riverviewlogs | Log: Gonna make a comeback this time.

who: Jason Todd
what: Just a batboy out being his hot mess self.
when:the 6th-20th.
where: Around the Quarantine.
warnings: Violence, and language will update with more.

A: Communal housing & Garage
The last thing Jason had expected upon getting home from work and showering was the sound of the front door. After a quick conversation with another member of the Parameter Guard and a familiar set of keys shoved in his hands, Jason ran down to the elevator without bothering with a shirt or shoes. When he saw the red and chrome machine he couldn't help but smile. He had been saving since he arrived to try and buy a motorcycle even close to this one. And it had it's own little reserved spot. Like it belonged here as much as him. He smiled, almost cheeky, the way he had so often as a boy before pocketing the keys and making his way back inside and up to finish getting dressed.

Jason found his way back down to the motorcycle once he was done with his normal afternoon busy work. Slipping on he just sat there and let the engine idle a bit. He had missed his bike. He sat there awhile before slipping off to look over each part to make sure everything was as It should be.

An hour or so later, he tore out into the night speeding.

B: Trixie
A few nights after the fight at the sleazy bar, Jason made his way to Trixie, after all, it was the best place to go when he missed his replacement, not that he would ever in any life admit that. Plus Loki was still there, and he hadn't gone to see the guy in awhile. Friendship, or whatever it was, was a two-way street. He gave a nod to the bouncer on his way in, if it was Nico a moment was spared to talk to his creepy friend.

After making his way inside he didn't go to the VIP but to the bar proper to sit and do his usual taking in of people around him. A book opened on the counter as he quietly read. He would go hunt Loki down soon but a chapter or two at the bar while he nursed a beer wasn't a big deal it would kill time.

C: Floor Six
It was pushing three am when the window near Jay's room slid back open. He always vanished around ten or eleven, stepping in he yanked the bag over his shoulder and he looked around at his roommates, if they were asleep or not. His jacket was zipped up as he made his way right to the bathroom. He made quick work of disarming the taser in his body armor and pulling it off in chunks. Each part he hides hidden in his bag as he made his way back out. The bag shoved in the trunk as he shed his pants and grabbed the red cloak up wrapping it around himself as he headed into the kitchen in just the boxers and cape. Making himself a bowl of cereal and moving to sit down at the TV.

D: Random Club
It was a Saturday night, and while he should be out patrolling, or god knows what else. He opted instead to shake off his loneliness by going to one of the clubs. He had even dressed the part, and styled his hair pretty neat, which wouldn't last if he actually danced with anyone. He hadn't told his roommates where he went, he never does after all. Once he got in, he went to the bar and had a couple drinks to start the night off. As the night went on, he eventually made his way to the floor.

He was feeling better as the night went on. Dancing with different people, and just generally pretending to be someone else. Jason Todd had a night off, so, he was trying to be like any other twenty three year old on a Saturday night. He wasn't looking for anyone to take home, just for a few minutes of unattached fun to the thumping club music.

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Not a lot of people in that height range, Lola. Good luck girl.

"Your to damn smart for your age you know that." He replied as he took a drink finishing off the beer before leaning a bit to wave the bartender back down. He had a feeling she was drunk just from letting that sleazeball hit on her.

"Lola, no. Don't set the bar that low. You deserve better. You know what, go to Trixie, theirs nicer guys there, ones that would love to buy a pretty girl a drink. On that note." He looked to the man refilling her drink. "After she has one more, I'll be ready to settle up the tab, this one and the next are on my bill." He spoke to the guy who still probably was judging him. Jay had a reputation for fighting, not hitting on pretty young looking girls. His attention back to her. "because your a friend, not because your pretty. Which you are, but we've already covered that."

"I'm drinking in a bar with a guy who is way too old for me, what about that is smart?" It was a bitter question, maybe not fair. But... Lola's not really ever prided herself on her mind. She could get by, but Frankie was the smart one. Or... Yael, Yael was smarter.

Lola's going to give Jason a look, the whole idea of deserving better didn't bother her. It was the whole risk attached. And a lot of the things she got she deserved better than, isn't that the point? "...I'll think about it for tomorrow night. Tonight, after this round I think I'm on my way home."

"Totally because I'm pretty."

"Yep, but this guy's a friend of your friend, who makes a habit of kicking the shit out of men who take advantage of young girls, and well anyone. Seriously, I hate people who do that shit." He thought of Filipe in that moment. The rapist who fell to his death as Jason watched, Bruce never could figure out if he slipped or if Jason pushed him. But the rapists death was the catalyst to Jason's own death. "Not all smarts are learned from books. Take my brother Timbers for example. He's your age, or was, smartest mother fucker in the world. Dumb as a box of rocks when it comes to basic stuff. Seriously the kid has like a genius level IQ."

He laughed at both of her responses, the English and Spanish. "How about I give you a ride home then. My bikes out there. Let me feel a little better about making sure you get home."

"I guess there are people that just... don't get things." Lola didn't understand how her smarter and all around more capable friends couldn't figure out clothes like her. Couldn't manage their socials like her. How Frankie just... completely lost it over a guy like she did. When everyone else was smarter than her, obviously smarter too.

"...I guess, someone told me I should get a motorcycle over a vespa when I was trying to figure out my own wheels." She should at least see how comfortable she is riding on one. Even if tonight she might be a little too drunk to really appreciate the finer details. Fortunately she had a pretty good physical constitution even if she'd shared a lot more feelings than she meant to. "Thank you."

"There is always something something people don't understand. All of us, even you." He spoke with a shrug before he lifted the glass draining back the rest of the beer. He looked towards the bartender who had started his way before waving a hand. "Go on and settle up the tab." He spoke to the man before looking back to Lola.

Jason stepped off the stool then, pulling his keys free from his jacket pocket once he was on his feet. "Vespa's aren't bad, expensive but not bad. I wouldn't ride one again but I have before. No problem, what are friends for? Come on, let's blow this Popsicle stand." He added a bit amused, though a voice in the back of his head already nagging he needed to drive safer, the only helmet he carried was his uniform helmet and boy putting that on her would be bad.

"Obviously. There's a ton of stuff I don't get." Lola's entire identity has been carefully built around one stereotype in school. She was the dumb one. It meant when she didn't get it, when she wasn't able to wrap her head around things... it was okay.

Lola put some cash on the bar before hopping down from her stool. Which she needed to brace a hand on the bar for. As the stools were meant for people of reasonable heights. And she was unreasonably short. Still, she stuck the landing, she wasn't too drunk. Once Lola figures out the lack-of-helmets. "You're so lucky we're going home, this would ruin my hair for the night."

Drunk Lola's priorities are not too different from Lola's priorities, but Lola would probably realize that riding on a motorcycle without a helmet is bad.

Jay had given a nod to the guy he had been playing pool with as they made their way out. Standing by the bike he shrugged a bit. "I doubt even the wind could make your hair look that bad Lola. Just trust me. Hold on to me and I'll make sure nothing happens." He was sure of that, He'd learned to master motorcycles at thirteen as part of his Robin training, and he's only gotten more reckless since. But, he'd be more safe with her, as he was anytime he had to give someone a lift.

He would wait until she was on, and holding on before revving the bike and pulling them from the parking-lot, keeping the speed limit and generally not being a menace, last thing he wanted was officer Grayson seeing him and reading him the riot act later for taking a risk with a civilian.

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