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[Open] Hygge Celebration on Floor Six

who: Everyone inclined to join
what: New arrival welcome party/Hygge dinner for the month
when: After the new arrivals show up
where: Communal Building - Floor Six
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Floor Six had managed, in a way, to become their own Found Family. Sure other residents came and went, and many they barely got to know at all, but the core of who was living there now all meant something to Ed. Which meant for this holiday - as cozy as the cabins were - he intended to do something at home as well. The lack of a fireplace might make the setting a bit less matching with the theme of the month, but there was no way the floor itself wasn't warm from all of the cooking. He'd spent the day preparing for this, intent on dragging everyone into it - in some cases, whether they liked it or not.

All residents of Floor Six would have been left an invite with details about the event.

While the food is cooking Ed has set out the usual array of snacks. There wasn't much to this "party" outside of the food, if people wanted to hang out and watch TV or play games everything was available but he hadn't bothered to set it all up like what had been done for Al's birthday. This was more about mingling and socialization than games, getting to know others, celebrating the holiday and welcoming the newcomers to the floor - although should anyone look, they were still present to be used.

The table was set for everyone to eat, the counters littered with whatever food wouldn't fit on the table around the place settings. The usual staples were naturally present, chips, dips, pretzels, popcorn and other bowls of snacks. Mostly, there was food though, substantial food. This wasn't an intel meeting, this was actually meant to be a get together, a celebration of sorts. Anyone is welcome to help themselves to the pots of stew available - not knowing what everyone liked meant he had made smaller portions of a few recipes instead of one large helping, so a variety of options (meats and a strictly vegetable version) are laid out. As are a few other meals - roasts and various meats, salad, and other side dishes, appropriate for this time of year. (Basically feel free to imagine a variety of options to be enjoyed.) Buckets filled with ice housed drinks of all flavors on either end of the kitchen island, although nothing alcoholic was offered should someone provide their own that was entirely up to them.

Warm beverages, hot cocoa, tea, coffee were also available and once everyone's eaten there would be desserts laid out as well. Ice cream, cookies, a small cake thanks to a certain conversation Ed had with another resident in the previous month, and a small collection of pies matching the season.

When Ed sent out the invitations he invited them to bring their own favorite dish if they'd like - assuring that there was no obligation as plenty of food would already be provided for everyone. Of course, the invitation is always extended to bring along friends, the reason this was happening in the communal building was to provide the space for any number of people to show up, while also including the residents of Floor Six that they may not actually know as well.

Board games, video games, playing cards, etc. are all available in the communal entertainment area for others to do while not eating!

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"Believe it or not, I actually like to separate my business life from my personal life. The hood is one thing, but attacking you in my civvies is stupid on all accounts." so yeah, he was trying to keep his life separated. He saw no point in it, he was still kind of cranky from coming back from the flu, and the limp he's dealing with from the way the grapple had yanked him and hanging so long.

"First off, bite me. I'm not that bad, you don't even know me, kid. So stop acting like you do. Second, no, I wasn't drunk. I made the choice myself and I did it." Okay, he might have been tipsy but like hell he was admitting how often he drives drunk around the city. He pushed himself up forcing himself not to react to the pain that shot through his leg.

"Come here." He muttered in response to the question, moving towards the kitchen. It took all of his will not to react to the pain. Forcing himself to walk normal. He hated when pains like this got to him, he could walk off a bullet but not a sprained ankle as easily, what was his life? In the kitchen the counters were covered with dishes as he moved to one section and motioned forward, a tiny place card before it. Everything on that counter was vegetarian. He'd never admit he made a chunk of it. Last thing he wanted was for Damian to know he could and liked to cook. He knew the kid would never let him live it down.

"You're pretending here too." Damian murmurs, half listening to the rest. Jon said something similar to about hiding who he was even though no one was out to kill aliens here. Why was the Hood here at all? Were secret identities really needed here? Not that Damian had his Robin uniform with him. Just his utility belt filled with whatever he had on him when he was brought here.

He looked over when Todd started to move and he might've missed it at first but the stiffness in the man's movements and the limp were now apparent. While there was a mild satisfaction in knowing that this was likely his doing, there might’ve been a hint of regret because... that wasn't his intention. He wanted to surprise Todd and prove he could still surprise him even with such little resources at his disposal, but not to injure him.

