father finding any thrown-out mistakes, the associated waste of money sure to provoke anger.
Hence the displeased look he gave Jason as he set down the crumpled napkin.] That's a ridiculous policy to have. If I give you something you don't like, don't choke it down.
[That might be an overstep. Huffing, Edward waved a hand and offered magnanimously-] Unless the child in question enjoys your display that much. But you can put on an equally effective show without needing to go method.
But did you bring Starbucks?
Food is food. The enjoyable part is the company.
[Had he really just said that?
He cleared his throat and glanced away and in doing so he missed the displeased look that told that the current of their conversation had hit a bend.]
I-?
[He was quick to look back, the blush replaced by a confused furrow to his brows.]
Edward, I didn't mean to upset you. I didn't mean that I wouldn't be honest with you, cause I will. I just- [He cut himself off with a small frown before he wiped his hands and reached forward to lightly touch the back of one of Edward's.]
For a while when I was a kid, we didn't have a whole lot. What we did have was a lot of out of date stuff from the food pantry. My mom wasn't the best of cooks, but we made it work.
I don't do it to that extent anymore, trust me when I say that I never want to taste another weevil again in my life, but I still have...issues with food waste. It's something I've been working on. If it won't kill me, I don't see any reason not to eat something.
If- if it really bothers you...I'll try? You might have to remind me, but I'll try.
ha, I'm too much of a coffee snob for that
Edward scoffed and shook his head.] You hardly upset me. If you wish to lie and inflict misery upon yourself, it's no concern of mine.
[He didn't pull away from Jason's touch; that would be giving credence to the idea he was in some way bothered by the topic. And the warmth of the younger man's hand against his own was not unwelcome.
Edward's lips twisted in disgust as Jason explained himself, the prospect of consuming weevils or worse, almost enough to ruin his appetite entirely. Any time food had been lacking in his parent's house, it had been due to their failure to buy groceries, and there had rarely been anything actively spoiled in the house. Maybe he could forgive Jason's attitude - the younger man was still on a tight budget, as Edward knew well. It was why they were there, why this had started in the first place. A far cry from his ability to have whatever groceries he liked delivered to his door. He huffed again and nudged Jason's hand.]
What you do on your own is no business of mine. I don't genuinely plan on feeding you anything unpleasant unless I- [He cut himself off, shaking his head and forcing a smile.] I'll make sure to remind you if we find ourselves sharing anything more than cheap canapés again.
[Which felt unlikely at the moment. Pulling his hand away, Edward picked up his burger again, determined to get the conversation away from uncomfortably personal territory.] But I could give you a chance to demonstrate your skill in the kitchen first so I know where to set the bar. Given I have no way of knowing that you can even prepare something edible.
XD Completely valid
Looking away to hide the bright flush of embarrassed shame, he pulled back his hand and once more used his lemonade to cover his inability to just be fucking normal. Why had he said all that? What on earth had given him the idea that this powerful, intelligent man in front of him had any desire to know his sordid history? Yeah, there had been a moment when it had felt like they'd shared something, but Edward's disgusted face made it exceptionally clear that he'd drastically misunderstood.]
Right, well...I don't think my cooking would be up to snuff, anyway. I cook for a six year old and my gear head of a best friend, I'm not a fancy guy. Better to just leave it up to the professionals.
[He managed a small smirk, though it didn't touch his eyes as he popped a fry into his mouth.]
So, when is Greene's last day? Please tell me they're throwing a party and I can 'accidentally' trip him into his own cake.
[Work was a much safer topic. He'd yet to choke on his own boots at one of Edward's work functions. It helped that he was playing a character and not trying to figure out how to be authentic. No one expected him to be anything more than a pierced and tatted hooligan and he could lean into that, just like when he'd still let his family drag him to events. It was a familiar role.]
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Huffing, Edward took another bite of his burger as if he could swallow down the feeling with it. Being interested in his puzzles only meant Jason wasn't an idiot; it didn't indicate anything more than that, as he should have remembered.]
Of course.
[His murmured agreement was deliberately disinterested, accepting the step back towards what was essentially a working relationship, if a better one than those at his actual place of employment.]
They will be having a farewell. If you can manage such a feat and make it seem like he's the one at fault, I'll pay you triple for the night.
[He met Jason's smirk with his own, looking back down at his food after a calculated moment of eye contact. There was no reason he couldn't still enjoy their transactional relationship within its boundaries. Even before tonight, when they'd spent little time together outside of the tedious functions, Jason had been good company. There was no reason that couldn't still be the case.]
Did he bother you that much in one conversation? I was beginning to think I was the only one who recognised how utterly insufferable he is.
