RP Log with broodingbat and silentshebat [Day 7]
[OOC note to LJ stalkers: this may be the last Bruce RP log posted for the indefinite future; the mun wants to focus more on the "journal" aspect right now, and honestly, everyone's getting kind of sick of the play-by-play post stuff, so we've decided to gloss over a lot more and skip around a bit. I'll do my best to keep it straight in the timeline, though, if you're worried.]
Bruce is in the kitchen, picking up the tray that Alfred has put together for Jason's breakfast. The butler had scoured various kitchen supply stores for unbreakable bowls and plates that didn't offend his sense of decorum.
The warmest thing on the tray today is the toast. There is a fruit smoothie (which he suspects might go flying) a bowl of sweet granola and a small bowl of fresh, perfect strawberries.
Cass is making tea in the kitchen, having gotten something more or less approximating a full night's sleep before and after her talk with Bruce. "Jason's?" she asks, indicating the tray.
Bruce nods to the girl, adding a caffeine tablet to the tray. Alfred's smoothies do have quite a kick on their own, but without caffeine. And Bruce is willing to bet that Jason is going to need his daily fix. Something he will not begrudge him since Bruce himself along with the rest of the family is the same.
"Wanted to visit," Cass starts tentatively, pouring hot water into her cup.
Bruce looks at her and nods slowly. "Alright. We'll ask him if he wants you to join us for breakfast." He looks at the tea. "But that doesn't go into the apartment."
Cass false-pouts. "Cruel," she says teasingly, taking a long sip of her tea before setting it on the table with a small smile.
Bruce's lips twitch. "So I've been told."
He picks up the tray and heads for the Cave, walking carefully, deliberately. Maybe a night's sleep had improved Jason's temper? Probably not.
It would really help if he knew why Jason was mad at him this time.
Cass follows him, leaving her tea on the table.
The large man stops at the computer and motions Cassandra over beside him so that the cameras have a clear view, should Jason be using the view screen.
He toggles the intercom. "Jason. I have your breakfast. And Cassandra would like to join us."
Jason's sitting on the couch with his sketchpad when he hears the sudden crackle of the intercom. He jumps, and hates himself.
"Fuck off," he snarls.
Bruce doesn't sigh. It's not like that was unexpected. Still. Something occurs to him. "Would you rather I send the tray in with Cassandra?"
"I don't care. Just go the fuck away."
Bruce looks to the girl and quirks an eyebrow at her. If she wants to take it in, she can. He'll just stay out here and monitor the feeds.
Cass blinks. "Need breakfast," she points out reasonably over the intercom.
Jason doesn't respond, gritting his teeth and glaring at the sketchpad as if that'll help anything.
"He only said for me to go away," Bruce points out, well aware that the comm is still open. "You could take him the tray if you want."
Cass nods. "Getting breakfast," she informs Jason, giving him plenty of time for a rebuttal before picking up the tray and moving toward to the door.
Jason just rolls his eyes and closes his sketchpad, setting both the book and the graphite down on the table. He turns his attention to the door, a somewhat less-than-friendly expression on his face.
Bruce hits some keys and the outside door slides open.
When she and the tray are safely inside, he closes that one and opens the interior door.
Cass sweeps in purposefully with the tray, and sets it down in front of Jason. And then she hovers awkwardly. "...Hi."
The interior door whooshes closes as soon as she is through.
Jason looks at her for a few moments, then turns to glance at the tray. He wrinkles his forehead slightly as he notices the pill, picking it up. "The hell is this?"
Cass blinks. Good question. "No idea."
Bruce opens the intercom again. "A caffeine pill," he says simply.
Jason glances at the tablet skeptically. Because he's going to just take the bastard's word on that?
Then again- it wouldn't really make much sense for Bruce to try to drug him this way, instead of anything else. No use gambling that he's going to take it when he could just slip it into the food or something.
Except, of course... if he was hedging his bets? He's sure as hell not going to eat whatever the bastard brings in if he thinks it might be drugged, and he knows Bruce knows that. If he's looking for a way to get him to take whatever that won't risk backfiring like that...
But then again, he's already taken the sleeping pills. Why randomly add one now? Of course, Jason hadn't taken anything last night...
"... not sure I trust that," he says aloud.
"All right," Bruce says evenly. "But it's there if you want it."
He hesitates, then dumps it back on the tray. He might take it later if the caffeine withdrawal gets to him.
Cass rolls her eyes. She could see the little wheels turning in Jason's head. "Food is fine," she promises.
"Funny how you said that when I didn't ask about the food."
"Saw you worry," she explained. Of course he suspected the food was drugged/poisoned/tainted -- he was a Bat. But Cass does not believe Bruce would drug him.
Jason shoots her a skeptical glance.
Cass raises an eyebrow.
