Those Were All Words Jason Wasn't A Fan Of. Teleportation He Didn't Trust. The Few Times He Was Thrown

Those were all words Jason wasn't a fan of. Teleportation he didn't trust. The few times he was thrown in one, he felt every damn cell like he was scattered in a thousand directions. And multiverse? That was just an invitation to trouble. Especially if this guy knew who Jason was. He was almost tempted to ask just how Catholic the Red Hood's real face was where the guy was from-- he was always curious after finding out about Father Todd.

"Yeah sounds like maybe someone like you shouldn't have that kinda shit in your hands, dumbass," he said irritably. But the helmet hides the confusion at all the questions. Why the hell should he answer them? Still. There was nothing harmful in them.

"Robin keeps his ass with the Bat, I don't want his bitey attitude over here. Little shit... and we work fine enough. I just like my goddamn peace, which you are interrupting." And then the last question. That one... was a little damn personal.

"Not quite twenty, not quite thirty." Not quite aging. But he didn't think that'd been noticed by... well. Anyone.

It wasn't all Bruce's fault; Jason knew that. Of course he did. Bruce didn't make him break more laws than the Batman's morality allowed. He didn't make Jason stay away from the Wayne Manor, the one place that ever really felt like home to the man. No, that was Jason's doing. It was his choices, his own stubbornness, but something felt innately wrong about going home when things had soured so much between the Joker still breathing and the replacement child that was still allowed to fight after one soldier was already lost.

"Lemme guess, the sources were dragged up the side of a goddamn building crying for their moms," he snorted, knowing that Bruce-- despite his distaste for Jason's methods-- could be more than a little rough when he wanted information out of far more distasteful men.

A huff of breath and he glares back at the street, seeing the cars. "Not bored... restless," he grumbled out, slowly standing from the crouch. There was no grapple gun. Jason was well aware how far he could jump and land on his feet like some cursed to hell cat. Cursed didn't begin to cover it. "When do we move."

  🦇—-;; Bruce tone was a little lighter, despite shifting the focus back to the case, indicating he had at least been in something of a similar situation, leaning a bit on the large part of himself that missed the way things used to be. And sure, he'd like to go back to that, or whatever the new version of that was, like they were doing now, more often, stubbornness tended to get in the way of all that. That didn't mean Bruce didn't miss his son any less, his son working at his side. He'd tell Jason as much if he thought he could get away with it, but he'd been living with that strained bond since Jason had returned to Gotham. Maybe it's the part of him that still blames himself for what happened in Ethiopia. He hasn't breathed a word about that since he first found out the Red Hood's identity.

He shakes his head a little, "the source of this lead was reliable enough." He wouldn't have dragged Jason out this far without at least double-checking his sources. And sure a handful of mob enforcers weren't all that reliable on their own when being interrogated by the Bat, but they had all mentioned the same place. Bruce's hand flexes, clawed fingers moving to the side of the cowl briefly, adjusting the vision mode in the cowl manually.

As his hand lowered from the side of his face, his thumb found the scar on his own lip, faint as it was from how old it was, but it traced it regardless before he looked at his hand and then back out across the way, listening briefly. "We can move soon, if you're starting to get bored, Hood." Bruce's tone takes that slight sarcastic tone, gentle in the way he does with only family. Broken bond aside, Jason is, and always will be his son.

"There's a couple of cars that just pulled up with no plates." He says, looking at Jason again. "My lead isn't entirely rubbish." Bruce shrugged before bringing his hands up to crack his knuckles, then reached for the grapple gun on his belt.

@arobinwithoutbatman sent a starter

"I'll be with you in a second!" That sure is a Robin balancing precariously on a ledge with a camera in hand taking shots of... the skyline? The night sky? Actually, is that a Robin? The colours are all wrong. Black and green instead of traffic lights. "This album's gonna be amazing." He grinned to himself before heading to sager ground and giving Red Hood a lazy wave. "Quickfire FAQ; I'm a Robin just not your Robin though I'm not sure what name your version of me uses. Yes, my family know I'm here. No, I won't be staying longer than twenty-four hours. No, I won't get involved in anything unless you ask. Yes, I'm friendly."

Jason just stared, too pale blue eyes blank for a second before something clicked and he just seemed annoyed at the sudden appearance. Multiverse bullshit was something for other heroes to deal with, and he didn't want to deal with another Flashpoint dilemma. There couldn't be one calm week, could there? Gotham didn't like quiet.

He'd spotted the idiot-- this was an idiot, he'd decided that-- in his turf around Uptown Gotham, Crime Alley. He had to wonder if that wasn't what it was where this kid came from because why the fuck would he choose the shithole of the city to take his goddamn pictures... either way. The odd posture mixed with the costume got his attention.

"Uh huh, you being here at all is an issue buddy-- thing is I'm not fucking friendly. What the hell are you doing here if you don't belong here?"

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🌻 flower — jason wouldn't know anything about a favorite... but he thinks naked ladies are funny and has requested they be planted on his grave when / if he dies again.

📚 book — constantly changing. jason is a reading fiend, but he prefers softer romances and often gets bored in more sexually charged scenes, occasionally just skipping them. jane austen is his proclaimed favorite author with pride and prejudice often at the top of his list. however, it's closely tied at any time with frankenstein. he has an obvious preference towards female writers.

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🧃 cold drink — he'd claim beer, and in a way that's true because jason prefers staying somewhat buzzed. but taste wise, he actually enjoys any kind of fanta. he wasn't allowed to have caffeinated drinks as a kid and he still gets kind of jittery with too much caffeine. fanta was the easiest thing to find, and he likes the taste. especially the pinapple one.

🍉 fruit — jason honestly loves all kinds of fruit, but he tends to go for tart fruit more often than straight sugary tasting fruit. this means he's more interested in mangos and pineapple, blackberries and raspberries. fresh, not canned. notably... this was all stuff he never tried until he moved into the manor.

🥦 veggie — spinach. diverse, nutrient rich, and alfred showed him popeye to convince him.

;; i'm actually utter shit at plotting so if i'm sending you memes, that's me trying my best

also i added my baby girl kateriina wayne the bitch child of gotham back to my multi if you want your muse to be bullied by a hero hater