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LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL

Oct 12, 2010 00:59

Who: sturmnbatarangs and undeadsidekick
What: Drink to wash away the idea of Batfamily incest!
When: Monday night/afternoon/whenever they got done talking about Hit Girl
Where: Space Hooters Tata's
Warnings: Linefaces and cusswords
( I'LL BE GONE BEFORE THE MORNING COMES did I just use Meat Loaf as cut text lyrics )

bruce wayne, jason todd

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undeadsidekick October 12 2010, 09:53:11 UTC

Oh, Jason knew he was there alright. He was well aware that Batman himself (albeit from some twisted alternate reality -- not one where they were screwing -- but twisted all the same) was standing outside a titty bar waiting to have a drink with the proverbial prodigal son. Actually, he felt compelled to hang back from the crowd he was currently camouflaged in just to have a really good look. Even with their current drinking buddies(?) set up, who knew when he'd get to see the big bad bat in this situation again.

"Try not look look like someone stood you up on prom night, old man." He said, finally. Emerging from the crowd with a cocky, bordering on giddy grin. Because seriously. Only the cowl could have made this look more complete.

sturmnbatarangs October 12 2010, 18:58:47 UTC

And there was Jason, wearing what was beginning to be something of a trademark grin. Enough waiting around, then; there wasn't any point in killing time outside, even if inside there would just be more waiting maybe punctuated by him nursing another ginger ale. He turned and headed to the doors of the bar, as if he wasn't going to reply to Jason at all, until-

"Good thing my date arrived."

It was keeping with the reason for the meeting, at least.

undeadsidekick October 12 2010, 21:03:00 UTC

"I get it. That was a shitty joke." Making a face, Jay followed Bruce in, grabbing a table and signaling to one of the decidedly scantily clothed waitresses for a couple of menus. It was pretty simple to figure out, and he doubted that Bruce would adventure beyond the standard ginger ale or club soda, but it couldn't hurt to try, right?

When the girl arrived, he made a show of nodding appreciatively, looking her up and down enough to appear interested. He wasn't, not that she wasn't attractive, but the check-out was merely for appearances sake. Wouldn't do to get a reputation as Katsura's friend who only comes in for the cheap drinks and conversations with old men. "This is the part where I tell you that their margaritas are great and you shoot me down because you're an obsessive bastard who never learned how to have fun."

sturmnbatarangs October 13 2010, 14:33:48 UTC

Adventurous he wasn't- not as far as drinks in Tatas were concerned- but he at least picked up the menu to keep up appearances. He didn't bother looking over any of the items, instead keeping an eye on the room, taking in everything, making notes on who might be trouble and who's just doing their job. It never turns off.

"At least we got that out of the way." Preliminary inventory finished, he lowered the menu slightly to look at Jason over the top. "This friend of yours wouldn't happen to be an idiotic samurai."

undeadsidekick October 13 2010, 17:23:28 UTC

"Could be." The reply came with an equally noncommittal shrug. Katsura had don more than imply that there was bad blood between him and the Bat and while Jason had to admit to some curiosity, it was probably a little early in the day for a screaming match. Oh, what the hell. It wasn't like he and Bruce talked much anyway. "The Princess mentioned something about you and a plot to blow up the space station."

He watched Bruce watching the crowds. He never really gave it a rest, even as an old man, it seemed. Guess Bat paranoia wasn't easy to get rid of. Good thing he hadn't gone senile yet, that would be a bitch to deal with in an old folks home. "The phrase 'senile old coot' was tossed around. You want to add anything, or should I just fill in the blanks?"

sturmnbatarangs October 13 2010, 20:00:53 UTC

"He filled a building with homemade explosives and threatened to blow it up unless the captains acquiesced to his demands. It caused a ship-wide lockdown along with considerable panic, and worsened the public opinion of the refugee population. The situation was resolved within a few days, but it remains something of a controversial topic to this day." He folded up his menu, adding after a second of thought, "You could find it if you dug through the records on the network. It was just a few months ago ( ... )

undeadsidekick October 13 2010, 20:30:17 UTC

"In other words, he knows how to get things done." Jason tried to keep whatever approval might have creeped into his voice to a minimum. His efforts were met with limited success. And actually, he had bothered to research Zura's career as an intergalactic (possibly dimensional) terrorist. He just didn't see anything unreasonable about it. Then again, he was widely considered to be psychotic, so that probably figured.

The under dressed waitress returned to take their order and Jay requested a bottle of the Princess's usual, some too-sweet sake of which Katsura was more than a little fond. The girl nodded with a giggle, not even bothering to jot it down on her notepad before looking over at Bruce. He thought of just ordering for the old man, but that would totally go over well. Oh, yeah. Best father-son-whatever-they-are bonding scenario ever.

sturmnbatarangs October 14 2010, 00:46:52 UTC

"I'd claim to be surprised, but." He wasn't expecting Jason to side with him, but that wasn't going to stop him from talking about it as if he had a chance of changing Jason's mind. "Whatever the result, this ship can't afford to realize that it's a successful tactic. The next couple of terrorists won't be as honor-bound." Because the chances of having another attack where the perpetrators are hesitant to take a life were small; he could tell that much from the responses to the event. They were lucky it happened this way at all. They shouldn't have to rely on luck for something like this; they had to make sure it didn't happen again.

