Log: Change in the house of flies

Sending an address to Cassandra, it was mid afternoon when Jason made his way to Lola's new place. He had been meaning to drop by anyway. And a chance to catch up with Cass to see how she was settling in seemed like the best thing to do. He was dressed in black leather pants and a black t-shirt with his brown leather jacket over it. A pair of sunglasses pushed up in his hair as he looked over the menu waiting for both Cass and a chance to see Lola.

You would think, owning her own place she wouldn't be bringing food out like any other waitress. But you'd be wrong, Lola's kinda hands on. She's giving a couple their meals before she turns and spots Jason. She's dressed in the standard work uniform here, dark pink shirt with black pants.

"Social call or are you actually just here for the food," Jason's habit of showing up to talk to her when she's working is not one that's gone unnoticed. She's smiling so she's mostly just being playful.

Jason offered that devil may care grin he so often sported in his better moods and shrugged.

"Bit of both, meeting up with my kind of sister. She'll be here soon. Nice place though. I like it better than the last."

"I'm sure this has nothing to do with how obviously this place was made to be specifically mine or anything," Flattery was nice, but Lola knew between the portrait of her, the colors, and the overall aesthetic of the Cantina it was obviously a reflection on her. "But the plus side is my boss is way more forgiving than my last boss."

"Well, what do you expect, I had to follow you to where you went to. The other waitresses at the old place don't put up with my pickiness like you do." Jason wasn't actually picky at all, often just telling Lola to order whatever for him. "I would hope so, so, are you your own boss, Lo?" He asked amused as he kept shifting his eyes towards the door now and then watching for Cass while talking to Lola.

"You could just say you'd miss my cute smile and really spiffy bike." Still, she was smiling her cute smile, so she wasn't super mad at his game of excuses. "Oh! Sorta, I had to hire someone to help me learn how to keep books? Like, it's the one part of the Cantina I never got to do at home. But other than when he tells me no to something, I'm pretty much the boss."

Which surprisingly didn't bother her staff so much, but the city was full of all manner of nonsense children.

Cass noticed Jason and Lola pretty much as soon as she came through the door. She hadn't expected this to be the place, really; she recognized Lola at once from the festival picnic, and waved a little to them both.

She was wearing a black leather jacket, a yellow shirt and black jeans tucked into her boots. Easy, simple look. She pulled off her sunglasses and tucked them into her jacket pocket as she walked over to Jason's table.

"Hi."

Jason looked up with a light grin. He didn't look as tired as he did before. Lifting a hand to offer a slight wave.

"Hey Cass, how are you doing?" He asked, it was still a little strange but Cass was always cool in his book. Even if like Tim she didn't know him from back home. The multiversal shenanigans of it all at least amused him. "Lola, this is my adopted sister Cassandra, Cass, this is my friend Lola." He spoke as he motioned between each as he introduced not realizing they knew each other from anywhere.

"We've met, how are you doing today Cassandra," Lola's not sure if Cass is a Jason thing or an anyone can do it thing, and Lola usually defaults to what she's introduced with. She considers the new information, and suddenly has a thought. Turning her attention to Jason again.

"Is she more like you, your nerdy brother, or..." Lola makes a face like she just bit something super bitter, decides not to say anything about Damian at all, and move on without a word on that. She's trying to piece together exactly what family is for Jason, other than just really weird and violent, "How many siblings do you have anyway?"

Cass waves to Jason then nods to Lola, before answering them both. "Um, Cass is fine too. And... better than I was. Steph's here, so..." She nods, and she can't suppress the smile at the simple fact Steph was here and alive. It's nice. Easy. Cassandra laughs when Lola asks that, but rolls with it.

"I'm more like... our dad. Or our older brother," she begins, though she's noticed Damian seems to have a hell of a lot in common with her in terms of background and goals. "And, um, five of us. Right? Me, you, Dick, Tim, Damian..." There's a glance to Jason, on the off-chance his Bruce has even more adopted kids. She doesn't know Damian back home, but she knows they do have a Damian. Eventually. Thanks Tim.

"Good to know." He replied with a nod "Well on that note, it looks like, Me, Blondie and Lil D need to start a club." He teased playfully, enjoying the sight of her smiling. She needed more moments like those.

"Nah, Cass. Your better than B or Dick." There was a silent curse there but he didn't say it. He still had his issues. "Lo, Cass is her own thing, but she is by far the coolest of us all, well next to me of course." He played up the ego a bit. Looking back to Cass he adds. "Yeah us basic five, Damian's the blood child, the rest of us are adopted, with about three others or more hanging around at any given point. "

"That's a lot of family," The concept of having that many siblings makes Lola a bit jealous. The same jealousy that Lola always feels when she's alone and everyone else isn't. Some perpetual cosmic joke at her expense. But then she realizes that includes Damian and he's awful. So maybe alone is better. "Adopted or not."

"I'm guessing the costumes, and the fighting, all things you all do," She did lower her voice a bit bringing this up. But she had to ask, trying to wrap her head around all that she's gotten. She'd never properly asked, but with how Damian acted, and how Jason acted, it seemed like a family business. Super weird, but... not awful. Except the bits of that 'Robin' costume she had from that one memory, that was kinda terrible.

Cass rolls her eyes at Jason, jabbing his side lightly with her elbow. "I don't count?" She's not used to joking about her past deaths, but if anybody would understand, it's Jason. Either way, she'll spare Lola context for what she's talking about. She nods in response to the first part of Lola's statement, not really sure what to say there. "Not... really adopted. Back home. But he's, um. Still my father." Better than her biodad, at least.

A nod again. "I was Batgirl. Second one. Jason," she starts, voice low, bumping his shoulder for emphasis. "Tim, Steph, Damian--all Robins. Were, are, or... will be." Cassandra starts, lowering her voice. "I'm... supposed to be the oldest. Out of, um, the ones here. Jason's older, in... his world. Don't know why." Then again, she's gotten the impression that universe differences aside, she's relatively behind, as far as their timelines go.

"It's taken me a long time to come to grips with it, but I didn't come back right. Mostly everyone was a happy little family unit before I dug myself up." That bitterness shows as he lifts his coffee and takes a drink before shrugging. "But, were bound by something more than blood." He says. "Dick wasn't addopted offically either, but you and him are more B's kids than I ever will be." He added with another shrug.

"Maybe I don't like to think of the coolest of us also being part of the club." He added, before a almost sad look crossed his face at the mention of second Batgirl. He still had a lot of feelings about that to. After all, Babs was crippled months before his death. And yet the clown still lives. "It's been years for me. That's why. I'm from your future if even the same world. And yeah, Lo. thats the family business."

"Complicated history and a lot of violence?" Lola offered, maybe not helpfully, but she's got a little bit of leeway teasing Jason. Lola's hair fades a little, not quite as shiny as it was a few moments ago, "You take whatever family you have."

"If something doesn't make sense, I remind myself I'm standing on a moon in another reality from home, and I live with a viking and his adopted necromancer daughter. Whatever's going on suddenly seems like it almost makes sense." She didn't know the ins and outs of Cass or Jason's timeline, but as a general piece of advice it hadn't done her too much wrong. At least, her little bit of crazy advice caused her to perk up, if the shininess returning to her hair was anything to go on.

Log: Change in the house of flies

Lola's Cantina - Closed to Cass and Lola

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