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[ You are worrying him a bit here, bud. ]

So what exactly do you have in mind?

Edited 2018-06-29 01:04 (UTC)

[ With good reasoning, he's let himself sink to low.]

I don't know, man, if I had an idea I'd already be out.

I got time if you want to go grab a drink.

[ He doesn't imagine Jason wants to talk about what's bothering him. But he can brood in silence while Wally makes sure he doesn't do anything too stupid. ]

Now that sounds like a plan. Wanna go to Trixie, or one of the more low rent joints?

[ He didn't usually go to Trixie, mostly because he's extra dramatic at times, but tonight he didn't mind. Wally was earning points by offering exactly what he knew he shouldn't be doing.]

[ Honestly, Wally thinks there's a high probability that whatever Jason does is going to end with him at some seedy bar by the end of it. At least this way he can play the role of the responsible adult to make sure Jason stays out of trouble. ]

Trixie's fine. Unless you prefer some place quieter? It's your call, buddy.

[ Jason did have a tendancy to come home bruised up when they were in Jon's house from fights in seedy bars on his nights off ~~and that short lived glory in the fighting ring that Tim and Damian had put a stop to.~~ Since Roy had been moved in he was always sober at home. Not wanting to tempt his former partner. The only issue was the mounting depression from the constant dance of siblings in and out. Added with Hana's loss, he had never admitted to anyone but Damian, who had figured it out. But he had fallen for Hana and he ached with her loss.

He nodded to Wally as he moved over to meet him. ]

Trixie's fine, Loke's usually doesn't even charge me. You ever been?

[ It only takes Wally a fraction of a second to get from wherever he is to Jason's location. Once there, he quickly pockets his phone while the former Robin confirms Trixie will be their destination for the evening. ]

Not really. Though Loki did offer to let me grab food for the boys if they ever needed something to eat. Haven't had to do it, but it was a nice offer.

[ The corners of his mouth twist up into a wry smile. Jason might not be in the mood for jokes, but that has never stopped him before. ]

So what should I be expecting? I mean, besides me probably having to drag your ass home tonight.

[ Roy would find him about a block from Trixie, wearing a backwards cap and his leather jacket over tight jeans and a black shirt. He still had his phone in his pocket. the nod given as he slipped the phone in his pocket and walked along side of him.]

Normal walking speed must be torture for you, Wals. And probably just dragging my drunk ass home. I try not to brawl in Trixie, Loki tends to frown at that.

[ Wally nods, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jeans as they begin walking towards their destination. Besides the aforementioned jeans, his attire for the evening consists of a simple white t-shirt, a light blue jacket, and a pair of scuffed up shoes on the verge of falling apart from all the wear and tear he's put them through.

He isn't sure if Trixie's has a dress code or not, but he thinks he'll be okay given what Jason is wearing. ]

I dunno. Sometimes I need a reminder to slow down and enjoy life. It's been awhile since I've really had a guys' night out.

[ What a pretty pair they made, making their way into the club. Jason knew it well enough to get them towards a quieter area. He wouldn't have invited Wally to Four Winds, even if it was his normal haunt.][ He admitted as he pulled a chair out at a table and sat down.]

You know Tim-A helped Loki own this place? And Yeah, I'm lettering the Tim's and Damian's that come. Their all slightly different.

Drake is gone.

Drake comes and goes at will. Same with you.

[ Someone sounds bitter, because he is. ]

( can you hear him rolling his eyes, todd. )

Jealous?

Please, like I care.

[ He cared. He just wont admit it. ]

Of course not. You're just as satisfied being left behind here, numerous times.

Fuck you, demon brat.

[ Oh that's a bit of anger. What irks him more is the fact Damian is right. He had half a mind to stab the custody papers into Damian's bedroom door. Though, did it even count? He fought for the old Damian. This one... did it count?]

Did I hit a sore spot?

( tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth, but he's not hanging up. so there's that. )

Where are you going?

No, your just annoying.

[ He totally did, though he was shocked Damian hadn't hung up yet.]

Out, that's where I'm going. To a place little demons can't follow.

There is nowhere you can go here that I can't follow.

( he'll break into wherever he's not allowed access, don't test him jason. )

Why are you bothering me?

[ He knew he should hang up and just go back to sulking in his room as he's been doing since Damian and Tim arrived...okay a little before that.]

Why not?

( look, he's--bored. there's nothing to do here. )

Take me with you.

