[ Jason follows, pulling the red hood of the pullover over his head. Hands in his trouser pockets, he analyzes all of their surroundings, subconsciously checking the streets for escape plans, hideouts and tactical attacking spots. Being out there with only a knife he hasn't told Dick about? Made him feel naked. ]
I have. Been stalking your ass for quite a while there. Playing tricks on you, sabotaging your vehicles. I've been a busy man, believe it or not.
[ Lightly commenting on Jason's clear harassment of another Nightwing, as if it doesn't bother him. It does. Chastising never helps when Jason is in a mood like this though, so he neglects to emulate Bruce as much as possible.
The streets are alight with a hub of activity that never dies, sister-city of Gotham in that regard. Bludhaven is a lot more neon right down to the blue sign on Dick's own roof, a garish mess of clubs and restaurants and casinos all geared toward pleasure. Indulgence.
Dick leads them toward Meadowdale and the mall, where the scenery is less run-down. He isn't sure why; Jason deserves to look at something nicer than what he has in a long time, Dick supposes. ]
You're basically my stalker, then.
[ He just can't help being a needling little shit right back, good intentions or not. ]
[ Walking past quite crowded restaurants and shops, Jason feels himself hide even further underneath his hood, shoulders up and head down in trying not to attract any attention. He isn't comfortable with crowds if it's not about fighting them. This wave of normality, the occasional laughter -- it puts him at unease, makes him think he's the one being laughed at.
Jason tries to remember why on earth he is doing this, but can't really tell why he trusts this man this much already. Maybe it was the way he was able to tease him like back in his Robin days. ]
I basically know your daily routine, including what cologne you use and what people you text. Not that you're that interesting where I come from. It's merely part of my work ethics to work thoroughly.
Although your life is way more entertaining to follow than Drake's and Barbara's. I can't stand couples like those.
[ See, this was a relatively normal (as much as it could be) stroll before his eyes bug out and he snorts so loudly he could be a choking coke addict. ]
Babs and Tim? That's hilarious, get out of here. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!
[ He eyes the other male, surprised by his quite extreme reaction. So the replacement and Babs weren't a thing here, alright.
He shrugs, only adding to the gossip; ]
They've recently been celebrating on their honeymoon. He calls her Hunny. Hunny. I can't with how lovey-dovey they behave even on patrol, it's hella awkward.
[ A small sigh; ]
So apparently Babs and Drake aren't even close to a thing here, you're gay, what else is there to know? Did the old man finally get it going with Supes or what?
[ Pinching his brow to try and stem a very Hood-shaped headache. ]
Tim is dating Steph, Babs ... last I knew she was with some other guy, I just got out of a relationship so incredibly straight I almost got her accidentally pregnant and I am not gay.
[ Breathe, he tells himself. ]
Clark is with the Lois from his world, I think. They have a son called Jon who is Damian's age and the two are adorable brats together.
[ Jason scoffs at what Dick says, dismissing it like he knew the other man was bullshitting him. ]
Right. Repressed bisexual then, sorry.
[ Last time he checked, straight people didn't blush about such an assumption when it isn't true. Not that it was his business. He just liked messing with the man too much.
It doesn't matter that he used to crush on him so hard that he had to find excuses for the excessive amount of cold showers he'd been taking in the batcave.
They pass a small corner shop in which Jason buys a package of cigarettes and a lighter, putting a lighted one into his mouth as he takes a drag, squinting his eyes at the other male from time to time. ]
[ He doesn't ask him not to smoke but the disapproving look Dick bends on the cigarette says he thinks it should pay for that repressed bisexual comment. Blue eyes flicker up in surprise, widening. ]
Damian. Bruce's actual son, the new Robin after Tim.
[ Does Damian not exist in Jason's universe? Or maybe he hasn't been born yet, who knows. ]
His mother is Talia al Ghul, she and Ra's raised him to be a psycho but we ... calmed him down a lot once Bruce took custody. He's twelve now.
[ Jason raises an eyebrow, lifting his chin to take a look at Dick. Exhaling a cloud of smoke as he turns to watch streets again, it doesn't take him long to say; ]
So another kid he drags into his crusade? And talk about not siding with the enemy -- sounds like he bonded real good with this one.
[ Jason is sceptical about this whole 'new Robin' deal, and he shows it by pushing all the smoke out of his lungs followed by a snort. ]
Right. Let's hope the brat doesn't cause any trouble while I'm here. I ain't plannin' on sparing anyone.
[ They continue their walk, Jason falling into silence as he tries to make sense of all this. Another hooded guy, looking like your typical drug addict, bumps Jason's shoulder hard as he rushes past him. The man turns to yell Watch your fucking step, dumbass!, which has the scarred ex-Robin clench his hand around the knife in his pocket. It didn't take much to drive Jason mad; his fingers tickled out of need to use it and he turns, starting to storm towards the man. He grabs him by the collar and spins him around, ready to punch, until he feels a strong hand hold him back.
