Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2014 21:41:32 GMT
If he couldn’t agree with anything else that Zatanna had said that night, he could at least agree with her statements about his elder brother. It was easy to say that he could live up to his namesake and with a very small laugh leaving him it at least managed to alleviate some of the tension. The tears, the shouting, it had all been quite tense but as the brunette started to try and lessen the mood somewhat it did at least some of the weight from his shoulders. It was already a tough day for Jason, well for everyone apparently as Zee had made apparent, and truth be told he didn’t really want to spend it at someone who had previously been one of his closest friends throats.
”There are certainly worse flaws to have than caring about people and wanting to have fancy feet.” Killing people sprung to mind and the day that the magician was capable of would be when pigs flew, so her picking up some of his flaws was definitely not a plausibility. No, if those were flaws than he didn’t even know what his would be called, but still her words were able to change the mood entirely.
And now he didn’t have to worry about trying to evade her questions about where he had been. He would ignore the fact that her statement heavily implied she still wanted to discuss such things for the time being and hopefully begin to actually enjoy his birthday. That would be a novelty indeed.
Again with the busty redhead. He regretted even commenting on such a thing but then she had started it. But cake, that he definitely wasn’t going to fight against. She may have been a bit indulgent when it came to shoes, but the same could easily be said about him and food; a childhood of scrounging and malnourishment could certainly shape you as an adult and if it was on offer he was there never one to waste anything. Or turn it down. He could never resist a face-off with his true nemesis; carbs.
”I will pass on the busty redhead if we can go to the small place on fifth for cake. “ As he was dragged by the hand away from his own tombstone he soon fell into step next to the shorter woman, still managing to curb his instincts to reclaim his hand as his own as he instead started mildly fantasising about the little bakery and cafe he remembered well from when he was younger. His mother used to take him there before her lucid days became far and few between, and every birthday it would be a cake especially from there. Of course he didn’t even know if it was still open, but he could dream as he was pulled back from fantasy to reality.
The eyeroll was so over emphasised you could almost hear it as he started to be mothered. It was all in jest of course as he put on his best sulky teenager voice. ”God mum, of course I’ve been eating.” As they neared the edge of the graveyard, his unconstrained hand automatically reached up and pulled the hood he had previously removed back up over his head, shadowing his face. Not only did it go well with his words, but the last thing he wanted was to be unexpectedly recognised by anyone else that night, and he knew what people might be doing with their evening.
”You don’t get a figure like this by not eating, after all.” Lanky wasn’t the word to describe him when he was young; he had always been tall and particularly when he had first been taken in by Bruce he definitely did not have enough meat on him to carry his height well. But now things had changed. He was actually able to hold his height with his stature attained from countless hours training.
With his face adequately shielded, still not releasing Zatanna’s hand from his own a cigarette was navigated from pocket and packet to between lips, glancing down at the brunette as it was lit with ease and only then just noting how peculiar the pair of them looked in their individual get ups wandering hand in hand. ”You are aware that you’re still in costume, right?” There were definitely things that could be regarded as odd, and emerging from a graveyard with a guy looking more like he should be a thug on the streets, and a corset clad magician while not being odd for Gotham could still be deemed strange. ”Not that I’m complaining, I am enjoying your new outfit.”
”There are certainly worse flaws to have than caring about people and wanting to have fancy feet.” Killing people sprung to mind and the day that the magician was capable of would be when pigs flew, so her picking up some of his flaws was definitely not a plausibility. No, if those were flaws than he didn’t even know what his would be called, but still her words were able to change the mood entirely.
And now he didn’t have to worry about trying to evade her questions about where he had been. He would ignore the fact that her statement heavily implied she still wanted to discuss such things for the time being and hopefully begin to actually enjoy his birthday. That would be a novelty indeed.
Again with the busty redhead. He regretted even commenting on such a thing but then she had started it. But cake, that he definitely wasn’t going to fight against. She may have been a bit indulgent when it came to shoes, but the same could easily be said about him and food; a childhood of scrounging and malnourishment could certainly shape you as an adult and if it was on offer he was there never one to waste anything. Or turn it down. He could never resist a face-off with his true nemesis; carbs.
”I will pass on the busty redhead if we can go to the small place on fifth for cake. “ As he was dragged by the hand away from his own tombstone he soon fell into step next to the shorter woman, still managing to curb his instincts to reclaim his hand as his own as he instead started mildly fantasising about the little bakery and cafe he remembered well from when he was younger. His mother used to take him there before her lucid days became far and few between, and every birthday it would be a cake especially from there. Of course he didn’t even know if it was still open, but he could dream as he was pulled back from fantasy to reality.
The eyeroll was so over emphasised you could almost hear it as he started to be mothered. It was all in jest of course as he put on his best sulky teenager voice. ”God mum, of course I’ve been eating.” As they neared the edge of the graveyard, his unconstrained hand automatically reached up and pulled the hood he had previously removed back up over his head, shadowing his face. Not only did it go well with his words, but the last thing he wanted was to be unexpectedly recognised by anyone else that night, and he knew what people might be doing with their evening.
”You don’t get a figure like this by not eating, after all.” Lanky wasn’t the word to describe him when he was young; he had always been tall and particularly when he had first been taken in by Bruce he definitely did not have enough meat on him to carry his height well. But now things had changed. He was actually able to hold his height with his stature attained from countless hours training.
With his face adequately shielded, still not releasing Zatanna’s hand from his own a cigarette was navigated from pocket and packet to between lips, glancing down at the brunette as it was lit with ease and only then just noting how peculiar the pair of them looked in their individual get ups wandering hand in hand. ”You are aware that you’re still in costume, right?” There were definitely things that could be regarded as odd, and emerging from a graveyard with a guy looking more like he should be a thug on the streets, and a corset clad magician while not being odd for Gotham could still be deemed strange. ”Not that I’m complaining, I am enjoying your new outfit.”
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