[ He wants to laugh, and he's not been in a laughing mood, outside of times with Roy. In a while anyway. ]

I'm not taking you to a bar. I only got your ...the last Damian's social worker, off my ass a month or two ago. So like hell am I doing that.

I don't care about them.

( not this sue whose life goal seems to be ruining all of damian's fun. )

Go elsewhere, then.

...Are you really that bored, Little D?

[ It feels weird calling him that, namely when he called the other Damian that all the time.

And god knows he didn't need to start drinking again anyway. Not with Roy in the house. ]

Fuck it, meet me by the door. I have an idea if your that bored.

Civilian gear, or?

( look it's very important to know whether he should be putting on jeans or a mask. with todd he always assumes mask, they don't generally associate outside of capes and cowls--or didn't until recently, but. )

Bring your civvies, Brat. We're not going hunting.

»Tt«.

( but fine, he'll meet jason out by the manor's front door, wearing a vest over a button-down shirt and slacks. civilian gear if anything. no masks, even if he has a few things tucked away inside clothes. )

[ Waiting outside was Jason leaning against a red 68 Mustang, it looked better than it had in recent months, not that the new Damian would know unless someone in the house had told. It had been Dick's idea back before he left for Jason to find a project to try and bond with the youngest. After he dropped the last Damian off to be shipped off he had sent it in to finish the paint job calling the project done. It felt a little wrong, but he liked to ignore those feelings and pretend they don't exist.]

Take a pick, chinese or paint ball.

( an older car. definitely something damian can see todd getting into, even if the technological advances installed in their own vehicles tend to be of more use. damian turns his eyes to the mustang, then back to jason before he starts walking his way around to the driver's side.

guess what he's going to ask for next. )

Paint ball, if you're going to insist on one or the other.

[ The only shocking thing about it, is out of habit from the Damian before his new brother, Jason tossed him the keys like he expected him to drive. Of course he pulled the door open first so the little snot can't lock him out. ]

We can do both if you want, I don't give a shit.

The cafe is always open to you, if you like. I can meet you over there.

Yeah, I'll meet you there.

See you soon.

[He'll be waiting just at the door, not willing to unlock it until Jason arrives. More work if anyone tries robbing him.]

[ When Jason makes his way in, he opens the door without knocking and closes it locking it behind him. Force of habit when he came to places after houses. His chain on his wallet jingled as he walked, his hands in his jacket pockets as he moved towards Ciel's office figuring that's where he would be. He already knew the Undertaker was gone, just like Hana, just like his brothers even if new versions had come. ]

[Tim’s late to reply to this because #reasons. But if Jason included him, it seems important to dig himself out from his work long enough to respond.]

Hey, Jason. Are you still out?

[ About 20 minutes later, directions to a scummy bar arrive. ]

I am, I didn't see a point in coming home.

[Oddly enough, that’s a feeling Tim can relate to. And if Jason’s going out of his way to send him an address, that must mean he wants Tim to meet him. Invitations like that aren’t a common occurrence with Jason; it would be incredibly foolish to pass it up.

Tim doesn’t take the time to reply, just finds a stopping point in what he’s working on and heads out to the location Jason gave him - a bar, of course it is. Tim pushes down the feeling of unease that washes over him as he walks through the door - he doesn’t really belong here, sticks out like a handful of sore thumbs and everyone knows it - and scans the interior for a familiar figure. It takes him a minute, but he finally spots Jason at a booth in the back of the room. He inhales a deep, steadying breath and approaches, sliding into the seat opposite Jason with a subdued smile, hands folded together on the table in front of him.]

So. What’s good here?

[Dark circles shadow underneath his eyes, a testament to how much he hasn’t slept in the preceding days.]

[ Jason hadn't reached out to either Tim or Damian when they came, he was still sore over losing the versions he had finally opened up to. Dick's advice from before he left to constantly ringing in his head. Seeing Tim walking into the old bar, Four Winds, made him look up and nod, and while mean looking guys eyed him up when he saw down across from 'Red' everyone looked away. He'd gotten the nickname from a long dead man, and it had stuck.

Jason laughed, more a somber chuckle. ]

Nothing is good here, Timberly. It's cheap beer and atmosphere. Your in my stomping grounds.

[Tim laughs quietly, ducking his head while he runs a hand through his hair.]

Yeah, I kinda figured.

[The place had that look. Still - it was as good a segue into conversation as anything. Tim glances back up to Jason, studying his appearance. He looks tired, more so than the usual, even for them.]

It’s really good to see you again, Jason. I didn’t think I’d get the chance.