Jason glances into Dick's face, his own eyes glowing a venomous green, and he remembers not to lose it. Not here, not that easily. He remembers his training, his breathing technique. He looks back at the man who had gone quiet, eyes widened, and quietly speaks to him with a voice that made it clear he'd consider changing his mind; ]
Move. Along.
[ He releases the guy with a hard push and turns back to face Dick who seemed more than not okay with this. ]
We better leave before I start losing my shit here.
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I have. Been stalking your ass for quite a while there. Playing tricks on you, sabotaging your vehicles. I've been a busy man, believe it or not.
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[ Lightly commenting on Jason's clear harassment of another Nightwing, as if it doesn't bother him. It does. Chastising never helps when Jason is in a mood like this though, so he neglects to emulate Bruce as much as possible.
The streets are alight with a hub of activity that never dies, sister-city of Gotham in that regard. Bludhaven is a lot more neon right down to the blue sign on Dick's own roof, a garish mess of clubs and restaurants and casinos all geared toward pleasure. Indulgence.
Dick leads them toward Meadowdale and the mall, where the scenery is less run-down. He isn't sure why; Jason deserves to look at something nicer than what he has in a long time, Dick supposes. ]
You're basically my stalker, then.
[ He just can't help being a needling little shit right back, good intentions or not. ]
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Jason tries to remember why on earth he is doing this, but can't really tell why he trusts this man this much already.
Maybe it was the way he was able to tease him like back in his Robin days. ]
I basically know your daily routine, including what cologne you use and what people you text. Not that you're that interesting where I come from. It's merely part of my work ethics to work thoroughly.
Although your life is way more entertaining to follow than Drake's and Barbara's. I can't stand couples like those.
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Babs and Tim? That's hilarious, get out of here. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!
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He shrugs, only adding to the gossip; ]
They've recently been celebrating on their honeymoon. He calls her Hunny. Hunny. I can't with how lovey-dovey they behave even on patrol, it's hella awkward.
[ A small sigh; ]
So apparently Babs and Drake aren't even close to a thing here, you're gay, what else is there to know? Did the old man finally get it going with Supes or what?
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Tim is dating Steph, Babs ... last I knew she was with some other guy, I just got out of a relationship so incredibly straight I almost got her accidentally pregnant and I am not gay.
[ Breathe, he tells himself. ]
Clark is with the Lois from his world, I think. They have a son called Jon who is Damian's age and the two are adorable brats together.
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Right. Repressed bisexual then, sorry.
[ Last time he checked, straight people didn't blush about such an assumption when it isn't true.
Not that it was his business. He just liked messing with the man too much.
It doesn't matter that he used to crush on him so hard that he had to find excuses for the excessive amount of cold showers he'd been taking in the batcave.
They pass a small corner shop in which Jason buys a package of cigarettes and a lighter, putting a lighted one into his mouth as he takes a drag, squinting his eyes at the other male from time to time. ]
And who the hell is Damian?
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Damian. Bruce's actual son, the new Robin after Tim.
[ Does Damian not exist in Jason's universe? Or maybe he hasn't been born yet, who knows. ]
His mother is Talia al Ghul, she and Ra's raised him to be a psycho but we ... calmed him down a lot once Bruce took custody. He's twelve now.
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So another kid he drags into his crusade? And talk about not siding with the enemy -- sounds like he bonded real good with this one.
sorry i'm late, i got swamped irl!
[ Begrudgingly while peering into shop windows they pass on the street, he adds, ]
Better than Bruce.
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Right. Let's hope the brat doesn't cause any trouble while I'm here. I ain't plannin' on sparing anyone.
[ They continue their walk, Jason falling into silence as he tries to make sense of all this. Another hooded guy, looking like your typical drug addict, bumps Jason's shoulder hard as he rushes past him. The man turns to yell Watch your fucking step, dumbass!, which has the scarred ex-Robin clench his hand around the knife in his pocket. It didn't take much to drive Jason mad; his fingers tickled out of need to use it and he turns, starting to storm towards the man.
He grabs him by the collar and spins him around, ready to punch, until he feels a strong hand hold him back.
Jason glances into Dick's face, his own eyes glowing a venomous green, and he remembers not to lose it. Not here, not that easily. He remembers his training, his breathing technique. He looks back at the man who had gone quiet, eyes widened, and quietly speaks to him with a voice that made it clear he'd consider changing his mind; ]
Move. Along.
[ He releases the guy with a hard push and turns back to face Dick who seemed more than not okay with this. ]
We better leave before I start losing my shit here.