Jason rolls his eyes and glances back at the tray. Toast, granola and strawberries, along with the smoothie. Not exactly easy to drug, at least, though he doesn't really think Bruce'd do it. Too much of a gamble. The comment'd made him a bit suspicious, but... he shakes his head, dismissing it. Bruce isn't that stupid.
He rolls his eyes and pulls the tray towards him.
Still silent, he spreads on some peanut butter and grape jelly with the flimsy plastic knife.
Cass waits. She tends to not register silences as awkward, normally, but this... kind of is. She notices the sketchpad on the table. "You draw?" she asks.
He shrugs, swallowing his bite of toast. "I guess."
She's still standing, keeping the table between them. "...Can see?" she asks cautiously.
"No," he replies simply, taking another bite.
"Okay," she replies simply, watching Jason with interest.
Jason shifts his position, leaning back and crossing his legs, heels resting on the edge of the table. He stares at Cass evenly.
Cass stares back across the table, tilting her head curiously at him.
Jason finishes his toast, licking remnants of jelly and peanut butter off of his fingers. After a moment, he lets his hand drop, still watching her.
... she's a lot more chatty on the servers, isn't she?
Cass shifts awkwardly. "Want me out?" she asks.
He just shrugs. "Don't really care."
Cass nods. She stays. "Can sit?"
"Don't let me stop you."
"Your room," she points out, sitting in one of the chairs across the table from him.
He shrugs. "I guess."
He starts on the bowl of granola.
"Would... ask how you're doing . But stupid question." Cass says with a half smile.
He can't help but snort a little. "Yeah."
"...So how are you doing?" Cass asks, deadpan.
Jason shoots her a skeptical look. "How do you think I'm doing?"
Cass looks at him analytically. "Badly."
"That sounds about right."
Bruce frowns as he watches and listens in. Now he's wishing he'd sent Cass in with an earpiece. He wants to know WHY Jason is doing badly. If it's the same old same old, or if there is something else that needs to be addressed.
"Can help?" Cass asks. "Well. Help besides letting out," she quickly adds.
He snorts. "What type of help would there be besides that, exactly?"
Cass shrugs and smiles crookedly. "Good company?" she says self-deprecatingly, knowing she's terrible about holding up a conversation.
He snorts. "Right."
Cass grins. "Rather have Bruce?" she asks.
"Oh, fuck no."
Cass laughs quietly, barely a breath. "Don't blame."
He snorts. "No?"
"Put me in box, I would not talk to him," she replies.
He laughs a little. "Yeah."
"Though, do not plan on needing locked up." Cass continues.
"Needing?"
Cass fumbles. "Not -- wrong word." she mutters, embarrassed. And she'd been doing so well. "Bruce thinks need."
"... right," he replies skeptically.
Shrug. She's not too sure she disagrees.
Jason rolls his eyes and sets the granola bowl down, picking up the strawberries instead.
"Means well?" she points out, knowing it will do little to no good.
"If you say so."
"Could be worse boxes,"Cass points out. "Arkham. Blackgate." Coffin, she does not add.
The mildly skeptical look on Jason's face turn downright murderous.
Cass doesn't flinch or stand. But something subtle shifts and she's ready.
"... get out. Now."
Cass stands abruptly, looking dismayed. "...Okay." she says quietly, backing towards the door. She's not quite sure what she said, but the reaction is unmistakable.
Jason slams the bowl back onto the tray as she leaves, twisting a hand in his hair.
"Bruce? Out?" she asks aloud.
Bruce does sigh this time, and opens the door, holding it for her. Part of him is hoping that Jason will change his mind, though he knows that is unlikely."
Once she's out of the room, Cass looks worriedly at Bruce. "What did I say?"
Bruce looks at her. "You mentioned Arkham. I did the same, and he reacted badly. I'm not sure why."
Cass smooths her hair nervously. "Didn't mean to," she mutters.
You didn't do anything wrong," he assures her. He doesn't want her second-guessing herself. Jason would see that as dishonesty.
Cass looks at him carefully. "...Okay."
"Do you want me to give you access? So you can go in and out of the apartment without my being here?
"...Yes," Cass replies. But she will apologize to Jason first.
Bruce nods and strokes some keys. "Make sure you ask him before going in."
"I will." She promises.
Bruce nods. "This way," he says, standing and heading to the medical bay.
Cass follows wordlessly.
He indicates for her to sit up on the gurney as he gets out one the sub-vocal transmitters from its sterile housing. "It goes between your molars."
"Fun," Cass replies sarcastically.
Bruce raises an eyebrow at her as he offers it.
Cass takes the transmitter and inserts it, clicking her teeth together a few times to make sure it's in place.
"You need to use voice command, via the transmitter, the code and your thumb print," he says quietly.