“Nice new walk, Todd.” Damian pointed out rudely and gestured to Todd’s leg as he passed. Fear not, Todd, even if he can't give you shit for the food, he'll always find other things. Still, the large selection Todd presented was surprising. He hadn’t seen anything like it since back at the manor with Pennyworth. Infact... “Is that Pennyworth's green bean casserole?”

"Yeah, it's called having a social life. Some shit I didn't get to have back home. Grayson's just the same so you want to judge you judge him first." Hell, his first talk with Dick properly had been in masks. He was worried he'd drive him off, which now he felt stupid for since he was actively avoiding Dick after upsetting him more than one. It showed in the fact he was calling him Grayson instead of Dick without the sarcastic tone. He was pushing him away in his own way. The same way he did anyone that he felt broke through his walls. He had his gear though, he had arrived as Red Hood.

He thought he had moved well enough until Damian's comment. Giving him an even stare, yet again, he lifted the same finger again. "Bite me, demon-brat." But no real malice in his tone as he leaned on the fridge which was mostly to alive as a way to take the weight off his leg but also look like he wasnt. It was just his way. He wasn't actually mad at Damian for the injury, he was the one that wiggled as much as he did. He figured it was his own doing.

"...uhh, I don't know. Kinda looks like it." He didn't want to admit anything but, yeah, that was definitely Alfred's casserole. "I just made mention that we might have a vegetarian coming. And it was handled."

Heh, while your defensive responses to his every word are quite amusing. "Wasn't judging." At least not this time, but the confusion is understandable. Damian could be quick to judge, but them continuing their masked lives was the least surprising thing he could've heard about them. Really, even when he arrived here and the registration asked for a name? He almost said, "I'm Robin" and had he been in uniform at the time, he likely would be Robin right now, because being Damian Wayne the civilian teenager? That was a harder role to play. He'd never had to sustain it for longer than a Wayne gala or a quick undercover mission. "When are patrols?" Because he wanted in.

His eyes never leave that casserole. No, he knew Pennyworth's cooking when he saw it. This, his garlic mash and sweet potato pancakes? They were all things the butler made often around the Holidays since Damian made the switch to vegetarianism. He took some and put it on a plate to taste it. "...This--It tastes like Pennyworth's recipe..." He murmured and his gaze moved up, landing square on Todd. Stop trying to fool a family of detectives.

Edited 2017-12-21 13:37 (UTC)

"Bullshit. You judge me non-stop." He grumbled but without any real bite. Shifting off the fridge he pulled it open and pulled out two drinks. One of course, was a beer. He had no shame, the other was a sports drink left over, which he handed Damian's way. He had bought them for while he was getting over being sick... and often for after nights of drinking. Jason should have admitted that most of the people who even know who Red Hood was, knew Jason Todd was under the helmet thanks to the version of him who came before. "I'm not part of that. I hang around the slums after midnight but that's pretty much it. With all the overpowered Meta's here, there's no need." there's a touch a disappointment in his tone. He was never as good at the rest at hiding his feelings.

Cracking the beer open he took a drink, leveling that unamused look at Damian again. Oh he knew he had been found out but he just watched him a second. A minor swelling of pride hearing it tasted like Alfred's cooking. God he missed the old man. "Consider it an apology for threatening you cow." That said, feeling he admitted nothing even if he did, he sifted off the fridge again and started to walk back to his book. Why was family so hard?

Damian frowned up at Todd around the fork in his mouth, then took it out to before pointing it at the man. "Since when has an abundance of metas ever stopped us?" He looked at the sports drink, that was normally only something Pennyworth gave them after a workout. Not really a dinner drink, but he'll take it.

Watching Todd slink away, he has to admit, it was never really about the cow. Damian was taken around a time he felt ...lost. Feelings of loneliness, displacement, and anger returning. Father was barely around, Batman and Lark were becoming more prominent, he was having a falling out with his Titans over firing West, Drake's... passing, and now a surprise proposal to the Kyle woman, doubled with a secret meeting with his mother. 'Father, why?' He wanted answers, he wanted to understand, he wanted control over the situation.

So, yes, he had acted out and taken it out on the Hood. Not that Todd didn't goad him, but, maybe this was one of those instances where he took things too far. He shifted, holding another fork full in his mouth, before following Todd's trail.

