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Ninth Flight - Clark Kent - Video

Nov 05, 2011 15:01

[ Clark gets straight down to business when the video feed starts up. ]

This is going to sound like a really odd request no matter how I put it, and the explanation is almost as weird as the rest of it, but here goes nothing anyway. I need clothes--small people's clothes. Like...kid's clothes, for someone about three foot tall, say.

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text; encrypted under_thehood November 5 2011, 16:09:02 UTC

I'll see what I can steal find. [Being subtle because he's pretty sure Bruce will be hacking this.]

text; encrypted isitablurred November 5 2011, 17:14:46 UTC

I've got something for you, too. Come by some time before lunch.

Re: text; encrypted under_thehood November 5 2011, 17:31:50 UTC

If it's the kid, the answer's no.

Re: text; encrypted isitablurred November 5 2011, 17:35:10 UTC

Nothing like that. Something else.

Re: text; encrypted --> action under_thehood November 5 2011, 17:48:46 UTC

Fine.

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[And he's over there in no time flat, considering he's not got much else to do after he wakes up. He knocks at the older man's door, a bag in his arms that he's just spent some of his vigilante money on. It's got a pair of sneakers, jeans, sweatshirts, clothes for Clark's new kid.]

action isitablurred November 5 2011, 18:19:55 UTC

[ And Clark swings the door open for him. ]

Hey. [ And knowing Jason is curious-- ] He's in the other room. Sit down, I'll go get it.

Re: action under_thehood November 5 2011, 18:34:22 UTC

[Jason just gives a stiff nod at the mention of the kid and indeed moves in to sit down at the table. He sets the bag on the chair next to him and shoves his hands into his pockets, despite the fact that for once he feels like a semi-responsible adult. And it's weird. He's not just galavanting all over Port doing whatever the fuck he wants, he's listening, he's being cooperative. ]

Re: action isitablurred November 5 2011, 18:39:53 UTC

[ Clark heads into his room for a moment, and he comes out with a big laminated bag, setting it down on the table in front of Jason. ]

This is for you, if you think you need a change of wardrobe. It's no use to me any more, and clinging to it is clinging to my past, rather than embracing my future. I want you to find a use for it--not necessarily the whole thing - sell the T-shirts as memorabilia if you like - but at least keep the coat.

[ And indeed, inside the bag is Clark's old outfit. The last three unruined T-shirts with the silver shield on them, and the black leather duster he had been wearing as the Blur. ]

Re: action under_thehood November 5 2011, 18:46:57 UTC

I don't need someone else's identity.

[Jason's voice is quiet and sharp. The gift does indeed mean a great deal to him, but he's not about to say that. He'll make it about something else, about being seen as second-best, never good enough. He was second to Dick's Robin, he was second to the Joker's Red Hood, and now he was supposed to be the second to Clark's Blur? Bruce would probably assume he'd stolen it from the older man.

He hates the world so much right now.]

action isitablurred November 5 2011, 18:54:33 UTC

I'm not giving you the identity, Jason. In fact you'd make a pretty rubbish Blur. I'm giving you a coat.

[ Frankly, and a little tiredly. ] It's symbolic.

[ And then sitting opposite him. ]

We all change, and we all move on--we have to, even when it's hard. I have to give that up, and you have to move on. The identity you choose doesn't define who you are--you define it, and when you outgrow it, one way or another - such as with maturity - you have to step up.

Re: action under_thehood November 5 2011, 19:02:59 UTC

[As well as feeling older, Jason feels tired too, emotionally exhausted by this whole ordeal. He straightens a little in his chair at the mini-lecture. When did he start caring again? This whole past month or so had beaten him down in ways he thought he was truly immune to and he knew how it would end. He knows he'll be giving up the Red Hood identity entirely, not for Bruce, not for Clark, but for the kid sitting in the other room and the many more who could be just like him, without parents because of Jason.

He's never felt this guilt before; he's been so solidly convinced that his way is right, that the sudden, obvious proof otherwise is unsettling. How many other Jasons has he made in the past year or so since regaining his cognizance?

Regardless, the teenager just stands up and gestures to the paper bag sitting on the table.] Those are for him.

Re: action isitablurred November 5 2011, 19:15:59 UTC

[ Clark knows this game, knows that Jason is standing up to leave because he's curling ever inward. ]

I'm saying that I'm proud of your choices; that I'm proud of you.

[ And now he stands up, moving around the table. ]

You should give them to him yourself, make sure he knows that they're a gift, and not charity.

[ Subtle double-meaning. Jason would never accept charity either. Or gifts for that matter. ]

Go on.

Re: action under_thehood November 5 2011, 19:32:44 UTC

[Jason clenches his jaw at Clark's command, his heart speeding up as his gaze becomes something more of a glare. He glances over at the paper bag before flicking his gaze back to Clark. His knee-jerk reaction says no. No, he's not doing this, Clark can't make him do this. It takes a moment or two to not just storm out. He takes a deep, steadying breath, the glare not dampening one bit as he picks up the paper bag.]

If you smile, you're getting punched in the face.

[And makes sure to keep the grumpy expression on his face as he moves reluctantly toward the kid's room, knocking to announce his presence.]

Hey, man.

Re: action isitablurred November 5 2011, 19:48:35 UTC

[ So Clark carefully doesn't smile, just raises both eyebrows, and lets Jason walk away. While he goes in to see the kid - who peels the door open to let Jason in - Clark heads over to the kitchenette to dig sandwich making things out of the cupboard, setting about making a bit pile that really doesn't take long considering the blue Kryptonite that Jason carries around with him is temporarily out of range.

The plate goes on the table, the bag with the Blur things in it sits by the door, half blocking it in such a way that unless Jason jumps out the window in his street clothes, he has to acknowledge it as he leaves, the he sits down to eat one quietly, scrolling through the newfeed.

It's troubling what he sees there, and he flips the NV over as Jason reappears.

Jokes. False teeth. Rubber chicken. One. Two. Three. ]

How's he doing? Hungry yet?

Re: action under_thehood November 5 2011, 20:00:21 UTC

[Jason gives half a smile to the kid as he moves into the room. The two sit down in the middle of the floor as the older sets the bag between them.]

Thought you'd need some threads that didn't belong to big, tall, and snooping. [The kid smiles back at Jason, some of the dark circles lifting from his countenance. He pulls out the green sweatshirt and grins even wider.] Green's pretty cool.

[Jason nods, not allowing the guilt in the gut to melt away at this. This was his fault.] Green's my favorite color and I thought you were probably as cool as me.

I'm way cooler than you.

Maybe one day, kid.

[Jason rolls his eyes in faux offense as he climbs back to his feet. Hey, he gave the kid the bag of clothes after all. He's heading back toward the door to the apartment, hoping he could possibly get out before Clark saw him. Welp. That's not gonna work.] Listen to his stomach.

Re: action isitablurred November 5 2011, 20:45:30 UTC

So 'no.' But I did hear yours.

[ Not looking over and not judgemental, taking a bite out of his sandwich. ]

You haven't eaten since at least yesterday morning, right?

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