"Okay. That order?" Cass asks.
"No."
"Need code," Cass points out.
"Come find me later," he says. Bruce fully expects that Jason will be looking at the feeds for clues on how to escape.
"Okay." Cass nods.
Bruce is in the kitchen, picking up the tray that Alfred has put together for Jason's breakfast. The butler had scoured various kitchen supply stores for unbreakable bowls and plates that didn't offend his sense of decorum.
The warmest thing on the tray today is the toast. There is a fruit smoothie (which he suspects might go flying) a bowl of sweet granola and a small bowl of fresh, perfect strawberries.
Cass is making tea in the kitchen, having gotten something more or less approximating a full night's sleep before and after her talk with Bruce. "Jason's?" she asks, indicating the tray.
Bruce nods to the girl, adding a caffeine tablet to the tray. Alfred's smoothies do have quite a kick on their own, but without caffeine. And Bruce is willing to bet that Jason is going to need his daily fix. Something he will not begrudge him since Bruce himself along with the rest of the family is the same.
"Wanted to visit," Cass starts tentatively, pouring hot water into her cup.
Bruce looks at her and nods slowly. "Alright. We'll ask him if he wants you to join us for breakfast." He looks at the tea. "But that doesn't go into the apartment."
Cass false-pouts. "Cruel," she says teasingly, taking a long sip of her tea before setting it on the table with a small smile.
Bruce's lips twitch. "So I've been told."
He picks up the tray and heads for the Cave, walking carefully, deliberately. Maybe a night's sleep had improved Jason's temper? Probably not.
It would really help if he knew why Jason was mad at him this time.
Cass follows him, leaving her tea on the table.
The large man stops at the computer and motions Cassandra over beside him so that the cameras have a clear view, should Jason be using the view screen.
He toggles the intercom. "Jason. I have your breakfast. And Cassandra would like to join us."
Jason's sitting on the couch with his sketchpad when he hears the sudden crackle of the intercom. He jumps, and hates himself.
"Fuck off," he snarls.
Bruce doesn't sigh. It's not like that was unexpected. Still. Something occurs to him. "Would you rather I send the tray in with Cassandra?"
"I don't care. Just go the fuck away."
Bruce looks to the girl and quirks an eyebrow at her. If she wants to take it in, she can. He'll just stay out here and monitor the feeds.
Cass blinks. "Need breakfast," she points out reasonably over the intercom.
Jason doesn't respond, gritting his teeth and glaring at the sketchpad as if that'll help anything.
"He only said for me to go away," Bruce points out, well aware that the comm is still open. "You could take him the tray if you want."
Cass nods. "Getting breakfast," she informs Jason, giving him plenty of time for a rebuttal before picking up the tray and moving toward to the door.
Jason just rolls his eyes and closes his sketchpad, setting both the book and the graphite down on the table. He turns his attention to the door, a somewhat less-than-friendly expression on his face.
Bruce hits some keys and the outside door slides open.
When she and the tray are safely inside, he closes that one and opens the interior door.
Cass sweeps in purposefully with the tray, and sets it down in front of Jason. And then she hovers awkwardly. "...Hi."
The interior door whooshes closes as soon as she is through.
Jason looks at her for a few moments, then turns to glance at the tray. He wrinkles his forehead slightly as he notices the pill, picking it up. "The hell is this?"
Cass blinks. Good question. "No idea."
Bruce opens the intercom again. "A caffeine pill," he says simply.
Jason glances at the tablet skeptically. Because he's going to just take the bastard's word on that?
Then again- it wouldn't really make much sense for Bruce to try to drug him this way, instead of anything else. No use gambling that he's going to take it when he could just slip it into the food or something.
Except, of course... if he was hedging his bets? He's sure as hell not going to eat whatever the bastard brings in if he thinks it might be drugged, and he knows Bruce knows that. If he's looking for a way to get him to take whatever that won't risk backfiring like that...
But then again, he's already taken the sleeping pills. Why randomly add one now? Of course, Jason hadn't taken anything last night...
"... not sure I trust that," he says aloud.
"All right," Bruce says evenly. "But it's there if you want it."
He hesitates, then dumps it back on the tray. He might take it later if the caffeine withdrawal gets to him.
Cass rolls her eyes. She could see the little wheels turning in Jason's head. "Food is fine," she promises.
"Funny how you said that when I didn't ask about the food."
"Saw you worry," she explained. Of course he suspected the food was drugged/poisoned/tainted -- he was a Bat. But Cass does not believe Bruce would drug him.
Jason shoots her a skeptical glance.
Cass raises an eyebrow.
Jason rolls his eyes and glances back at the tray. Toast, granola and strawberries, along with the smoothie. Not exactly easy to drug, at least, though he doesn't really think Bruce'd do it. Too much of a gamble. The comment'd made him a bit suspicious, but... he shakes his head, dismissing it. Bruce isn't that stupid.