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But there they were. Jason thinking that Edward was disgusted by his past and Edward thinking Jason had rebuked his attempt to push past the limits of their 'contract'. Later, at some far away date when they happened to look back, it would be understandable, maybe even a little humorous. The way they'd stumbled into a shared history only to have their traumas clash off of one another, throwing off the first sparks that would, hopefully, ignite the blaze.
They just had to survive finding their footing once more.
Following Edward's example, Jason took another bite of his burger. He chewed slowly, mostly to hide the small ping of hurt that came from that disinterested answer, but also because if he was chewing he couldn't embarrass himself further. The fact that a party was going to be had for Greene was a life raft that he clung to desperately, and he smiled a little as he shook his head.]
I can't tolerate bigots or assholes, so a bigoted asshole is a slap against my sensibilities. Keep your money, I'll knock him into his cake for free. [His expression softened a little, uncertainty in his eyes as he glanced back down at his plate.]
Hey...I'm sorry for randomly just dumping all that shit...before. You didn't sign up for that and I guess I kinda forgot that for a minute. Won't happen again, I promise.
[Olive branch extended, offered to help both of them across the pebble strewn path of the evening.]
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He chuckled at Jason's reply, the younger man's wit fortunately not discouraged by the slip. The promise was a good one, even if the refusal of extra money felt like another reminder of their boundaries. They had negotiated terms already, and it also wasn't unreasonable to think that extra payment might lead to extra expectations. Pushing away the flare of frustration and something worse (his father would have plenty to say about Edward having dinner with a man he had to pay to be there), Edward fell back on practised professionalism.]
I look forward to seeing it.
[His smirk disappeared, fading into a confused frown as Jason apologised. Staring at the younger man for a long moment, Edward set his burger down again.]
Why would that bother me? You're practically a ghost; it's more than I- [He... shouldn't admit to having tried to stalk Jason online. That didn't tend to go over very well.] Have learned about your history every other time we've spoken.
[But that was doubtless the issue. Waving a hand airily, Edward dismissed the issue.] You're a private person; I can respect that. [Given he had no option but to.] I'm hardly going to demand you start sharing everything with me. We're just sharing a meal after what's been a long day for us both.
[As much as a petulant part of him wanted to point out, it had been Jason's idea to get dinner in the first place. The excuse was there to take, a long day, some thoughtless words. Another easy way out of the awkwardness.]
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But the idea of just coasting by on his family's coattails was enough to make his stomach twist. No, he'd earn his living. Carve out a bit of life for himself. And that included Edward. He wasn't getting paid to have dinner with the older man. He'd asked first, after all, that meant that he was paying the bill.
It also meant that he wanted to be there, even if Edward couldn't see it.
Arching a brow, he picked up a fry and pointed it at his company.]
I just opened my mouth and trauma dumped on you, I don't think that really counts as 'private', Edward. [He took a bite out of his impromptu emphasis tool before pointing the bitten off end right back at the older man.] I'm...boring, mostly. At least, I try to be. My family is...loud. Being quiet is kinda nice. If you want to know something, just ask. I'll try to keep the 'poor kid from the Eastside' to a minimum.
Here, I'll even go first. What's your favorite color?
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The question earned an ever stronger reaction; Edward stared dubiously at Jason and looked down at his bright green button-down. It was a colour the younger man regularly saw him in, to go with his equally green car and phone and the rotation of mugs he kept at his desk. He looked back at Jason with that same dubious stare.]
That's not a serious question, is it? If you're going to ask me something, at least make it interesting. Let me show you how it's done.
[He took a gulp of his energy drink to give himself a moment to consider what to ask. Anything about family would invite the same in return, and Edward was in no hurry to share that mess. It didn't matter that Jason seemed to feel similarly self-conscious over the earlier confession and eager to avoid a repeat. Edward had barely spoken to anyone in Gotham about where he'd come from and what he'd left behind. He wasn't planning on changing that tonight.
Setting his drink down, he pointed at Jason.] What would you ideally do once you graduate if you had the freedom to choose anything you wanted without financial concerns?
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The awkwardness of his slip up was forgotten in the wake of his asinine question, the tension in the air lessening with each passing moment. Mission accomplished. He rewarded himself with the other half of his fry, waiting patiently for his company to ask his question.
When it finally came, he arched a brow of his own.]
I'd teach. English and literature, not finance. Middle school or maybe high school? It's stupid, I know, but you asked. [He gave a little, one shouldered shrug before picking up his burger for another bite. He wasn't going to be a teacher, but the notion was a nice one.]