"Ginger ale." He gave his order and his menu to the waitress without looking once in her direction.

undeadsidekick October 14 2010, 01:27:36 UTC

With a snap of chewing gum, she sauntered away. Jay didn't know if it was wise to attempt a bottle of that stuff on his own, and Bruce obviously wouldn't be much of a help, but he was pretty sure the old man wouldn't leave him babbling like an idiot in a bar, if it came to that. Whatever reality it was, Jason knew too much. That was the only reason Bruce would bother dealing with him in the first place. Actually, that realization was so logical it kind of hurt. Fucking feelings.

"Guess they can't rely on the big, bad Bat to bail them out." He gave a slightly snide smile, and leaned back in his chair, studying the ceiling fan for a second. "If it's any consolation, the Princess is a good guy. Weird, but good. He suggested I be less of an ass to you and bigger shortpants and he definitely doesn't like one of you at all."

sturmnbatarangs October 14 2010, 02:03:31 UTC

"Hm." It was the truth and he knew it- but no matter how much he hated to admit it, it was still hard to hear it like that. It didn't matter. It wasn't his name anymore anyway. "I love it when the terrorists give out good advice."

So he was harping. Jason had hit a sore spot. A sore spot that he'd thought he was over until it stared him in the face again so recently. One that he would be dealing with for a while, if he knew anything about certain people who couldn't wait for any information to use against him. And, after all, it was the truth; a nice quality or two didn't mean you could excuse the bad ones. Not when it put other people in danger.

"Lovely place, this restaurant."

undeadsidekick October 14 2010, 02:54:54 UTC

"Your jokes still suck, just so you know." His expression sobered up pretty quickly. Bruce cracking jokes usually wasn't a good sign, and while normally he might gloat over hitting one of the old man's nerves, he wasn't actively looking for a fight at the moment. Seemed a little counter productive.

A man at another table cat called to their waitress as she scurried back with the bottle and Bruce's ginger ale, illustrating his point. Okay, so Tata's was kind of a dive. No worse than the place they'd been to before, tits aside. "To be fair, he's no worse than us. Vigilantes throwing stones, etc."

Okay, so Zura wasn't any worse than Jay, that was for sure. Least the guy stuck to his principles and didn't deal drugs, or arms to fund his more noble activities. Bruce on the other hand, he'd probably disagree. But then the old man just liked to be contrary sometimes.

sturmnbatarangs October 14 2010, 19:32:31 UTC

At least Jason was getting the hint. And no matter what, he had to deal with Jason; he was just as much his responsibility in this universe as he no doubt was in the other one. It would be better if they didn't continually antagonize each other. Not easy, but they had to try.

"Hh. There's that." Because, really, the samurai did have some morals. He had a horrible way of dealing with those morals, but they were present and influential, at least. It was almost another conflict with the League again; just another stubborn member doing his job the wrong way. Even when he and Clark had first met-

Oh. That's right. "What does Lex Luthor look like?" As if it wasn't a completely new train of thought.

undeadsidekick October 20 2010, 23:40:18 UTC

Jay shrugged, doing little to hide his surprise at the question.

"Mid-forties, white, in decent shape for a businessman. Ugly, though... Bald." He rattled off adjectives as they came. Actually, the fact that bald was the last thing to hit him was probably more of a surprise than the question itself. Funny, the things he remembered. "Why?"

He fixed Bruce with a quizzical look. Couldn't hurt to try, but Jay kind of doubted he would clarify. Wasn't the old man's way. He shrugged again, sloppily pouring himself a helping of the sake. In the back of his head he could hear Katsura's voice, accent and all, chiding him and saying that it was rude to pour his own drink without regard for his drinking partner. Still, not like Bruce would care. He practically wrote the book on abrupt and subtly rude.

sturmnbatarangs October 21 2010, 00:48:53 UTC

Bruce ignored Jason's drinking etiquette, focusing instead on what this meant. Lex Luthor had always been bald, as far back as he could remember caring about what Luthor did. And he'd peg this Luthor as mid-forties, and even if he wasn't, he couldn't have lost all his hair in such a short period of time before Jason knew him....

Figuring Jason would have to hear about it eventually, he could at least give him a reason. "He's here. And he's not mine. He isn't yours, either."

It needed to be tested. Still, he was almost certain it was him. Physical differences aside, he moved similarly enough, had some of the same quirks. Some of them. Others were.... Well, there were countless universes out there. But he wasn't going to blindly hope that this one would be different.

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