riverviewlogs | October Catch-All

Eventually Lola will get over her issue visiting floor six. It was a little too new, that another person Lola cared about wasn't here. And Lola usually spent a little bit of time just avoiding spots that had to do with them. The fact that a lot of her friends were on floor six was a problem.

But there were solutions, for instance, haunting the space around Jason's bike, was a pretty good way to make sure Jason had to deal with her. She was sure he'd give her his attention anyway, even without the somewhat clandestine nature of waiting for him here. Plus there was a reason for this, a good reason. Lola decided to go with pink as her motif for the day, hair, accents, jewelry. As she fiddled with her phone and thought about various memories she'd seen of others in the Quarantine. Such weird memories to deal with.

She may be lost in someone else's memory when Jason gets down to his bike.

The floor wasn't as active as it had been, at least in Jason's mind, since Yuffie vanished. He had stashed her stolen goods in case she ever returned but aside from that he returned to the mundane grind of his day to day life, he had noticed the absence of the colorful friend, girlfriend, whatever Lola was to Yuffie.

Jason had just stepped out into the garage placing a cigarette between his lips he pulled the zippo out and was about to light up when he saw the head of pink hair near his bike, the lighter shoved back in his pocket as he made his way over pulling the cigarette back from his lips sticking it back in the silver case and slipping that back in his jacket. The bike was still realitively warm, he had only returned home from work an hour before but he had a damn routine here that drove him up a wall. He came home showered and ate then headed out until the earliest of hours in the morning. It was showing in his face this last week to, the lack of sleep had both eyes looking like he had been punched.

"Lookin' good, Pink." He spoke as he moved over standing before her as he crossed his arms over his chest, making his jacket jingle in the process. The matching pink was nice, it looked good on her. "Let me know when you go for blood red." He spoke as he uncrossed an arm to tap his dark hair, as if to say dying her hair that color. It was possible, she might be seeing the memory of a tiny boy in yellow and green.

It took Lola a second to respond, waiting for the memory to end and for her to come back. She did catch what he said, but with her mind lost in badguy fighting it was a little hard to respond. Her confusion over the memory vanished into a warm smile as she glanced up at Jason. "Why would anyone wear that much red, green, and yellow at the same time..."

She shakes the memory off, and draws two fingers over some of her bangs. Turning the pink hair blood red over her right eye. Because Lola is a showoff. Plus it was October, scary evil colors are in this season. "Anyway, random memory isn't why I'm here, I need a favor."

"...Red, green and yellow?" Oh god be Grayson. "Cape and a R on their chest?" He asked hoping, praying it was Grayson. But he returned the smile to her without a word more on it just yet.

"...That is cool as fuck." He didn't know she had power yet, but what a cool power to have. He grinned a bit wider at that. Blood Red was always his favorite as the accents on the bike clearly show, and how much red he wears. "I would hope not, what's up, Lo?" He asked, of course his nickname for her was lame but he had reason.

"Cape yes. Not sure what was on the chest? Someone you know? They had to be pretty young cause I didn't feel any taller." It was very disorienting when she got a memory from someone, you know, tall. It was like she was standing on a chair only able to walk.

Lola grinned about the appreciation of her hair game, most people just questioned it. And questioned why she would do such a thing. "Um, I was thinking about getting one of these. But... I don't know how to ride one." Lola pointed at his motorcycle. She'd done research as to the pros and cons of getting one, risks to riding without a helmet. Risks riding with a helmet. Licencing requirements. The final choice was determining that it'd look really cool.

...and maybe that thing she read about the vibrations of the engine.

"Jesus fucking Christ..." he reached up rubbing at his temples like he felt a stress headache. "What was happening...there's four people that could be." He had a good idea who it was because his Robin days he had been the smallest, even compared to Damian, and Lola was about that size. He was thankful he had been a late bloomer and not just stuck small forever like Tim was.

Jason cracked his eyes open looking at the bike. "You'll need a helmet if you want to do this. While I am fine endangering my own life, Im not okay with endangering you much..." He has to say much since he had already driven her home once on it. "Otherwise, sure, I'll teach you how to ride." Realizing how that sounded as soon as it left his mouth he headded. "Motorcycles, how to ride motorcyles."

