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It had been just a few hours since Jason dropped Damian off to be sent home. It hurt but it was better with a sense of closure he hadn't gotten with Tim. The pain was a dull one but one he was used to. Pain was an old companion of Jason. It had been lingering his whole life. It wouldn't break him.

When he arrived at work, he was still limping just a bit from his unrelated injury a week before, but he had stopped using the cane. Clocking in he moved off to go set about his work for the night. Despite his hurt leg, he offered to go into the forest with afew other guards.

It started off like any other walk through the woods. A hiss snapped everyone to attention. And cracks of branches. Jason's guns were up with the saftey off before the first monster could come forth.

"Come to daddy." He growled before firing to the beast launching forward as more shots flew from his guns.

Keith watched Jay for a bit as they first left, trying to judge just how bad that limp was. With Shiro having gone through the coma sickness recently, Keith was back to having Red with him most of the time as the Black Lion was feeling rather protective of the other Paladin. The Lions didn't fully understand illness as they were incapable of getting sick, and the idea that these organic beings they worked with and bonded with were delicate like that worried them from time to time.

As soon as there was an inkling of something hostile coming their way, Keith had pulled his blade. He wasn't using the bayard as much anymore, though he would occasionally use both blades if the situation called for it. Red crouched slightly, her tail shifting to point her laser in the direction of the coming attack. She fired at the same time as Jason, aiming to take down the creature before it could get close enough to the team that Keith needed his blade.

Jason was a stubborn and proud creature, as he almost always downplayed injury and illness whenever they happened. Keith had seen that first hand when they found the body with Bucky. He had been been showing up less and less bruised lately which had been thanks in part to his brothers before both left. They had put a stop to his side job and kept a close eye on the hot mess that was the elder bat.

He had taken the time to pat Red on the head as they walked in the woods. Both lions were cool in Jason's book. That and he figured if the lions trusted Keith and Shiro, than Hana was in good hands with Shiro. Robo-lions know whats good. Firing the same time as Red, he flashed a devilish grin towards the lion as he fired a few more shots. Though the beast looked strong the combo of Jason's rounds and Red's Lazer's seemed to do the trick. The monster was down though an almost pained noise escaped it as it hit the ground still swiping it's claws.

"You or me, K, whose taking the kill?" He asked with little emotion figuring he needed to at least offer. Since he counted Keith as one of his circle of friends.

Keith had definitely noticed the differences, as well as Jay's tendency to be quite a lot like himself and Shiro in downplaying and powering through injury or illness. He straightened up from his ready stance as the two of them easily took down the creature with their tandem shots. Keith did hesitate, but he stepped forward without a word. He wasn't a fan of killing unless absolutely necessary, but there was no reasoning with a wild animal, and no point in leaving it to suffer and die slowly. The large dagger in his hand glowed for a moment, expanding into a sword, and he braced himself, holding it up high to get enough weight behind the thrust. He brought it down hard just behind the skull, severing the spinal chord.

He yanked the blade free as he stood back up.

"Done."

Red, on the other hand, was very proud of their joint attack and how quickly the threat was dispatched. If she were able, she'd give Jay a hi-five. But hi-fiving a metal lion paw with razor claws probably wasn't a good idea...

Jason would have taken the killshot if Keith didn't, it was cruel of him, but he was measuring Keith in the moment. Something all Bats do with those close. And losing people left and right he wanted to make sure Keith measured up to the Bat-yard-stick.

"Good job." Jason spoke, a little colder than he usually is on the job, but he's doing his best. Yeah, probably not the best idea, but he did pat her on the head. Good killer robot, she's a pal.

Was it? Keith just took that comment for what it was, deciding not to answer as he shifted his blade back to dagger form.

Red swished her tail in response to the head patting. She definitely was good at killing things! She was a battle ship, after all. Designed for peacekeeping, yes, but that included being able to defend her Paladin. And sometimes that meant destroying the enemy.

After a moment, Keith did speak up again.

"You okay?" There was an odd, flat, coldness to Jason. Keith couldn't quite place it, but it did seem a little different from normal.

The house always felt to empty but more so now with Tim and Damian gone. Jason's limp was improving more and more every day. And when he wasn't trying to keep up with keeping things tidy in case Alfred ever showed up, or keeping Wally and Jon fed, he was usually in the library. Today he was in one of the other rooms. With a loud rock music blasting and a tennis ball, he was throwing it hard at the wall and catching it. Over and over, a loud thunk each time it hit and bounced back. He had been at it for almost an hour. The door to the room that he was in was clearly for entertaining. It had a pool table and a table and mini-bar.

He'd already broken into one of the bottle's which maybe wasn't the smartest when he had extended an invitation to Roy to live there but he wasn't going to lock up Bruce's booze when it was mostly for looks. With the mood he had had he just needed something to take the edge off.

