(closed) you better watch out. you better watch out

[eggplanting]

Who: Steph Brown eggplanting, Bart Allen, Cass Cain, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Kon-El, Jon Kent
What: Slumber party with the DC vigilante/hero kids
When: Mid-December
Where: Bart's farm in Little Love
Content Warnings: hopefully none!
Notes: Threadjacking is encouraged, as is vaguely waving our hands at the concept of linear time so that we don't have to think too hard about logistics



'Twas the night week before Christmas, when all through the house...

Pretty much everyone was stirring, because there's a party to enjoy.

Calling it a party may be a slight stretch, when there's really only a handful of them and they're not going to get up to anything more intense than playing Mario Kart and watching movies from the 90s, but Steph thought that labeling it a sleepover might sound a little immature. The idea had percolated over the last few weeks; there's a good handful of them now, from roughly the same universe, but not all of them know each other well, and while Steph might not be as tactically minded as someone like Tim, it had seemed sensible that they do a little team building.

Also, it should be fun. That's very important.

With Bart being the only one living in a space that could actually be considered a house, she'd reached out to ask if he'd be cool with hosting, and had sent out texts to the rest of their friends once she had his approval. Not being a jerk, she'd also promised to swing by early to help set up, for all the set up that needs to be done when a handful of people in their twenties hang out. Mostly it involved grabbing a few extra bean bags, setting up the TV and game consoles, and adding a few seasonally appropriate holiday decorations.

The invitation texts served the secondary purpose of assigning everyone some kind of snack or beverage to bring, most of it falling into typical junk food fare. Chips and dip, soda, pizza rolls, pretzels (the soft variety, of course), mozzarella sticks, popcorn. People are welcome to get fancier, but she'd mostly suggested things they could eat as is, or food that's easy to pop in the oven. This isn't a gala thrown by Bruce, after all. And with none of them being particularly big drinkers, she'd just told everyone it was BYOB if they want to get alcohol involved in their evening.

It's unlikely any of them would want to get wasted. While they're all strictly off duty for the evening, 'drunken misadventures' isn't really the vibe Steph is going for with this whole thing; it's meant to be a relaxing, fun evening, where they can eat, watch movies, and get into unnecessarily heated arguments about video games before crashing wherever they can find a soft surface at the end of the night. As if they're normal young adults and not a gaggle of traumatized vigilantes and lab experiments.

Later in the evening, after they've all poured outside to make s'mores around an improvised firepit, she'll probably break out some silly party games, like Never Have I Ever, or worse, card games like Uno. Because nothing says fun like arguing over whether it's morally right to use two skips in a row.

Some people just want to watch the world burn.

Comments

[kid_flash_found]

"Well, there's only so many places the group of us can all be and actually relax. I might not even have to lock Tim off the wifi if we're lucky," Bart says, grinning.

"Not many neighbors to complain if something happens, either. Steph thought not being in Central part would be a definite plus for actually getting people to not be glued to the police scanners."

[robintohood]

Jason's lips quirk into a small smirk.

"Honestly, yeah. It's a good call to make," he says. "Especially when the first thing Tim did when we got here was set up his computer."

[kid_flash_found]

"He also knows that I know how to set up a password that will take him longer to break than the party will last, so he's actually behaving himself. You get used to him being a pain to unplug."

[robintohood]

"Smart move. It's better to beat him at Mario Kart when he's not too distracted," Jason chuckles. "It's a better earned victory."

[kid_flash_found]

"Well, I do have a specially programmed controller for each system that ignores some inputs and randomly adds others for a handicap if people really complain about my skills," he half-jokes. "I get tired of being accused of cheating sometimes. It's nearly impossible to speed and hold a conversation at normal speed, anyway."

[robintohood]

"Can you blame them? You can go faster than we can see you move," Jason says before helping himself to more chips. "Game nights always like this for you guys? Tim seems to expect something to happen."

[kid_flash_found]

"Well, it's hard not to get interrupted if you're where things happen. Although I remember one time that was Wonder Girl's and Arrowette's moms getting into a catfight that Nightwing and the others weren't willing to break up. They were arguing over who was a more supportive mom because Red Tornado had this brilliant idea to do a parent/mentor night for Young Justice. Dick was there because of course Batman skipped out."

[robintohood]

Jason snorts and rolls his eyes.

"Of course," he says, unsurprised that it was Dick who picked up the slack for Bruce. "Sounds like it was a good night then. Nothing like a little healthy competition."

[kid_flash_found]

"We played Truth or Dare. Robin actually took off his mask."

[robintohood]

Jason pauses to digest that information.

"But...?" He then says, sensing that it sounds too easy.

[kid_flash_found]

"You're his brother, you tell me." Bart is curious what Jason will assume. He still remembered how he got to see Tim's face before he ever got a real name.

[robintohood]

"Yeah but I didn't even know he existed until the Confluence dropped both of us here earlier this year," he retorts.

Jason's been slowly getting used to the idea of having additional siblings but he knows there's still plenty of things he doesn't know about them.

[kid_flash_found]

"I'm pretty sure you got the same kind of lectures about revealing your identity, even to allies," Bart responds. "I didn't even know his real name for ages after I met him."

[robintohood]

There's a short pause as Jason thinks again what probably happened. Indeed, he had gotten plenty of stern lectures about being careful with his secret identities.

"He double-masked, didn't he?"

[kid_flash_found]

"Of course he did. Because Tim plans for everything. Especially knowing that question will come up in any game of costumed Truth-or-Dare."

[robintohood]

Jason barks out a laugh.

"Yeah that sounds about right," he grins. "He had to have seen that one coming a mile away."

[kid_flash_found]

"Except for the part where he tried to convince us his name was Alvin Draper," Bart shakes his head at the memory.

"We really should have a worst disguise/alias contest sometime."

[robintohood]

"Oh? How bad do they get?" He asks, curious.

[kid_flash_found]

"I'm almost grateful there's not much to vary in legacy costumes." Which probably says all it needs to.

[robintohood]

Jason whistles.

"Got it. That bad. 'Alvin Draper' does sound pretty fake."

[kid_flash_found]

"If Dick were here, there's no competition."

Bart shrugs. "I've never really done much undercover stuff. I'm terrible at it."

[robintohood]

"I'm guessing you probably haven't had to do much of it anyway," Jason says. "It's different with us. Most of our work is about intel gathering and research than beating the hell out of someone."

[kid_flash_found]

"I'm not bad at pickpocketing and things like that, but research? Not really big on things you can't rush." Although he's way better than he was when he started.

[robintohood]

"Wish I had your speed when I was a kid pickpocketer," Jason smirks.

Superspeed always sounds useful but would've been especially great when he needed to steal for a living.

[kid_flash_found]

"It's not as useful as you'd think, at least for the actual act. You still have to move with the mark and distract them. Although I can't imagine relieving someone's clip being very possible without it."

Classic Flash trick for idiot bad guys. Especially when the slide bites them as it locks back.