quicklog: jason t/dick g
[Jason missed the acrobatics, he was sorry to say. He was busy trying to forget his conversation with Gwen mid-stream, but the night before he'd made something of a decision for himself, about not waiting around anymore, about not cooling his heels and waiting for a girl to loop him into her troubles when she didn't even want to see his face.
But that wasn't what this was about. Babs was gone, and she'd taken the kid with her, and this was about Dick's troubles, not his own. It was times like these that he missed his older brother, just a little, not in a way he'd admit to anybody. He'd tried to talk to a lot of people about what had gone wrong with Gwen and with Marvel, and he hadn't gotten far. It probably just went to show that he was better off keeping his troubles to himself. He was going to move on with his life, and if Gwen decided to have him in it, then fine, but he wasn't going to wait on her anymore. If it hadn't been for Dick, he wouldn't even be in Marvel right now. It just wasn't the place for him.
He didn't know what kind of state Dick might be in. He'd seen so little of him since he got young, and it was hard to suss out how he might feel about a wife and a kid now missing. There weren't that many of them left these days, the bat kids. They needed to look out for each other. The text came when he was approaching down the street, and a few minutes later Jason emerged over the edge of the fire escape, hopping over the rail and onto the roof, not bothering to be quiet about it.] Hey. [He moved toward Dick from the other side of the roof, then sat down beside him, swinging his legs over the edge.]
It's alright, I guess. [Spoken to the skyline. He glanced toward Dick.] It's a lot cleaner than home, that's for sure. I think I can see a whole mile up here.