He rolls his eyes and pulls the tray towards him.
Still silent, he spreads on some peanut butter and grape jelly with the flimsy plastic knife.
Cass waits. She tends to not register silences as awkward, normally, but this... kind of is. She notices the sketchpad on the table. "You draw?" she asks.
He shrugs, swallowing his bite of toast. "I guess."
She's still standing, keeping the table between them. "...Can see?" she asks cautiously.
"No," he replies simply, taking another bite.
"Okay," she replies simply, watching Jason with interest.
Jason shifts his position, leaning back and crossing his legs, heels resting on the edge of the table. He stares at Cass evenly.
Cass stares back across the table, tilting her head curiously at him.
Jason finishes his toast, licking remnants of jelly and peanut butter off of his fingers. After a moment, he lets his hand drop, still watching her.
... she's a lot more chatty on the servers, isn't she?
Cass shifts awkwardly. "Want me out?" she asks.
He just shrugs. "Don't really care."
Cass nods. She stays. "Can sit?"
"Don't let me stop you."
"Your room," she points out, sitting in one of the chairs across the table from him.
He shrugs. "I guess."
He starts on the bowl of granola.
"Would... ask how you're doing . But stupid question." Cass says with a half smile.
He can't help but snort a little. "Yeah."
"...So how are you doing?" Cass asks, deadpan.
Jason shoots her a skeptical look. "How do you think I'm doing?"
Cass looks at him analytically. "Badly."
"That sounds about right."
Bruce frowns as he watches and listens in. Now he's wishing he'd sent Cass in with an earpiece. He wants to know WHY Jason is doing badly. If it's the same old same old, or if there is something else that needs to be addressed.
"Can help?" Cass asks. "Well. Help besides letting out," she quickly adds.
He snorts. "What type of help would there be besides that, exactly?"
Cass shrugs and smiles crookedly. "Good company?" she says self-deprecatingly, knowing she's terrible about holding up a conversation.
He snorts. "Right."
Cass grins. "Rather have Bruce?" she asks.
"Oh, fuck no."
Cass laughs quietly, barely a breath. "Don't blame."
He snorts. "No?"
"Put me in box, I would not talk to him," she replies.
He laughs a little. "Yeah."
"Though, do not plan on needing locked up." Cass continues.
"Needing?"
Cass fumbles. "Not -- wrong word." she mutters, embarrassed. And she'd been doing so well. "Bruce thinks need."
"... right," he replies skeptically.
Shrug. She's not too sure she disagrees.
Jason rolls his eyes and sets the granola bowl down, picking up the strawberries instead.
"Means well?" she points out, knowing it will do little to no good.
"If you say so."
"Could be worse boxes,"Cass points out. "Arkham. Blackgate." Coffin, she does not add.
The mildly skeptical look on Jason's face turn downright murderous.
Cass doesn't flinch or stand. But something subtle shifts and she's ready.
"... get out. Now."
Cass stands abruptly, looking dismayed. "...Okay." she says quietly, backing towards the door. She's not quite sure what she said, but the reaction is unmistakable.
Jason slams the bowl back onto the tray as she leaves, twisting a hand in his hair.
"Bruce? Out?" she asks aloud.
Bruce does sigh this time, and opens the door, holding it for her. Part of him is hoping that Jason will change his mind, though he knows that is unlikely."
Once she's out of the room, Cass looks worriedly at Bruce. "What did I say?"
Bruce looks at her. "You mentioned Arkham. I did the same, and he reacted badly. I'm not sure why."
Cass smooths her hair nervously. "Didn't mean to," she mutters.
You didn't do anything wrong," he assures her. He doesn't want her second-guessing herself. Jason would see that as dishonesty.
Cass looks at him carefully. "...Okay."
"Do you want me to give you access? So you can go in and out of the apartment without my being here?
"...Yes," Cass replies. But she will apologize to Jason first.
Bruce nods and strokes some keys. "Make sure you ask him before going in."
"I will." She promises.
Bruce nods. "This way," he says, standing and heading to the medical bay.
Cass follows wordlessly.
He indicates for her to sit up on the gurney as he gets out one the sub-vocal transmitters from its sterile housing. "It goes between your molars."
"Fun," Cass replies sarcastically.
Bruce raises an eyebrow at her as he offers it.
Cass takes the transmitter and inserts it, clicking her teeth together a few times to make sure it's in place.
"You need to use voice command, via the transmitter, the code and your thumb print," he says quietly.
"Okay. That order?" Cass asks.
"No."
"Need code," Cass points out.
"Come find me later," he says. Bruce fully expects that Jason will be looking at the feeds for clues on how to escape.
"Okay." Cass nods.