"What else can you make?" He might need you as a private chief now, Todd.

Jason didn't respond at first, he just returned to his chair and lifted the book again, thumbing pages quietly as he let Damian's words rattle around a moment. When had it ever stopped them? They did what they needed back home, Gotham was their city, and Red Hood was always ready to take out the trash anywhere in the world. The metas never stopped him back home.

Jason had come in just before he was deemed a criminal of war thanks to setting Qurac free of rogue amazons with Artemis with Bizarro. When he had been trapped in his own head before finding out they were tricked. He luckily had little idea what was happening with the family short of Tim being dead... and he wasn't at the funeral. He was already undercover with Black Mask when it happened.

He wasn't phased by Damian's antics, he knew the kid well enough by now. Even if he did keep thinking about that day at Batburger a lot these days. He shifted his eyes up from the book when Damian followed over to where he was. There was a chair next to him Damian could take. The beer was balanced on the arm of the chair as he turned a page looking for his spot.

"It only stops me because its to damn peaceful here. Anything I find to do, the guard handles or the metas before I can." He grumbled a bit. Then he shrugged some, closing the book again. "I can cook anything I set my mind to, Damian. I always could. Alfred helped me refine it but, shit when I was a kid I had to or we would have starved."

Damian doesn't sit at first, instead choosing to listen to Todd grumble about the metas. They were just as much of a nuisance here as they were back home it seemed.

He did notice Todd, not at Drake's funeral, but honestly hadn't thought much of it at the time. He'd heard Todd only went to Grayson's funeral and that didn't turn out too well for him. Less so for either of them when it turned out Grayson wasn't really dead, but that was just another one of many problems to add to this family's list.

Todd, could cook? That actually was surprising. Damian would have to add that to the individual profiles he made for Todd, along with the rest of the bat clan members. “Anything you say? Even Pennyworth’s pumpkin and pecan pie?” Because if not, than you are useless to him again, Todd. It was two pies in one and even Damian who wasn’t the biggest fan of sweets couldn’t say 'no' to it.

At least back home Bruce tended to keep the meta heroes out of Gotham. There was no doing that here. This wasn't their home. They had no real say... plus the metas were cool.

Knowing Bruce he didn't bother telling any of the boys that Jason was deep undercover in Black Mask's ranks... though in truth after missing Damian's funeral and then going to Grayson's only to find out later that Grayson's name actually was fitting because the dick wasn't dead. Well, Jason was more than done with burying his brothers. He prayed no one else died, god knows Alfred didn't need that pain.

"To easy. Yes, that's one of the first things he taught me was pies. He said it would teach me to learn to be patient." It wasn't exactly wrong either. He closed the book again looking to Damian a long moment. "You do realize there's a reason I'm not banned from the kitchen of the manner unlike Timbers and Dick." He didn't know if Damian was banned but he's heard stories from Alfred about Tim and Dick.

Damian never really attempted cooking by himself. Why would he? He always had zealots around for that and servants. The only time he cooked was when he was tested on survival out in rough terrain and impossible temperatures. Those times had always been over an open flame he had hand built.

Course this was back when he ate meat, hunted animals and fished with his bare hands. Vegetarian dishes were a bit harder to pull off over a campfire. Though he was pleased to hear stupid Drake got a ban. ’Yes, in your face, Drak--.’ The thought makes him pause though when he rememberd that Drake was...

He looked down a moment, a guilty look may have crossed his features, but its brief. The teen shook his head to chase whatever he'd been thinking. “I don’t believe you. You will show me you can make a pie that is Pennyworth quality.” He said, sternly, sealing his word with a nod. “This will be your true penance for threatening the life of the family cow and for just plain getting on my nerves.” Then maybe he will take notes. Cooking on a stove and in an oven can't be too different from over a flame, right?

Edited 2017-12-22 20:27 (UTC)

With Catherine checked out as often as she was Jason had to learn to cook young to try and keep her alive. He did the best he could, but that was only so much, but it had been a good way for Alfred to bond with a troubled boy. And now it was looking like the same possibility was popping up in Jason's mind. Maybe the car had been the wrong way...

Jason sees that guilty look, but says nothing and doesn't reach out for the kid. He knew better and they all had their weights to carry. "You realize that means a trip to the store. I just don't keep pie stuff around on hand." he spoke in a grumble but mostly to not sound willing. He gives Damian a flat look when he says 'family cow' a voice in his mind whispering that Cow was more welcome than he was in Bruce's home...

