and for all those born beneath an angry star

[girlyboywonder]

WHO: Jason and Carrie
WHERE: THE BAT DELINQUENT HIDEOUT apartment.
WHEN: after the charity ball
WARNINGS: PROBABLY NOT
SUMMARY: sitting down and... talking? about things?? for once???
FORMAT: QUICKLOG

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[undeadsidekick]

[4:30 finds Jason stumbling in, still slightly tipsy and wondering just how he'd landed in a hotel room with a bunch of sloshed teenagers and one very sloshed teenager passed out on his lap. Oh well, everybody was safely sleeping it off. No harm, no fowl. Now he just had to sneak back home and explain to Carrie in the morning, right?

Right?

Apparently not.]

Umm. Hey.

[He can tell she's awake from the smell of burnt chocolate that's kind of making his stomach turn. Screw Jessica Wakefield and her magical vodka powers.]

[girlyboywonder]

[ Oh, hey, looks like patience pays off sometimes after all. Awesome. She leans just far enough to see to the entry way from her place at the stove, starts to smile, frowns a little at the whiff of alcohol that comes in with Jason instead, and leans back again. ]

Hey.

[ A marshmallow meets a fiery end, and she frowns at that too. ]

Guess it was more fun'n you thought it'd be.

[undeadsidekick]

Not really.

[But actually it was pretty fun. Maybe. Well, more than he thought it would be anyway. It wasn't bad at any rate.]

What you got there?

[He gestures to the bag of mashmallows. It's less controlled than he'd normally be. Damn vodka again.]

[girlyboywonder]

Camping-smoke-free s'mores.

[ She compiles her latest, eyes it, and takes a bite. Toasty, but not bad. ]

Ruined a friend's microwave doing this once. [ She nudges the bag over closer to him, quirking a brow. ]

[undeadsidekick]

Sounds like a good way to kill a small appliance.

[He involuntarily turns up his nose. Food right now is not appealing.]

So talking.

[That's like. Starting to be a thing with their conversations.]

[girlyboywonder]

[ She shrugs and digs out another marshmallow for herself.

After a few bites: ]

Yeah, that. [ Ask about what'd taken him so long? Risk sounding overly concerned? Or, even worse, clingy, or jealous, or something? No thanks. ] Story for a story still sound good?

[undeadsidekick]

Yeah. Kay.

[That sounded more intelligent in his head, actually.] How do we decide who shares first?

[girlyboywonder]

Easy. My mouth's full, so, you go.

[ And so it is, when she stuffs the rest of the snack into it. Master strategist, right here. ]

[undeadsidekick]

[He gives her a look. If he were more sober, he'd try to argue it, but seriously, it's hideous o'clock in the morning and that buzz is turning into a headache so whatever.]

Fine.

You asked why I was in an explosion or swimming around in Gotham Harbor before I got here? I might have set off an explosion in Crime Alley. My old building, actually. It had a reaction I didn't really an... anciti-- See coming.

[girlyboywonder]

[ The acquiescence and word-failure there gives her a little hope. If alcohol's good for one thing, it's getting people to talk. Maybe she can get more out of him now than she usually would. She cocks her head curiously, talking again when her mouth's clear. ]

What for?

[undeadsidekick]

[He swallows. Suddenly his head feels really heavy. Time to find a counter top to sit on or something.]

I wanted to prove a point. It was a fucking brilliant set up, actually. There was this drug lord, the Black Mask. He was smart, figured out a way to make the other gangs kick in with him. But they're all weasels and rats when you get down to it. It was pretty easy to take over, make them kick in with me, or take each other out. Black Masked worked himself into a corner, tried to get the Joker to help him out. Needless to say, that went fucking fantastic.

[girlyboywonder]

[ Black Mask. She runs over her list of known criminals, first from the files at home and then the ones she's met here. He's not on either version. Oh, alternate universes. She heads for the sink, fills a glass of water, and slides it down the counter to him. ]

You had something like that going here. [ A tiny smile. ] Started showing me how to pull it off, too. In Paraguay.

[undeadsidekick]

[The water gets a thankful nod from him.] Paraguay. Fancy. It is easier than you'd think to get going, though. Like I say... Guys like that are all rats. Someone tough rolls in, they cave. Give you anything you want.

[He takes a sip. Delicious hydration. That's how you're supposed to fight a hangover preemptively, right? Water and bread. Hm, on second thought, he'll steal one of those graham crackers.]Anyway, that was the endgame, really. The plan got sped up a little, I got sloppy. The whole thing wound up with me, and Bruce, and the Joker in my shitty old apartment. Me with a gun on the clown, him with a gun on me, and that psychotic bastard just laughing his ass off about it. In the end, Bruce wouldn't shoot him. He'd rather have killed me again, than shot the fucking clown. He did something, tried for one of his stupid no-kill victories. The Joker set off the bomb I had set, just in case, and everything went to hell

[girlyboywonder]

[ The description gets a surprised blink. She can picture it, actually. Better than she'd have been able to a year ago. But still, it's hard to imagine it was reality. ]

He had a gun? On you?

[undeadsidekick]

... Yeah. He wouldn't have gone for a kill shot, I don't think. [But he seems kind of unconvinced all the same.] He'd have knocked me out and dragged my ass to Arkham, probably.

[girlyboywonder]

[ She lets out a sigh, because, yeah, that sounds about right. Take down someone that's trying to better the world, because they're going about it the wrong way. She pulls out a graham cracker for herself, snapping off bits. ]

...I dunno what I'd do, if I went back home to mine. I mean-- if I remembered everything here. Which I wouldn't. [ munch munch. ] Guess it doesn't matter much.