[ Wally has done his best to give Jason some space in the wake of Tim, Damian, and Cass all leaving right around the same time. The former Robin doesn't strike him as the type that enjoys talking about his feelings, which isn't surprising with him being a Bat and all, and Wally feels more than a little uncomfortable about approaching the subject with him.

But that all changes when he finds Jason in the entertainment room still bouncing the ball upside the wall and blaring music just like he had been when Wally had last seen him about an hour ago. Whatever this is, it isn't something Wally thinks he can ignore.

He lingers in the doorway for a moment, briefly considering getting Roy since the two of them are closer, before he decides against it and properly enters the room. He's not even sure Jason is aware of his presence as he makes his way over so he can turn off the music. In case the sudden lack of rock isn't enough to get his attention, Wally clears his throat for good measure. ]

Hey, I'm sorry for bothering you. I was just... thinking about going out for a bit. Is there anything you need?

[ He fit the bat-mold well in the fact he didn't like to talk to nearly any one about his feelings. Namely when he had a stinging pain. He already had buckets of abandonment issues, thanks to his parents and Bruce. When he had returned from dropping Damian off to be sent back he hadn't spoken to anyone.

The song dying had Jason spinning around to see what happened to the cd, forgetting about the ball a second as it whizzed past his head, missing him by an inch or so, by the time Wally's cleared his throat and spoke. His blue eyes look tired and irate at once. He didn't answer at first. Wanting to ask for a case of beer, but he bottle was enough, namely with Roy living there. He had to be responsible for both Roy and Jon's sake. ]

Whatever, it's fine. Uhh, not really, nothing comes to mind, unless yeah, Jon's going to need some things for lunch. I was going to go later.

[ By later he means yesterday... ]

Shit, what time is it Walls? [ He'd taken to the new nickname for Wally since moving, which was actually a good thing, nicknames usually came for those he considered important.]

[ Wally isn't fazed by the anger in Jason's eyes, but the tiredness behind them has him more than a little concerned. A lack of sleep leads to mistakes, and that's something they can't afford in their line of work. But he gets the feeling now isn't really the time for him to be giving that lecture.

The nickname and the way Jason asks him about the time has Wally's lips quirking up into a wry smile despite himself. ]

Having so much fun you lost track of time, huh. We still have an hour or so before dinner. Though some of us were starting to wonder if you were going to join us.

[ He picks up a short stack of CD cases lying on a nearby desk and begins to casually flip through them in an attempt to semi-distract himself from the conversation. Bats might not be good when it comes to talking about feelings, but they can read people pretty well, and he doesn't want the other man to know he's worried even if it's kinda obvious. ]

And don't worry about Jon's lunch. I can pick up a few things while I'm out. I think it's my turn to do the grocery shopping anyway.

[ It isn't, actually. But Wally doesn't mind picking up some of the slack like any good friend would do while Jason works through everything going on in his life. Losing family, no matter how it comes about, is never an easy thing to deal with as Wally knows all too well. ]

[ He needed to sleep but when he let himself get emotionally compromised he did dumb things. Like staying up for a few days. He'd probably fall asleep not long after diner was done. its happened before.

Wally was part of the family now, there was no escaping.]

Something like that, man, something like that. I havent decided yet if I want to but given its just a few of us we could probably get away with pizza again.

[ Most of the cd's were the cliche angry boy alt rock. The early 2000's verity. The stuff he liked before he died. Luckily flipping through the cd's does distract Jason from reading him.] My phone has more music but I wanted the hands on tonight. But yeah, give me a second, I'll write out the list. You can use the car if you want, I don't car.

[ He admitted, as he moved over to grab a pad of paper and started jotting down what was needed, his penmen ship was really nice all things considered. That came from Alfred helping him.]

I'm certainly not going to complain about pizza. I'll go ahead and grab it while I'm out too.

[ While Wally has heard of a few of the bands and songs in the stack of cds he's flipping through, the majority of them are unfamiliar to him. Growing up in a house with his Aunt Iris meant he was forced to listen to the music she favored which was 90s bands such as Gin Blossoms and the Goo Goo Dolls among others. He would never admit it to her, but the stuff she listened to wasn't complete crap.

He casually nods along as Jason talks about his music until the mention of him taking the car has him looking up from the cds with another wry smile on his face. ]

You want me to take the car? [ He tilts his head, as if he's considering it. ] What a novel idea. I just hope I remember how to drive.

[ There's nothing to fear as he's only joking. Mostly. It has been awhile since he had to drive because, well, speedster. ]

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I owe you one.

[ Part of him wanted to ask for a drink, but god knows he didn't have a reason to run out at 3am he might crawl out of his skin. He hated when he got depressed. There was nothing to channel it into here, besides work, and with Bucky sick that didn't even sound fun.]

Well, it was an idea, you don't have to. You can probably run circles around it. Either way.

