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]

Much like Waynes, Jason already saw a lot of his adopted father in Vincent's son... which was half of Jason's concern for the boys well being. Bruce wasn't exactly a fine example of mental health. But, philanthropy was certainly a good sign in the wealthy and a good way to get on Jason's good side.

Making his way into the office, only after he had been pointed in. He spared a small knock against the frame as he made his way inside. Well, the son certainly took after the father, in looks anyway. Hair color aside.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting so long." He apologized once more before making his way on into the office, towards the desk. "I hope this isn't a bad time?"

[earlofphantoms]

Vincent would disagree and say "Ciel" took after Rachel, but that might be his bias talking. If he looked for himself in his sons, people might think him terribly vain. Because he was.

"Nonsense!" he glanced at a clock and shrugged, "I was able to do work while I waited."

That wasn't how you made someone feel better, Vincent.

"Why should it be a bad time? I am feeling rather bored with all this paperwork and you are unknown to me. That makes you interesting."

[hititwithacrowbar]

Aren't all father's vain about their sons looking like them? No one could truly fault him. Granted, Jason had no idea what Rachel looked like, he didn't even know either parents name before Vincent arrived.

One of his dark brows lofted, that was usually what Bruce said when he was trying to hide his iritation when Jason got in trouble in his youth, but this wasn't Bruce, and much like with Ciel, the Gothamite couldn't help grinning. How did he get to met real honest to god Victorians?

"I suppose that's good, but all the same, I aim to be punctual so, my apology still stands." he spoke with a shrug, trying to add back his cool air to push the fanboy in him down. "Honestly, Im just trying to be polite, its not like I would know if its a bad time or not. So, I asked." He shrugged some, before leaning over just a bit to offer his hand over, of course his hands were callosed from years of gun use, but he had a firm shake. "It's nice to finally meet you in person, Lord Phantomhive. My name's Jason Todd, which you already know."