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[not_his_son]

The Bar is always quiet at this time of night. Jason prefers it that way. He has a plate of fried, crispy, unhealthy, delicious things, and a beer, and a laptop computer which is currently showing a map of Gotham City. It's not hugely exciting but it seems to have all his attention.

For once he is not wearing a mask. (He's armed, though. Of

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[3nanashi]

Trowa isn't armed. (Nor wearing a mask. Nor any of the other accoutrements of his circus act, for that matter.)

He is probably giving a curious eye to the map displaying on Jason's laptop, although very few would be able to spot that fact. Trowa has a lot of experience at discreet observation. It comes of compulsively monitoring your surroundings.

He's also drinking coffee. (Decaf.)

[not_his_son]

After a moment or three - enough for Jason to realise he's being watched, think about it, and decide it annoys him enough to do something about it - he turns around slowly to stare at Trowa, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

[3nanashi]

Trowa's glancing elsewhere when Jason turns, but after a moment he returns the look.

Blandly Impassively.

[not_his_son]

Jason regards him. Suspiciously. And waits.