"Um, there was a hostage exchange and escaping a guy with skin problems over half his body and an ugly suit to match it? And a guy dressed like a bat who was honestly the least weirdly dressed of every guy there." Lola's really good at describing things. "Wait, why would four different people wear an outfit like that?"

"I know," Lola was more than aware of the importance of safety, "I might not be the smartest but I need all my brain on the inside of my head." It seemed rather obvious, head hitting pavement is bad. She wasn't quite sure why Jason went without either, maybe she'd ask when they got to lessons. It was fortunate Lola completely missed how Jason slipped up. "So, um, how's Floor six?"

He face palmed hard, almost hard enough to hurt himself. "Of course, of course, why the fuck not." He sighed and rolled his eyes. "You saw Robin and Batman stopping Two-Face. All three are pretty famous back home in Gotham." Yep, he's the tall mystery man from the masquerade. "Robin is more of a title than a name. Robin is the side kick to Batman, but Robin is always a young boy, you don't want to see what a grown ass man looks like in those tights. It's part of the gig. So yeah, there has been four of us and after one got killed, the other two wised up and got the choice to wear fucking pants." He figured it was he shorts she was talking about.

"Everyone seems cool when I am there, I'm out more days than in." Without Yuffie he didn't see a lot of point when he only hung with the Elrics on the floor. He moved to push the bike up some to kick up the kick stand. "Good to know you have a brain under that hair, well, Come on, we can at least go find a feild to practice in unless you have a helmet with you."

Give her a moment, that was a lot. Little more. She isn't even getting to the whole mystery man at the ball thing yet. "So when you were..." she measures his height with her hand, staring at him, "About ten you wore a bright colors and jumped across roof tops punching people with a guy in a bat costume?"

"Whose idea was the bright colors? That's the worst idea out of all of that." Lola your priorities are special and not okay.

"Bite me, I was fourteen." He was just a tiny tiny boy and a late bloomer at that. He still sounded prettty annoyed as he pushed the bike. "But, yes yes I did, and Batman was a fucking beacon of hope for Gotham so a bit of respect in your tone would be nice." He was the type that felt only he could talk smack about Batman and Bruce.

He blinked a bit looking back to her. "Seriously? all of that and.... The Robin before me choose it all, even the shorts."

"I couldn't see you! I had to go by how tall you felt." It is super hard to figure out someone's age when you're looking through their eyes. She'd given him the benefit of the doubt that he wasn't a teenager when wearing... that. "Still, even if your town is weird that teenagers are helping men fight mobsters with skin problems. You were still doing less embarrassing things than I was at fourteen."

To make it clear that she knows who was who at the masquerade, Lola's hair goes back to that snow white color it was at the ball, "So your traveling, it's always to beat up mobsters with skin problems?"

"I was small when I was young." Which was pretty much the truth of it. "He has a name, it's Two-Face, well, it's Harvey Dent. He was our DA until he got that...a... skin problem." He spoke with half a shrug. "Somehow I doubt that, but try me, Lo. What were you doing at 14?"

Then it clicks, he had thought she figured it out awhile ago. Granted, she was the only Canadian he knew here so he had already figured her out. "He's one of a kind, but more or less yes. I travel and fight people. It's got shit health insurance, and no dental." he attempted the joke.

"Two Face... pretty on the nose, but I see it." Lola's hair shifted back quickly to the pink she'd decided on, "Oh, well, the captain of the Cheerleading Team figured out an effective but super illegal way to make money for our supplies and fees. We, um, sold topless photos anonymously to our classmates." Which was not just criminal, it was sketchy as hell, and in no way good for ones college transcripts.

"Can't imagine that's exactly a legal thing to do, but... you felt like you were the good guys. Even if fourteen year olds fighting mobsters is kinda a bad idea." What, what it totaly is a bad idea. What sorta parent does that.

"Us Gothamites name our villains what we do for a reason." Though as she started to explain Jason's eyes widened. "Fuck, you guys could have gotten in so much trouble." Sometimes the Boy Wonder perked inside of him and that was one of the moments. "Jesus Christ, you were a kid." He spoke like a hypocrite, like being young changed anything. "What happened?"

Jason shrugged. "Not much I do is legal, Lo. Luckily I don't have to worry about that. And yeah, I'm one of the good guys." Which honestly was sort of in the air. "It's a smarter idea than the shit I was up to before I met B."

