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

[hititwithacrowbar]

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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[hititwithacrowbar]

Yeah, why not?

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[ Huh. ]

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

[hititwithacrowbar]

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.

[hititwithacrowbar]

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. ]

[hititwithacrowbar]

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?

[hititwithacrowbar]

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. ]

[hititwithacrowbar]

...[ 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.

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ 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. ]

[hititwithacrowbar]

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?

[hititwithacrowbar]

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?