Part three of Jon and the Wayne’s! This time with Jason.
“Hello other murder hobo kind of adopted brother.”
Jason looked up at Jon, a kindly offended and a little weirded out expression on his face.
“I don’t know that I ever consented to this.”
Jon looked up at him blankly, not faltering.
“I didn’t know you had a choice in the matter.”
Jason paused, and nodded.
“That’s actually incredibly fair considering my track record.” He mused.
Jon looked blankly at him, before sighing.
“Can I have 20 bucks to go get FroYo?”
“Sounds like a lot for FroYo.”
“Why aren’t you asking Bruce?”
“So then why are you asking me?”
Jon scoffed at Jason’s questions? Crossing his arms and leaning on his back foot.
“Because he’s not the boss of you.”
Jason inhaled very deep into his nose before letting it out ate starting at the floor, slowing looking up and Jon and taking to himself.
“Oookay it’s a trap, it’s a trap, you know it’s a trapped, you’ve trained for this, calm down-“
“You said he was a depressed caffeine addicted little bitch.” Jon said, raising an eyebrow and adjusting his beanie.
Jason, looking back at the boy and shifting on his feet said, rather loudly.
“That doesn’t reflect my beliefs, actually!”
“You’re sweating.” Jon said, fighting the little smirk off his face.
“No I’m just dying, it’s been happening for a while actually.” Jason hugged back, tugging on his collar while glaring down at the boy.
“Isn’t that so sad? Lest talk about that for a while.” He added, trying to veer the conversation off its plotted course.
Jon swigged, playing all off and glancing away.
“I mean, look, I get why you’d be scared of Bat-dad.” He said, baiting Jason.
Jason fell hook line and sinker.
“I AM NOT-“ Jason started but was cut off by a clattering of metal in the distance. He froze, before leaning closer to Jon and hissing.
“I am not scared of him.”
“Really? Because I heard he could kick your ass. Even when you were fully red-hood.”
Jason shit up and said loudly.
“Well he is entitled to his-“
Before being all loud again.
“So he couldn’t take you in your heyday?”
“I resent that wording and I could take him right now and I wouldn’t need a gun to do it.”
Jon acted interested and looked at Jason, putting on his best innocent curious face.
Jason fell again, much to Jon’s delight, and replied.
“Katey Perry playlist, a surround sound-system, and a crowbar.”
Jon put on his best shocked face and turned his tone lighter.
“Really? It’s that easy?”
Jason smirked and leaned down.
“Like a cat in the fucking bathtub.”
“But, I mean, if he’s so easily bodied by you, why would you fear saying yes? Why wouldn’t you contradict him on the FroYo thing?”
Jason considered it and looked both ways. Knowing his reputation was on the line he pulled a twenty out of his vest and held it out to Jon.
“Here you go, young Kent.”
“Thank you.” Jon said sweetly, about to walk away before turning on his heel.
“Oh, I forgot one thing. Thank you, and, WE GOT ‘IM!”
Bruce, who was standing behind Jason, placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned down to whisper.
“What was that about Katey Perry?”
“. . . AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH”
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