Jason wasn't worried about the area. He'd been born here, after all. About three blocks north in Gotham General. These streets were just as much a part of him as he was a part of them and if anyone tried to question it, all one had to do was listen to his accent. It was all Bowery, save for when he bothered to change it.
He wasn't proud of his upbringing, but he wasn't ashamed of it, either. He knew who he was and where he'd come from. And now, as of the week before, he was trying to drag himself somewhere else. Hell or high water, as his mom used to say.
Hell or high water.
He looked over the top of his book as that door finally jingled, taking in the older man with appreciation. The suits he wore at work were okay and the clothes he wore to Pandora's were nice enough...but this suited the man so much better. Which was impressive, because he'd been fairly certain that skinny jeans didn't suit anyone.
He put his book away as Jon settled into the seat across from him, smirking softly at the complete lack of social norms. Some people (most people, honestly) probably found it abrupt or even insulting, but Jason had only ever appreciated the directness.
"I don't fear you, Jon. I fear losing you. There is a difference. Good morning. Just roll out of bed?" He gave that mop of curls a pointed look, his fingers twitching to bury themselves into the strands to tame them a little.
Oh, Jon knew that bowery accent when he first heard it when they were introduced. He had lived in the same rent controlled building since he left the dorms, it was how he knew his neighbors, as much as he wished he didn't. The Bowery was everything Arlen was not, sure it was unsafe, but he hadn't been safe in the country either, so why care?
He lived by the saying of 'don't start none, won't be none.' The few times the cops knocked on his door over any of his neighbors, he denied even knowing them and closed the door. He trusted the criminals he lived around more than the GCPD.
How he was still wearing skinny jeans he bought in college, who even knew, but he was most comfortable in his beat up weekend attire. Jon had always been the type to just start speaking if he wanted too. With this, he wanted too.
He didn't even go get coffee first, he sat the cup on the table and looked at Jason with those tired blue eyes. "Good morning to you as well, and no, I've been up for hours. Now, why would you think you would lose me? So long as you don't join my classes and are over 25. I see no reason for this to change things."
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He wasn't proud of his upbringing, but he wasn't ashamed of it, either. He knew who he was and where he'd come from. And now, as of the week before, he was trying to drag himself somewhere else. Hell or high water, as his mom used to say.
Hell or high water.
He looked over the top of his book as that door finally jingled, taking in the older man with appreciation. The suits he wore at work were okay and the clothes he wore to Pandora's were nice enough...but this suited the man so much better. Which was impressive, because he'd been fairly certain that skinny jeans didn't suit anyone.
He put his book away as Jon settled into the seat across from him, smirking softly at the complete lack of social norms. Some people (most people, honestly) probably found it abrupt or even insulting, but Jason had only ever appreciated the directness.
"I don't fear you, Jon. I fear losing you. There is a difference. Good morning. Just roll out of bed?" He gave that mop of curls a pointed look, his fingers twitching to bury themselves into the strands to tame them a little.
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He lived by the saying of 'don't start none, won't be none.' The few times the cops knocked on his door over any of his neighbors, he denied even knowing them and closed the door. He trusted the criminals he lived around more than the GCPD.
How he was still wearing skinny jeans he bought in college, who even knew, but he was most comfortable in his beat up weekend attire. Jon had always been the type to just start speaking if he wanted too. With this, he wanted too.
He didn't even go get coffee first, he sat the cup on the table and looked at Jason with those tired blue eyes. "Good morning to you as well, and no, I've been up for hours. Now, why would you think you would lose me? So long as you don't join my classes and are over 25. I see no reason for this to change things."