"Fuck it, you wanna do this now, Demon brat or later?"

Damian, actually never been food shopping. Pennyworth always took care of that and stocking the Tower with food for the Titans was actually taken care of through online orders and Starfire's organic gardening.

Perhaps an organic garden was something he should look into for the Kent house. Grayson could barely cook, Jon was useless as ever, but he did grow up on a farm. Maybe he can find a use for the defective hybrid after all.

"That's fine. You can show me where the store is." He shrugged and finished his dish before pointing at the door. "Get moving."

Edited 2017-12-23 17:17 (UTC)

Damian had grown up very different from Jason, and being the son who hung around Alfred more than Bruce sometimes Jason even got to go to the store with Alfred to help the old man out, despite the protests that the butler needed no help.

He shifted his eyes to Damian before sighing like he had just signed his soul over as he pushed himself up. "Fine, come on then." He grumbled, looking over to Ed to nod, and mouth 'be back soon' before moving towards the door, grabbing up his jacket along the way, and of course still trying to hide the limp. "You have a jacket?" He asked looking to the younger. "Because I haven't fixed the heat yet." He hadn't showed Damian the car yet, but now seemed like the time.

"I left some clothes behind apparently when I was here last." Guess he really was planning to come back at some point. He picks up his coat that he hung next to Jon's on the coat rack. "Fixed the heat?" He asked with suspicion ever present in his tone as he zipped up his coat.

"The heat in your car broke?" Figures. It was probably a broken down junk heap. ...Kind of an allegory for Todd's life really. Damian just barely manages to keep that comment to himself, because of course, he doesn't want to snark his way out of a free Pennyworth quality pie after all.

Edited 2017-12-26 15:36 (UTC)

"I wouldn't know, I never went back over there after you left." He spoke, making his way out not bothering to hold the door for Damian, the kid was more than capable. Plus he hated thinking about the idea of how Jon and Dick had to of taken that.

"Its on the list, but not that high. And bite me, I know what your thinking, and it's more than worth it. You don't find a classic like I did for the price I did without problems." He spoke waiting for the lift to come up.

He wouldn't hold such comments truely against Damian, after all, it was true.

There was a lot happening back home in just the last few months. He wonders which one made him decide to go back. He shoves the door aside as he followed Todd out to the garage.

"A classic..." So old and rusty but called classic so Todd doesn't feel ripped off. He just keeps looking straight ahead everytime he feels the man shoot him a scathing look. He wants his pie, Todd. He will happily rip into you though once the baking is done.

"Show me this cheaply priced classic of yours." Okay, he has to let a bit of snark sneak out here and there.

Yep, this was Bruce's DNA. Talia at least humored him more when he wanted to do stupid things. Granted, Damian never got the chance to really be a kid so he has to cut him some slack. Its the only thing he truly holds against Talia. How could she treat her son like this?

The Elevator takes them down as Jason gives him a questioning look. "How much do you know about Mustangs?" He asked as the door opened again and Jason started out. His parking spot showed just how much he liked to break the rules. His Motorcycle from home was parked flush against the red rusted 66 Mustang. He only had one space, and he made it work whenever he had to bring the car home.

"Come on." He spoke as he pulled his keys out.

Edited 2017-12-26 16:11 (UTC)

"Mustangs." Now, of course, Damian knew Todd meant the brand of car. He had to memorize different car makes and models for when there was ever a car chase over the police scanners or when looking for a missing person's vehicle... but...

"A fine breed of horse but not the best for desert travel." He said in his usual dead serious tone. He steps out of the lift and followed to the car that... honestly looked in desperate need of a paint job. He couldn't help the nose scrunch that happens when he looks at.

Wait, he... wants them to drive around in that? "...WAIT!" Damian suddenly shouts from behind the man when he opens the door. "Do not put the key in the ignition, this car might kill us all." He said sternly before moving to open the front hood. He, of course, needs to give it a once-over before he let EITHER of them sit in the possible time bomb on wheels.

Edited 2017-12-26 16:52 (UTC)

Jason couldn't help but sigh at that answer. Bruce and Clark both needed slapped upside the head. It was truly a sad day when Willis Todd seemed like a better father... Jason only opened the driver side door, he'd have to back out before Damian could get in anyway with his bike so close to the passenger side door. Unless Damian climbed over the backseat which he doubted would happen.

