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[batricide]

[ It doesn't matter. He has a feeling their identities are meaningless here - and anyone that gives enough of a shit to come find them can be stuck in the ground easy enough.

He gets a grunt in response and Damian goes back to sipping this... whatever it is. ]

[reneger]

( only a good big brother gives his baby bro a huge ass cocktail full of. vodka, tequila, rum, gin, blue curacao liqueur, and sweet and sour mix. poor damian's liver tbh. )

There are some cagey fight areas the lower we go. Between you and me, I'm sure we can wiggle our way into that crowd.

[batricide]

[ We'll see how good his tolerance is. This is a massive step up from taking a sip of some of the older regimers drinks when they wouldn't leave him alone on his birthday. Because those were mostly beers and they all mostly sucked. This is. Okay. ]

Shouldn't be hard to make a name for ourselves.

[reneger]

I'd take your last name to make it more authentic but honestly, I don't want it at all.

( he's had enough assassins thank you. )

We'll stick to your story and mine. Your old man took me in as a kid, helped me off the streets for a bit. Masked furry makes it a bit harder for anyone who knows who Batman is and the League, but we can cross that hurdle if it comes up.

[batricide]

That makes two of us.

[ neither wayne nor al ghul are particularly, y'know - good. ]

We'll be fine.

[reneger]

Unless someone complicated shows up.

( with gloved fingers gripping onto his own glass and tipping the rest of it down his throat. jason gets up to his feet, drops the glass down onto the table. )

Let's go.

[batricide]

Mm.

[ Okay, well, downing the rest of thi - okay that's, that's a lot. He puts the glass down. ]

[reneger]

You didn't ask me what's in it before drinking it.

( that shows a shitton of trust which. honestly caught jason off guard. not that it isn't appreciated-- )

[batricide]

I'm sure I'll only regret asking now.

[reneger]

Yeah, you would.

( it's fine, he's got this. jason clasps a hand against damian's shoulder, moves to try and pull him up by the fabric of his collar. )

C'mon. We still gotta up our knife collection.

[batricide]

[ See if he ever trusts you again, you giant ass. He gets to his feet, maybe a little unsteady but nothing a hundred thousand hours of training can't stabilize. ]

I want a sword.

[reneger]

Weapons are illegal here, little D.

( damian's up, and jason slides his arm around both shoulders. keeps damian close against his side, just in case. this isn't a tolerance that jason has seen him test before, there's no need to be part of the reason why damian embarrasses himself now. )

How do you plan on hiding a sword?

[batricide]

In a cane.

[ DUH. He doesn't need you coddling him, asshole. He'll tolerate it for a second before pushing him aside to walk on his own. Maybe a little more carefully than he usually would. ]

[reneger]

( cute. his baby brother's all grown up. the push gets jason to back off, but he stays close even still. just in case. )

How 'bout through check points?

[batricide]

There has to be some kind of space-age material that won't set off the alarms. I can probably craft something out of plastic if I have no other choice.

[reneger]

Maybe we should just stick to a cane. You can beat people pretty well with one of those.

( a gross snort, before he's taking a step closer, leaning into damian a bit. )

Could just get a good crowbar.

[batricide]

[ You tool. He rolls his eyes. ]

If that's the way you want to deal with your demons, power to you. I prefer a different approach. [ Actually. ] Electrified lead pipe.

[reneger]

Had a taser built into my last vest. It was great, honestly. Even managed to catch Batsy off guard.

( he approves of this plan, in other words. )

I'll stick with a nice metal stick or small blade.

[batricide]

[ Not a bad idea. ]

The past few years I mostly just ended up fighting with my fists or a bo staff. But unless I can synthisize some 5-U-93-R that will just put us at a disadvantage against any metas.

[reneger]

5-U-93-R?

( jason doesn't wait for an answer, though. just starts leading damian down an old crappy alleyway. )

I'm not concerned over metas right now.

[batricide]

[ He follows after, steadier now with the fresh (ish) air. ] Metas tend to be the ones running the underground. It's something Luthor invented. Makes a normal man fight on par with a Kryptonian.

[reneger]

I prefer to get my ass kicked at my own pace, thanks.

( like he gets the appeal. but it's never been necessary for jason before, and he's not pushing the envelope now. )

What happened to brains over brawn?

[batricide]

[ He wisely avoids the truth. ]

The Greek Gods decided they wanted to take ownership of the world again.

[reneger]

And?

( look he can make educated guesses but it's better to hear it from damian himself. )

[batricide]

And we didn't let them. Needed to even the odds a little, though.