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[Kate hums thoughtfully, tapping her lip in feigned consideration.]
Should we talk about how there are three people crammed in my tiny, terrible apartment? Or how one of my friends is suddenly a prince? Or maybe about how this UNA thing gives me the creeps?
Should we talk about how there are three people crammed in my tiny, terrible apartment? Or how one of my friends is suddenly a prince? Or maybe about how this UNA thing gives me the creeps?
[ kaldur doesn't know the batman of his world terribly well, but he knows what dick has told him. he knows how he's been with the team.
manipulative? yes. but he's done a great deal of good as well and been kind. ]
That has not been my experience, but you know him better than I do.
[ "i will not argue the point with you" he means. ]
manipulative? yes. but he's done a great deal of good as well and been kind. ]
That has not been my experience, but you know him better than I do.
[ "i will not argue the point with you" he means. ]
it's a show, not tell thing
( which is why he pulls up to the curb in fifteen minutes--on his shiny ass new red bike, neon purple lights lighting where tires would be, except. everything hovers in this future. a red helmet's on over his head, side of it painted lazily with a shitty bat, and the jacket dick had personalized forever and a half ago still worn over shoulders.
and the moment jason spots damian, he raises a gloved hand, gestures for him to hop on. )
( which is why he pulls up to the curb in fifteen minutes--on his shiny ass new red bike, neon purple lights lighting where tires would be, except. everything hovers in this future. a red helmet's on over his head, side of it painted lazily with a shitty bat, and the jacket dick had personalized forever and a half ago still worn over shoulders.
and the moment jason spots damian, he raises a gloved hand, gestures for him to hop on. )
[ for kaldur, it means an ally gone. ]
Then you are well?
Then you are well?
I am glad to hear it. [ even if he isn't glad bruce is gone, himself. taking damian's word for it because dick - the dick here - was right: he doesn't actually know jason and damian.
(he knows them better than the dick here, he thinks.) ]
(he knows them better than the dick here, he thinks.) ]
( he didn't have a destination in mind. just wanted to show off his new bike, get damian out of his head a little. so jason drives around for a few minutes, heads off towards the shit part of town. the bits without good surveillance.
and parks his bike near their old warehouse, before waiting for damian to climb his way off. )
Got you a gift.
and parks his bike near their old warehouse, before waiting for damian to climb his way off. )
Got you a gift.
Why?
[ He doesn't even register - then he sees the date on the implant. Oh. Well, just... oh. He was supposed to set up the meeting on his birthday, that slipped through the cracks that the loss of Bruce caused.
He swings himself off of the bike, shoving his hands in his pockets. ]
[ He doesn't even register - then he sees the date on the implant. Oh. Well, just... oh. He was supposed to set up the meeting on his birthday, that slipped through the cracks that the loss of Bruce caused.
He swings himself off of the bike, shoving his hands in his pockets. ]
Don't play dumb.
( damian swings off. jason stays on, reaches down onto the pouch he has attached to the bike by his left thigh and pulls out a forearm-length object wrapped in an old tee.
a kris, one damian will recognize as similar to the one his grandfather wields. an exact replica, with the addition of a few scuffs. )
( damian swings off. jason stays on, reaches down onto the pouch he has attached to the bike by his left thigh and pulls out a forearm-length object wrapped in an old tee.
a kris, one damian will recognize as similar to the one his grandfather wields. an exact replica, with the addition of a few scuffs. )
Edited 2019-03-06 04:11 (UTC)
I have not yet been seriously looking for either.
[ He isn't sure what he's expecting. A card, maybe. Something small that he can put on a counter and look at occasionally.
Not this.
Damian pulls the shirt free and then just stares down at the weapon. His brow furrows, he looks back up. ]
Jason... I can't take this.
Not this.
Damian pulls the shirt free and then just stares down at the weapon. His brow furrows, he looks back up. ]
Jason... I can't take this.
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