Are you gonna fight for me?

[under_thehood]

Who: Clark Kent and Jason Todd!
When: Backdated to Thursday.
Where: The Aquarium for SHARK WEEK.
Summary: Clark and Jason try to be normal, shenanigans will likely ensue.
Warnings: Maybe mentions of violence.

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[isitablurred]

Clark honestly had no idea whether or not Jason would show. He was hard work, honestly; harder work than anyone that Clark had ever met, or tried to convince onto side, and that was including Oliver, whose hissy fits were legendary. But Clark honestly liked him, and that was something he hoped was finally starting to come across; and maybe if someone liked him, and someone devoted the time, attention and affection that Jason needed, he could be pulled back from the edge that he was suspended over.

Which was why Clark had a giftwrapped box tucked in one pocket of his oversized jacket, and the most ridiculous grin. And naturally he'd already bought himself a giant cuddly shark, too. For Lois, obviously. Obviously for Lois.

"Hey! Haven't kept you waiting long, have I?"

[under_thehood]

Jason hid the surprise at Clark actually showing up. He flicked the cigarette to the ground and snubbed it out with one of his boots. Blowing out the smoke, Jason tucked his hands into his pockets. Well, he honestly hadn't been expecting Clark to show up; he was so used to having things dangled just out of his reach by fate.

"Yeah, you did," he grunted ungratefully, doing his best to keep all of his guards up this time.

The cuddly shark made the vigilante raise an eyebrow.

"I don't think that'll protect you from the monsters in your closet."

[isitablurred]

"No, but this might at least help you see them there."

The box comes out, and though it's maybe three meters or so he throws it, knowing Jason can and will catch it, hands in his pockets or not. The box, gift wrapped beautifully, contains a set of x-ray specs; the kind advertised in the newsfeed months ago. They're in the same boring black-framed style as Clark's own, which makes them pretty much undetectable, and actually he's gotten them for Jason to find out whether they'll be any help for him at sunset. And if not they work just fine at night for surveillance and such, of course. A good gift for a vigilante, all told.

He finds himself a wall to lean his hip against, folding his arms, which only ends up crushing the cuddly shark to his chest. As though he needs to cuddle it to live.

"Go ahead."

[under_thehood]

Jason did indeed catch it and turned it around in his hands once or twice, feeling for wires, bombs, something that could mark the betrayal he already expected. He glanced up at Clark and the smothered shark for a moment before slowly opening the gift, as if he waited for it to bite him. Despite being only seventeen, the vigilante was already so cynical that he believed that this might have been a ruse the whole time. Clark just wanted him out of the picture ri---

And then he saw the glasses inside. No wires. No explosives. No toxins. Just the glasses. Carefully, he lifted the specs by the arm and took a good look at them before trading them with his own.

Woah. These would definitely be handy.