Log: You and me... we're in this together now.

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who: Jason Todd
what: TD prompt and settling into his new life.
when: Early February
where: The Kent House
warnings: The nightmare thread has illusions of drowning, verbal abuse, victim blaming and claustrophobia...and being buried alive, kind of. More will come clearly.

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Pasta!

Or pizza. I'm not picky.

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Damian's out being Damian, so how about we order pizza with lots of meat?

[ He asked grinning a little more.]

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Perfect.

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[ He leaned back texting in an order, god he loved technology.]

So, I'm going to be off work next week end, besides something I have to do real late on Saturday. So, anywhere you'd like to go?

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[ Jon blinks. ]

Like a family outing?

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Yeah, why not?

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[ Huh. ]

Sure. I dunno where to go, though. Maybe a picnic or something?

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That would be fine, I guess, not something I've done in a long while. Saturday, sound good?

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Saturday sounds great.

[ A pause. ]

Are you . . . sure about this? I know you guys are a little different when it comes to family stuff. You don't have to change it up for me.

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Yeah, I'll admit it's not our kind of scene, but I'm not to old to learn new things. And What else do I have to do? Sleep and play video games?

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Not on school nights.

[ Jon follows the rules. . . . Mostly. ]

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First rule change, you can play video games for an hour before bed, if you finish your homework.

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[ His eyes light up. ]

Really?

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Yeah, sounds like good motivation to me. Alfred used to let me sneak in snacks if I got my homework done. So, same idea. Also, I'll be double checking your work to.

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Do you know what to check?

[ Homework is rough, buddy. ]

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...[ He gives Jon a flat look.] I was top of my class, I have you know. Yes I can check homework.

[ A few months before you died doesn't count, but he counts it.]

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[ Just saying. Even his parents struggle at times. ]

Sure, okay. I mean, I seem to be doing okay anyway. I'm not bad at my studies.

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[ He would struggle, he would lose his temper to. Damian was better suited for modern math. ]

I didn't think you were, I just figured I'd offer.

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Thanks. It's nice of you.

[ Seriously, who wants to deal with homework. ]

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Don't mention it.

[ No one sane.]

I guess I should start dinner.

[ He spoke pushing himself up and dropping the mail back on the table to move to unload the bags he carried in before he sat down with Jon.]

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Do you need help?

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Not really, but you can if you want. I don't need the help, but I don't mind it either.

[ He explained, but leaving it open the way Alfred would with him when he was younger and angrier.]

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[ Jon tries to parse that. ]

Is . . . that a yes?