He leaned in and popped the hood, so Damian could lift the hood. Unlike the rest of the car the engine was shiny and clearly well loved. Jason had already been working on her and that was where he started, that and the tires were pretty and looked more expensive than the car... they may be stolen.

"I've been driving it for months now, Little D. It's not been kind enough to kill me yet." He spoke as if he was serious, but it was his usual death humor. "She's a 1966 289 V8, so don't get scared if she's a little loud, she's made that way." Yes, he was referring to the car as a woman.

"Stop calling me that, Big Jackass." Could've said 'Big J' but you deserved your full title, Todd. Damian grumbles but leans in and actually is pleased with the engine. Not that it shows with the impassive look he is giving the engine.

He shoots Todd a look over his shoulder for the death humor but doesn't comment. He wasn't as humorous about his death. Shrugging it off was just a bit harder for him since he considered loosing to his clone one of his greatest failures. For both him and his clone brother. Not to mention having his mother orchestrate the entire thing was...

"The noise level can be fixed if it's truly an issue, but loud motor vehicles don't bother me." He reaches up to slam the hood closed. "Let's go."

"Never, Little Demon." A grin reappearing on his face. Damian made him proud with that. A nickname from Damian that wasn't just idiot? Or Dead Hoodie, come on, it was a win. He couldn't help but feel a bit of pride well. Waiting until Damian closed the hood.

"It's supposed to be that loud. That's how a classic mustang sounds. Think of it like a rattle snakes warning." He replied playfully. "Now wait a second." He spoke as he slipped back in the driver side and turned her over, to shift to Neutral and let it roll back from the parking spot before leaning over to open the door for Damian which gave a loud pop. "Lets rock and roll." He spoke once the door was open.

Hey, 'Dead Hood' was a good one, okay? It's a process for him, truly. He of course still won't call Grayson anything other than 'Richard' or ‘Grayson’ when it came to names and he didn't really have an insulting nickname for him, because, well, he liked the guy. He was one of the few in the family Damian could stand being around for extended periods of time.

Honestly, he isn’t sure how he’s lasted this long with Todd without at least a punch being thrown. As for the death humor... well, one thing he could say about Todd's death. It was one of the few times Damian could say something crass and not get scathing looks for it.

"If you say so." He wasn't sure how loud noises made something more classic, but eh, to each his own. "We'll get some bandages for your ankle. You're limping around is only going to slow down your cooking." And we can’t have that.

Dead Hood was great, Jason loved it, along with Red Hoodie. Both were great. Signs of hope for the young Al Ghul yet. He wanted to see the boy loosen up before he came out worse than Talia or Bruce. He wasn't Tim or Grayson, but he knows he needed someone at that age and had no one but Alfred, so in a world with little choice he refuses to let Damian deal with the same.

It was nothing short of a miracle that no ones thrown a punch yet.

"I do." He spoke as his phone connected with the bluetooth he had wired in through the cigarette lighter, and music started playing, Jason only turned it down some. "It's fine, I don't need a leg to make a pie." Boy he doesn't know what the future has in store for him. "Now, buckle up it's snowy out." He grumbled before he started to back up without waiting. The store at least was a short drive, but the nice stolen tires would do fine on the snow as would the old metal body.

"No, but having two of them helps." Damian makes a face at the music but doesn't comment since Todd turns it down."We are not raising hell, we are baking a pie... which is hellishly pedestrian now that I think about it." He frowns and is quiet for some of the drives until he finally asks: "What's the last thing you remember about home?" He was still getting used to this time displacement thing.

Having a Jon that came barely fly as opposed to the Jon he knows back home that can fly just fine was disorienting sometimes, but it was nice to pick of his poor flying again.

"It does help, and I plan to keep both. Maybe you have a point." He muttered and shrugged. A grin crossed his face when Damian made his comment about not raising hell, arching a brow, because Damian's an Al Ghul, he'll always raise some hell. "Maybe a little, Shit, why does it matter?" He asked before he looked forward and drove a moment in silence before he decided it was best to just give an answer. He would want to know in anyone elses shoes.

"I was in Qurac, looking for the Bow of Ra with the Outlaws." Just before he was listed as a criminal of war.

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