This look, this is the look of a girl told 'she was just a kid' by someone who was fighting mobsters at the same age. "Um, well, so Zoe, our captain, was assaulted at a party. The creeps taped it and shared it online. Zoe decided if guys were going to objectify us and be creeps they might as well pay us." Lola didn't mind especially, at the time. She kinda didn't realize how really illegal it was. Retrospect with a lot more things she's been through made it a lot more real. Also her chest wasn't nearly as amazing then as it is now. Not that that should factor in, but this is Lola.

"I'm guessing Gotham is a bit upsidedown if teenagers fighting crime is the better option. But the rules get super stupid in some ways when it comes to stuff." Lola's pretty sure a lot of the rules were totally good ideas at one point, but time and clever bad people made the rules worthless. "Even with all the stuff I've gotten here, I don't think I'd ever be a good pick for fighting crime."

She did have super jump boots and healing powers. Those were superhero things right?

"Don't look at me like that." He replied to the look. The bike was forgotten for a second in favor of rubbing his temples. "While I see the logic in that, I also think breaking the fucker's knee caps would have also gotten the job done." He had opinions on what should happen to men that tried to hurt women. "tell me she at least reported them." Hindsight was an amazing thing. He wished he could magic himself to Canada and put a few dirtbags into the ground but... c'est la vie.

"Only if it's Robin. It's not about the tights, it's about the training. The Bat pretty much runs us through enough training that we could be navy seals puberty hit full force." He arched a brow at that. "I don't know if magically color changing hair really counts, but it's cool. Might now scare a bank robber but, I'm not gonna knock you for trying."

"Both of them got convicted. She just... had a lot of boy drama cause she didn't know she was gay yet." Lola Pacini, master of blunt force conversations. Zoe Rivas probably would have been happier had she had figured that out before her Senior year. "Zoe took all the blame for the whole, nudes, thing so we mostly got off with probation and a lot of detention."

"While my hair is cool, I also got the ability to like... heal people?" Lola's face got a little strange as she focused. She'd gotten pretty good at suppressing whatever it was, but it meant activating it took a little more effort. There was a definite 'not alone' feeling in Jason's head after a few seconds. "And I have a pair of boots that let me jump super high... whenever I figure out how they work."

She's still not sure where those came from.

"Good, hopefully Canada does better on their legal system." he spoke, still wishing he could curb stomp the guys he'd never met. "At least she found herself, that's good." He couldn't and wouldn't judge. Hell, he was learning a lot about himself in this place. "She's lucky it could have been a lot worse, but maybe they were lenient given what happened to her."

"...Heal?" He repeated the word. Jason recoiled a bit at the feeling that swept over him the feeling made the hairs on the back of his neck rise, he glared at Lola for a moment, and yet he let it go. He tended to not let healers or doctors near him. Given that he wasn't exactly right since he took the crowbar. "Never, ever do that to me again." He spoke firmly, the Jersey bleeding heavy when he said it.

"...but go to somewhere with some water to test the boots. That way you have somewhere soft to land."

She managed to close the link pretty fast, the feeling going away faster than normal. "I'll try not to but it isn't, like, an exact science. If I think too hard about someone it kinda just happens." Better did not mean mastery, all she'd managed was to be more aware of when it happened... even if she still had next to know sign herself she did it.

"I've mostly had trouble actually... getting the boots to jump so I've just been practicing by communal housing trying to land on the second floor balcony." Lola shrugged, by the water might be a good idea but she'd need to figure out how the boots handled water. "I still wish I knew where they came from. Cause... they were in a box with a label I clearly wrote, but nothing like this ever existed on my Earth. So... I don't know. It's weird. They're cute though."

Lola's priorities, everyone.

"Well, work on mastering that. Maybe talk to a meta. Their pretty good about helping one another." He offered as he made a face. He hated people being in his head. He could accept Drucha but no one else really.

"are you doing it alone or do you have someone to catch you if... well when you fall." He asked a bit concerned cause thats still a bit of a drop for one not used to it. Though he lofted a brow at the mention of her own writing. "Cute kind of doesn't matter when your getting boxes in your own writing that you didn't send. That's weird, Lola."

October Catch-All

CLOSED - Jason

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