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[deadbythename]

Date & Time: Jan 18-23
Location: Lots of bars. Lots of dark, unpleasant places.
Characters: Jason Todd the Grump and whoever decides to interrupt his willful ignoring everything.
Summary: Jason Todd is willfully ignoring everything and spending most of his time up on lonely rooftops and occasionally drinking.
Warnings: idk, gloomy bullshit, swearing, we'll see.

[ Okay.  Jason wasn't an idiot.  It was really kind of obvious he wasn't going to be able to avoid everyone forever.  Exsilium wasn't Gotham and there just weren't enough places he could go until he just.  Ran into somebody.

Maybe he'd even run into Dick or that tiny girl Robin.  Or Joey...  Though that didn't bear thinking about.   Running into them eventually didn't mean running into them immediately.  All Jason wanted was space.  He needed to reorganize himself, needed to separate himself from the memories that of this place that still floated through his head.  Exsilium wasn't Gotham, but Jason was still himself.  The holster under his jacket was a reminder of that.  So he spent most of his time in bars, in the darker, shadowy parts, nursing a drink and listening. The rest of the time, he wandered, relearning the alleyways and rooftops of this weird ass city.  If nothing else, he'd be prepared for however long he'd be staying here. ]

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[outright]

You'd be right. [ Smug, so smug. ] This place is disgusting, actually. But there isn't anything up to my standards here, so it will have to do.

[deadbythename]

[ Jason chooses to sigh instead of just cutting to the chase and punching Vanadi. He has the feeling that that's inevitably how the night's going to end. ]

Life must be hard for you, Princess.

[outright]

It's downright intolerable sometimes. But we make do with the bars we have and the company we must keep.

[ A not so subtle dig, there, and he doesn't even bother to glance over to deliver it. ]

What are you here for?

[deadbythename]

[ Yeah, he caught that, but the important part is he doesn't rise to it. He stays, relaxed, in his seat. At Vanadi's question, he lifts the glass of amber liquid and ice slightly. ]

The alcohol. Same thing as most other people.

[outright]

Most? Oh, that's generous. I would say most are here for the sex.

[ He leans in closer to Jason, casting a glance around. ]

So who is it for you? She's pretty. [ A nod of his head toward a blonde in the corner. ]

[deadbythename]

[ Jason doesn't lean away out of sheer contrariness. Like hell he was going to give him the satisfaction.]

It's no one.

[outright]

[ All the better. It means Vanadi is free to shift and drape an arm familiarly over his shoulders. ]

Not her? No. [ He considers the crowd again, before pointing out a young man with red hair. ] Him, then. Why, he was practically made for you.

[deadbythename]

[ Okay, he's done playing nice. Irritably, he reaches over and lightly flicks the end of Vanadi's ridiculous ear. ]

You don't know how to take a hint, do you.

[outright]

[ wow hey. His smile drops away for a frown, and he jerks his head back. ]

Who murdered your sense of humor, and why haven't you reported it to the authorities?

[deadbythename]

[ He actually laughs at that. ]

Hard to report anything when they kill the rest of you too.

[outright]

[ lookin him up and down, NOT LOOKING IMPRESSED. ]

I've met corpses, and you're far easier on the eyes.

[deadbythename]

[ He shrugs. ]

Guess I got lucky.

[ Yeah, that's the word for it. ]