[ Jason watched Tim as he lifted his drink taking another drink. Studying his replacement for a moment.

The bar was definitely Jason's type of hide away. And the type of place he figured Harper wouldn't find him.]

If I had my way, you wouldn't. I'm getting tired of it all if I'm going to be honest. Your the third version of Tim Drake I've meet in a year.

[ He reached into his jacket pulling out a pack of cigarette's, an old nasty habit he picked back up months ago. Placing one between his lips he lit it with a zippo sitting it on the table. ]

So, what do you expect?

[Tim lets out a low whistle, eyebrows arched.]

Third, huh? I had no idea I was so popular.

[It’s not super surprising, all things considered. By Tim’s estimation, he shouldn’t even be alive, and yet.]

I don’t expect anything. But if you’re taking requests, I’d put “not stabbing me” at the top of the list.

[He delivers the last line in a note of dry, sarcastic levity, turns his hands palms up and shrugs while laughing at his own quasi-joke. It’s been a while since the Jason Tim knew back home last got stabby with him, but he doesn’t assume that this Jason in front of him and that Jason back in Gotham are one and the same. For that matter, Tim doesn’t know what transpired between this Jason and the two Tim Drakes before him, either.]

What do you expect?

Yeah, neither did I, But they always say the third times the charm, and your the third Robin. So who knows, maybe three is your lucky number.

[ As he ashed, a scary looking dude sits down some wings down on the table and nods to Jason, who nods back. Jason motioned to Tim. Go on buddy. Have some cheap bar food. ]

Oh, come on, it's a right of passage. You refuse me, I stab you. It's a time honored tradition, Timbers.

[ At least that got a grin out of Jason as he left the cigarette in the ash tray for a moment to take a drink from his glass again.]

Honestly, I don't expect anything. I don't even expect you and new demon brat to stay. I had just gotten used to the last set. Maybe it's petty of me to judge you two on the last set but that's me. Mr. Petty.

[ He lifted the cigarette again taking another drag his tired eyes staying on Tim.]

Though I do expect you to live in the manor.

[That little glimpse of a grin from Jason makes the flutter of anxiety hovering in Tim’s chest feel a little lighter, and he smiles in return. If they can still joke about past violence and maiming, maybe things are still OK.

Tim’s not especially hungry but it seems rude to refuse Jason’s offer, so he picks a wing off the plate as indicated but meets Jason’s gaze with his own while he answers.]

Hmm, I don’t know - do you really think that’s a good idea? ‘Cause if Damian’s staying there too, that seems like an awful lot of people who’ve stabbed me under the same roof.

[It’s not an outright refusal - Tim’s just used to being more or less on his own, and he’s uncertain that he’d even belong at the manor.]

[ Past maimings and violence are just on par for them. Jason would snap again one day. He had the pit in him, it would come. Ra's warning had to have meaning after all.

For now, he was pretty good at controlling his stabby reactions. A year on a peaceful moon colony did that after all. Once Tim ate one and didn't scream in pain, Jason reached out for one. Yep, test his food replacement.]

Yeah, well that's part of the stab Olympics, kid. You get a gold metal and access to B's cave if you do.

[ He took a bit of the wing and took a moment before adding.]

The cave's down there I just... didn't go down.

[A gold medal Tim can take or leave, but access to the Batcomputer? Well - let’s be real, Tim could probably break and hack his way in anyway, but not needing to fight for it would be ideal. Color his interest officially piqued, Jason. Tim takes a second to lick a dab of sauce off his thumb, pretending to consider the offer; in reality, the cogs of the machinery in his mind are already clicking into motion.]

You want me to check the integrity of the database? Set up some new firewalls, maybe?

[ Come on, Tim just wanted to be part of stab Olympics. Everyone knows. Jason worked on a second wing after dropping the bones on the plate, He was the type that had to get all the meat off and didn't care about the mess. ]

Yeah, Timbo, that's totally what I meant. You want a beer while we talk shop?

[ One day Tim will say yes, he's waiting for that day.]

[Jason won’t have long to wait for that day, because it’s happening now. Tim considers the question for a moment - it’s not really a surprise, not the first time he’s been to a bar with Jason, but Tim’s not sixteen anymore and when you believe you’ve already died, things like possibly-underage drinking seem far less important than they used to. At any rate, Tim knows he’s well above the legal drinking age here, so.]

Sure - if you’re buying. Why not?

[Tim wouldn’t even know what to order and he’ll probably end up giving most of it to Jason anyway.]

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