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deadbirdarising) wrote2025-09-12 11:38 pm
deadbirdarising) wrote2025-09-12 11:38 pm
Ba, Bitches
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Hearing the way Jason's accent changed and spotting the grin he gave the woman, Stephanie raised a brow just slightly at him as she listened to the conversation. Clearly, something was up with that, the accent and the boss and the "paid up", but she wasn't about to blow whatever it was he had going on. Instead, when the woman turned her attention to Steph she dropped the perked brow and gave her a sweet smile and wide eyes instead. If nothing else, Stephanie was well aware of how people saw her. Blonde, short, young, all things that usually made people jump to assuming she would be on the ditzy idiot end of the spectrum, and she usually let them think that.
"Aww, I don't know," she began, chuckling softly as she slid her ID under the glass partition to Linda and took the paper she needed to fill out. "He doesn't seem that bad." She picked up a pen and started filling everything out, making a little bit of smalltalk as she did so. Name: Stephanie Lyla Allen Brown. Age: 20. Address: etc.
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"He's not, but he's mixed up in some dangerous shit. If you don't know that, now you do." She really was just looking out for Steph's well being and Jason's cheeky grin faded a little into something a bit more like his own.
"She's just a friend, Linda. It's not like that. You know I only got eyes for you." He let his voice get sickly sweet at that last bit, letting out a snort of laughter when she gagged in his direction. "'Sides, you like Hood."
"....He's not the worst." It was a begrudging agreement at best, but it earned another grin from Jason. "Don't get cheeky, you little shit." He held up his hands in surrender and she gave him another glare before turning back to Stephanie. As soon as she finished the paperwork, Linda collected and turned her back to both of them, inputting things into the computer with the ease of practice. Somewhere behind her a machine whirred to life and she ran his card before sliding it back under the partition.
Jace Peters. After all, Jason Todd was dead.
"Don't let her fool you. Linda is a hell of a business woman and good people. She's patched Hood up a couple times after a few bad dust ups, she's just salty because she can't take advantage of the boss man's teenager clause." The smirk he gave Steph was far more genuine than the flashy smiles he'd given Linda. Apparently, his day to day alias had him working for Red Hood. As covers went, it wasn't Brucie Wayne...but it also let him do some of his work out of the helmet.
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When Linda slid her copy of the paperwork and the license back to her, Steph gave her an upbeat, "Thanks!" as she picked them up and tucked them away in her bag. Linda actually did seem pretty nice overall with her whole trying-to-warn-the-nice-girl-off thing.
"Your boss has some kind of teenager clause?" she asked, genuinely curious as she turned to look up at him while shifting the strap of her bag on her shoulder. That part, she had genuinely no idea about. It could mean anything from "kick out all teenagers who try to come in" to "hey give them a job" or... well, any number of things, really.
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Except for now, apparently. He still wasn't sure what she counted as, but whatever it was, he was giving her a glimpse of the man behind the curtain.
"Eh, it's not that big'a deal. Local shops can hire a high schooler. Legally and all above board. Give 'em a chance to earn something other than working for the more dodgy folks or on a corner somewhere. Shops do that, they get a discount." Jay rolled one shoulder in a half assed shrug and Linda rolled her eyes as she pushed a card out from under the glass.
"I can't hire anyone under 18, dipshit." Her tone was dry, but she didn't sound as cut up about things as she could have. The card was a club membership ID, Steph's general info printed neatly and a big green stamp proclaiming her as 'Full Member'. "This'll get you one handgun rental per visit. Anything more than that and you'll have a 10% discount. It'll also open that door. Just swipe it and come on through and we'll get you set up with something that'll fit in those dainty little hands of yours."
Jason snorted a small laugh, shaking his head as he gestured for Steph to lead the way. 'Dainty'. Honestly, the blond was either going to punch the woman or get all giddy and he was more than a little mildly curious about which it was going to be.
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Turning back to Linda, she took the card and nodded along, committing the perks of the card to memory. "Have you thought about hiring like, a senior? A lot of seniors are 18. I was 18 when I was a senior." Sure, she actually should have graduated when she was 16, but when you have to take half a year off for certain medical reasons, then have to take another year off while you're pretending you're still dead and healing from the actual temporary death, apparently they won't just handwave that away and let you continue on as scheduled. Who woulda guessed?
"You hear that, Jace?" she said, giggling a bit as she turned and took a couple of steps backwards towards the door she'd been pointed towards, wiggling the fingers of her free hand at him, bruises just barely visible across the backs of her knuckles. "I'm dainty." With a smirk, she turned, swiped her new card, and stepped through the door. She wasn't being subtle about looking around as she moved towards the counter that time, taking in the people and details in the room.
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Jason chuckled as he followed her through the buzzed open door. While she took in her fill of the weapons that lined the counter that cut through the middle of the room, Linda on the other side to help her find a grip that fit, he moved over to the bank of lockers that sat on the opposite wall. A key appeared from the inner pocket of his jacket and then the locker was swinging open and Jason was shrugging out of the black leather to put it inside.
"Gimme your helmet, Blondie." He reached out a hand expectantly, smirking at the fact that Linda was trying to talk over him about what kind of grips she liked.
Once Linda was satisfied that the newcomer would be good with the little Firestar she'd chosen and after she'd checked over the gun that Jay had pulled from it's holster at the small of his back, she'd handed them both a set of heavy ear protection and then, finally, it was Jason's turn to take Stephanie back into the range itself. It wasn't busy, being a weekday evening, and he made sure there was a little bit of distance between them and the other woman shooting.
"Thanks. For...going with me, back there."
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"It's no problem, Jace," she said with a more genuine grin and a shrug when he thanked her. "I know how bad it can go if you've got something going on and then someone comes in and ruins it." It wasn't some big thing like Jason seemed to have going, but Steph had a whole plan worked out at one point, and everything was going perfectly until Matches Malone (who she later found out was Bruce all along) didn't show up for an arranged meeting, which led to a city-wide gang war. Yay. "Besides, I'm so not as much of a stickler for rules or whatever as some people we know."
Once they reached a counter, Steph carefully set down the gun before dropping her messenger bag on the ground, out of the way but in front of her, then hung the ear protection around her neck. "Alright, time to teach me your ways."