[ he tossed the mustang's keys Wally's way with a tired looking salute which was a bit extra as he walked over and held out the list.]

Coming Soon

When the note arrived for Jason he had sent it back right away, but before it could probably be delivered he made his way to the cafe. He had only really have time to drop Jon off, and take a short catnap in the car parked somewhere out of sight. No point in driving all the way home when he had plans. Maybe it had been to hot, with the windows cracked but after about two hours he finally gave up and headed to the cafe.

His hair was a bit damp from his nap and he still had his guards uniform on, and the guns straped to his side as he made his way inside with a yawn. Ordering some Tim level coffee. Dropping at a table he laid his head down on the table waiting to hear the name he told them.
defessus mortem Tired death...

He did, indeed, visit before Ciel could go a buy him anything. And that, admittedly, made him feel a bit guilty. Ciel did like being prompt with most things he did, gifts included. Even if he didn't normally participate in holidays even a little like Prijata back home.

The teen saw Jason come in, saw how tired he was, and frowned a little. Jason had fretted about him being exhausted and potentially getting sick, even if he'd been right and Ciel had actually gotten sick. So he stepped over to comp the drink, grabbed a muffin, and made his way over to Jason's table.

"You look like you may keel over."

Jason was that type, he was competitive even without meaning to be. It was from Bruce's training, and that chip in his shoulder from growing up the way he did.

Looking up at the sound of the shoes, and Ciel's voice he offered a tired smile. "I may just do that soon." He admitted, taking the drink with a nod of thanks. "Thanks Ciel, and I promise its not as bad as it looks, I just haven't been to sleep since I got off work last night. I had to drop Damian off to be sent home." His youngest brother, but even if he didn't like it he would rather no send the kid off on his own without someone to see him off. "And Jon gets out of school in a couple hours if I sleep now, I wont be able to go pick him up."

Soon, admittedly, didn't sound like soon enough. And Ciel would admit that much. He'd be hesitant to admit that he was concerned, even if it was obvious by how he settled in a chair across from him after a moment.

"Since last night." His tone went a little dry at hearing that. Ciel shook his head faintly, something like that and he knew he would have gotten an earful from his friends. "There's no one you could ask to go and meet Jon? A couple hours could make a difference in whether you get yourself killed in a traffic accident or not. And I doubt he'd appreciate that."

After talking to Ciel for awhile, Jason was about to get up to go when he saw his favorite reaper. Lifting a hand he motioned over to the table. Did he care he was pulling the attention of those running the place? Nope not at all. He was tired and here to see his friends that he hadn't had a lot of time for over the past few months.

"Did you hair get longer, Undertaker?" He asked amused.

It's not that busy today anyway, and he rarely is concerned that he can't handle a few customers at a time. Business before pleasure while he's on the clock, after all, and Ciel has tested him on that a few times to be sure. But he sees the movement and, since he's just cleaning a few things here straightening a display or two there, he steps over toward Jason, pulling his braid over one shoulder to look over it.

"I would imagine so. I haven't had it trimmed since I arrived. Do you think I should take a few inches off?"

"Not at all, it looks good, man, I like it." He teased back as the other moved the braid forward. Jason was more easy going when he was tired it helped him ease up. Much like when hes had a few drinks in him.

"Sorry I havent been to visit sooner. How've you been?"

He grinned and strolled up to the back of an empty chair at the table Jason had taken, leaving the length of his hair over that shoulder. "Why, thank you. And don't trouble yourself about that. Life keeps us busy, as we both know." He gestured to the seat in front of him. "Do you mind if I occupy this spot, or were you waiting for someone?"

It was mid afternoon, Jason had to be at the school in an hour or so to pick up Jon. Something he insisting on doing so after Damian left. He had finished gassing up the mustang, walking inside for snacks and a drink to keep himself going. On his way out he unlocked the door tossing the bag inside taking a second to put his shades back on.

Gas stations, how novel! They were a rare sight where Lockon's from, given that a good chunk of the world moved to solar. Petrol was a thing of the past for him. A convenient place for snacks, though? Everyone needs those. A bottle of water, a bag or chips, and one sweet treat (for later), he's standing outside admiring that car.

"Nice ride!"

Sadly, Todd was from a time where they were still a nessisary evil, and more so for such an old car as he had. The pet project to help bring him closer to his youngest brother who, had just left two days before. The new version hadn't arrived yet.

He lifted the shades just before taking a drink from his soda. "Yours is looking pretty cool to, Lyle." He should have guessed that it wasn't Lyle... Lyle had two eyes, and a twin afterall. But accidents happen.

Ah, one of Lyle's friends. It wasn't all that surprising since Lyle's been here for so long. Lockon looked around then shrugged.

"I'm standing on the only ride I've got," he quipped with a good-natured smile to show there were no hard feelings for the mix up. "You must know my little brother, yeah?"

Think I need a devil to help me get things right.

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