LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL

[sturmnbatarangs]

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

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[undeadsidekick]

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]

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]

"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]

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."