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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 @thecreativeforge

Roy sent hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink .

There's a low groan that comes from Jason and he rolls to his side to avoid the sunlight that shines in. But it seems waking is unavoidable as he sees a body standing beside the bed and thinks well at least its a live body, no damn clean up. He hardly remembers what happened the night before (that'd be because of the fucking concussion that he'd slept off because Gotham or the Lazarus pit or something doesn't want him to die), but eyes tracing up find...

"Aww Harper, you brought me breakfast in bed," he snorts out, a little pleased to see the red head and the breakfast in bed of water, tylenol, and toast. He'd prefer stronger drugs and stronger doses.. but he doesn't say that and takes what's given, swallowing the pills dry and chasing them with gulps of water that screamed dehydrated. "Where the fuck did you come from?"

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 . @thecreativeforge

Dick sent 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver .

To say he was pissed would be an understatement. Jason knew exactly why Dickhead Grayson was following him-- things regarding his job with Roman had hit the fan in the worst way possible. At least according to his family. Jason didn't exactly count getting laid by a crazy fucker like Sionis in the bad category, after all he'd been with Rose Wilson and hadn't she tried to sell him out? Really, he was just evening his stats of almost dying between guys. The only shitty thing was the new scar added to his collection.

So maybe Dick had a reason to be tailing him. Still didn't mean he had to like it.

He'd made a quick turn into an alley and ducked into an alcove that was only one the damn ruler of crime alley would be intricately aware of. And when Grayson came creeping, Jason cocked his bulletless gun, making a satisfying click regardless. "The hell do you think you're doing in my allies, Dickybird. I thought we already had a conversation about who stays where in this city."

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 . @thecreativeforge

Roy sent o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver .

Jason had felt the weight of the other lean against him as he thumbed through the pages of the book. Bruce had asked him to attend the gala-- Wayne's long lost son had long since been back from the dead (unfortunately) and the old man seemed to like that the family was seen together. Stupid, in Jason's opinion. How long until someone counted out how many dark haired troublemakers Wayne had and put shit together?

Okay maybe only two were trouble makers-- him and the ten year old. But Jason had mostly stopped biting photographers and had only made a scene three times. In the past year.

He hadn't been the one to invite Roy, it seemed Dick brought the whole deck of Titans. Tim had brought his own team, and of course, Damian had his. Jason... worked alone, mainly, these days. Artemis and Bizarro had their own lives that often didn't involve the pale eyed man that had preferred sneaking off to the library than socialize with people who seemed put off by him. Except Roy. Who followed him, bugged him until Jason snapped for him to shut the hell up, and was now... breathing evenly. Sleeping, Jason realized as he paused his reading. He glanced over and then moved his head a bit, resting chin in the red flow of hair.

"Why do you have to show up when I'm trying not to think about you," he grumbles out, low enough to not disturb. "Can never keep a red head around..."

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 @thecreativeforge

Dick sent hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take .

Jason stared hard at what he knew was an olive branch here, but by God he didn't want to reach back. Still. He had a knife buried in his goddamn thigh and his grip wasn't great. Felt like a few ribs had given in the fight. All healable, but right now it hurt like shit. So despite his ego, one of his gloved hands catches Grayson's before he just succumbs to petty behavior and lets go of the fucking ledge of the building.

"Hope you did your pull ups because I can't help ya, Wingding."

Hand reached out and found the toast, starting to wolf it down. Most mornings, the meal was a little more unorthodox... but usually there were painkillers involved. Jason healed fast, but it'd suck in the fucking meanwhile... Still. Roy being here was... different. And he couldn't say he knew how to feel about the guy being around or--

"My SOS? Thought I fucking deactivated your line to that," he grumbled, thinking he probably hadn't actually. Because Roy, he knew, would come. "Thought I changed all the damn passcodes too..." He definitely hadn't done that.

Chewing another large bite of toast, he closed his eyes. Swallowed. "False facers. I pissed the big boy in charge off-- or, well, made him disappear. They thought I'd give 'em information and I did... but it'll probably get them ripped up by your sponsor when they get there... send Waylon my apologies."

"I don't know much about what's going on in your life," Jason grunted in response, sitting up and rubbing his head. And realizing he sounded a lot more like a bitter ex than he meant to towards a man he'd a) never dated in the fucking first place and b) was actually trying to be a decent fucking human... This is why you don't have friends, idiot.

A huff of a sigh and pale eyes find Roy, blue and green and deciphering any other potential reason the man might be there. It seemed he couldn't decide on one so he rolled his shoulders, hearing a satisfying pop. "I have some food... I think. I can order in. Have you eaten anything since you dragged me here?"

Roy watched as Jason downed the painkillers with water and ate the toast, somewhat glad to see the man finally awake and about. They had knocked him out pretty good, but at least he could say that the younger man got himself a few decent hours of - unfortunately, forced - sleep.

Roy shrugged at the comment. "You know me and Waylon haven't been in contact for years." Those were odd days, but admittedly, the croc wasn't all cold blooded as he was made to be sometimes. In rare times, anyway... In the time Roy needed a shoulder when there was none.

"I'll stay for a bit. You want more water, something else to eat?"