If you could drop everything right now and just get on a plane, where would you go?
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Edward listened to Jason's answer, thinking of his past teachers. Most of them had been too underpaid and overworked to want to deal with him, joining the litany of others who'd wanted him to sit down and be silent, but there had briefly been one who'd encouraged him and given him his first taste of programming. Would his schooling have been different if they'd stuck around? It didn't matter any more, but he could see how some would claim the right teacher had an impact on their life for the better.]
Not stupid, I'd say, but maybe a sign of self-destructive impulses. Children are terrible.
[But Jason lived with one and presumably felt differently given the few pictures Edward had found of the younger man online, almost all featuring the young girl.
At Jason's question, he looked down and picked up his burger again.] Egypt. I'd like to see the Sphinx and visit some of the museums. Some of the oldest board games have been found in Egyptian tombs, you know.
[Jason hadn't expressed the expected disdain for his puzzle boxes, but Edward still kept his gaze lowered in case this was a step too far in childishness.] Would you leave Gotham if you could?
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He gave another shrug, but his smile softened into something more genuine when Edward didn't immediately shoot down the idea as idiotic.]
Kids can be little jerks, yeah....but some of them are pretty cool. I think you'd probably be able to tolerate Lian. She's basically my niece for all intent and purposes and she can hold better conversations than most adults. Takes after her daddy, for sure, little fucking geniuses, the both of them.
[He rolled his eyes fondly, affection radiating from him as he talked about Roy and Lian. That fond affection lingered as the conversation continued, lighting up anew at Edward's almost shy answer. It was very different than pretty much every other piece of body language that he'd ever seen from the older man and it was endearing to be able to see just a little bit past that snarky, toughened exterior.]
You know, I'm not surprised. Ancient Egyptians were pretty advanced. I would love to try my hand at reading some glyphs. Just settle in with a tablet and a notebook and completely forget the world around me for a few hours while you go off and have riddle games with the Sphinx.
[He wasn't wistful, exactly, but there was a hint of it in his tone. He hadn't lost himself in a language like that since the last time Alfred had given him a book in a completely new language and told him to 'sort it out, lad'. So lost was he in the idea of puzzling through the glyphs that he didn't stop to consider the fact that apparently they were taking this theoretical vacation together.]
I did, actually. I spent about five years overseas as a teenager. Before that, I dreamed of leaving Gotham, but when I finally made it back, I realized I missed it. I might leave again, one day, but if I do, it'll be on my own terms.
What is your idea of the ideal weekend? No work, just two days of whatever you want to do with whoever you want to do it with.
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[Edward's dubious expression made it clear he doubted that any child would be tolerable. Jason's clear bias towards the one he lived with made the claim of her capability and intelligence questionable at best. Edward couldn't believe she was that special when Jason was clearly very attached to both child and parent. And for all he'd carefully navigated, making sure there wasn't going to be trouble with Jason's... roommate prior to that first night out, the affection in the younger man's voice still sparked a sharp irritation that he refused to examine further.
Jason was able to lessen that irritation before it could truly fester, Edward smiling faintly at the image of matching wits with the Sphinx.]
I could lend you some books if you want to try your hand at translating some of the tales recovered from different tombs. It's not too dissimilar to code-breaking once you have the key.
[Honestly, Edward wasn't putting any thought into this theoretical vacation they were taking - it was pure fantasy if he were going to be able to engage in a game of riddles with a mythological creature so why not assume everyone they were even a little attached too was also there?]
What is there to miss? The smell? The crowds of small-minded idiots? The complete lack of imagination most people show?
[Edward huffed, waving a hand dismissively. He had come to Gotham from his birthplace and stayed there since but he wouldn't claim to have any affection for the city over anywhere else. What was surprising was that Jason had managed a five-year international trip. Even working to pay for everything whilst travelling, it would have been difficult to manage. But before he could ask, it was his turn to answer again. Leaning back, he considered the question, taking another bite before answering.]
I'd spend the first day working on my personal projects in the company of someone competent enough to understand what I'm doing without feeling the need to stick their nose in. Perhaps we could work on individual projects and then go out in the evening for dinner and a show or to visit a museum. The second day we'd play some games - something intellectually challenging - and I'd stream a game after. In the evening, we'd meet up with friends for a game night.
[Not the most exciting answer, but he doubted Jason would judge him for that. Eyeing the younger man up, Edward abandoned the formula they'd established to ask-] Tell me about your international travels. Five years is a long time for anyone to be overseas as a teenager.
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Lalala~ I totally didn't lose this in the midst of everything else~!
lol it was your turn to do so, seems fair
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