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Who: Kaz

kazimieras & Jason Todd

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What: Jason picking up a kid from a clinic nbd nbd
When: now
Where: unnamed clinic in Central City
Content Warnings: none yet

After talking Jason into pretending to be his Responsible Adult, Kaz mostly chills in the little examination area and plays around with his phone while waiting for his rescue. (No/limited screentime only counts if you have a concussion, and he Definitely Doesn't, okay. He's a doctor, basically, he knows this stuff, and he barely even has a headache.) Eventually, a nurse lets him know that a Jason Todaro is here to see him and has him confirm that yep, that's his Responsible Adult before Jason's allowed past the entrance to see him.

He tucks his phone away just as Jason comes into the room. Kaz isn't looking too bad - there's a gauze pad taped to his left arm and scrapes along both elbows, and his jeans and shirt aren't looking their cleanest (like he's been on the ground). His head injury isn't particularly visible. "Hey, man. Thanks for coming."

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"Yeah, I'm glad you called someone," Jason says. He looks back at Kaz. "What happened anyway?"

"I was helping some guy with telekinetic blasts, and he hit me by accident. Knocked me off my feet."

He's pretty blase about it, given that it's not the first time he's ever gotten mildly injured treating a superhuman.

Jason doesn't have much room to judge given what kind of world he comes from as well.

"And then you hauled yourself to the clinic?" He asks.

"Well, the guy needed to come here, too."

Translation: Kaz helped him in, and the clinic staff noticed he was bleeding and it snowballed from there.

Jason furrows his brow as he mentally pictures Kaz helping out the stranger and getting both of them here.

"Good thing you two managed to get here," he says. "Sometimes you don't even realize you're hurt until later on."

He just waves a hand vaguely. "It's really not that bad. They're just worrying a lot."

Because they're doctors.

"Better to be more cautious than not as a doctor," Jason points out calmly. "How're you feeling so far?"

Wow, okay, using the medical profession against him. He should've anticipated that.

"Fine. A little sore. I just want to take a nap."

Someone heads over to Jason to officially catch him up on Kaz's condition and finish up paperwork for releasing Kaz. The verdict: very minor fall injuries (the bruises, scrapes, etc.) and the head injury. He's been looked at by a doctor, and they think the risk of concussion is low, but they want him monitored for the next day for worsening symptoms.

"We good to go?" Kaz asks.

"Yeah, I'm walking with you," Jason replies. Like hell he was going to let an injured kid be by himself, even if he says he's fine. "Diadem, right?"

“Yeah, Diadem,” he says while they’re still in the building and they haven’t quite pulled off the whole thing. Once they’re outside and a short distance away, though? “You really don’t have to come with me. Sorry for dragging you out here.”

"It's fine. It's better you called someone than trying to go by yourself," Jason says. He means it too, despite needing to rearrange his schedule at the last minute. "How have you been settling in Central so far?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's weird, having a room to myself, but. Y'know. Nice."

The Kent household back home has a lot of bedroom-sharing. Don't judge them, there's only so much space to go around. Also, he may be living largely on takeout, but it's fine.

Jason slightly furrows his brow. It sounds like Kaz is still by himself so far.

"Made any friends yet?"

"I'm doing fine."

Rude. Asking like he doesn't have friends. He's the friendliest! He has plenty of friends.

"What're you gonna do when your two-month period ends?" Jason asks. He's hoping that maybe Kaz will get a connection through his new friends somehow and not be forced into a foster system by the Alliance.

"Join the Alliance. Seems like a pretty okay deal."

Not quite the same as the superhero league he has back home, but still.

"Yeah, 'okay' is one way to describe them," Jason says. He's not happy about that decision but unless Kaz finds something better, Jason can see how a teenager without his usual support network would find joining a guild appealing.

"You're free to drop by at the bar again if you need more help too," he then adds.

"Yeah? You weren't too happy to see me there last time."

It's not that he doesn't appreciate the offer! He just. He has to point that out.

"Kids don't usually drop by at a bar by themselves. You caught me while I just cleared up a fight too," Jason calmly replies. "Plus, I'd rather you got someone as backup just in case."

While what Jason's saying is true, what he's omitting is that as the owner of bar meant to attract criminals, having a kid around there unexpectedly was risky.

"Yeah, okay. Thanks."

Not that he necessarily intends to take Jason up on the offer, but it's nice to have. Especially if he needs an adult again at some point.

"This is me."

Well, the hotel is in sight, anyway. Jason doesn't literally need to walk him to the door.

Jason continues to walk alongside Kaz anyway.

"You found any work yet?" He asks, remembering that they talked about that when they first met.

"I got an interview with a clinic that wants a receptionist."

So not what he was doing, but it's... something. Better than nothing, anyway.

That's better than underaged doctor of questionable credit at least.

"Good luck with that. There are plenty of other clinics to try out too if that one doesn't work," Jason says. "Just gotta weed out the shady ones."

"You got any recommendations for those shady ones?" he asks because he absolutely can't help himself.

"I can name off a few," Jason replies with a smirk. "Some are better than others in that category."

"Names, then. Money where your mouth is. Gotta know where to send the shady patients."

This will absolutely end well.

Jason names off a couple of clinics that are more under the table and try to work away from the eyes of the guilds. They're not so much dealing with criminal patients as they are dealing with people who have other reasons for not wanting to join a guild or can't afford better care. One of the clinics was one Jason and several other people went to in January after Hunter was shot. Given what the place was, it was decent and Hunter was able to make a full recovery.

"The staff at those places haven't been too bad it seems."

"So I'll try one of those out if this place doesn't work," Kaz says because he is Totally Not Being a Contrary Jerk. He's definitely probably kidding.

"They probably won't let you be a doctor anytime soon though," Jason points out, in case Kaz gets any idea about how much those clinics will allow.

"Yeah, I'm getting that impression."

It sucks. Why can't every clinic just be like Mighty Med and recklessly hire a minor to be a doctor? Where's alternate universe Horace Diaz when you need him?

At least they've made it to the hotel. "Are you planning to follow me to my room, or..."

Jason shrugs.

"Don't see why not. Just in case," he replies simply.

The head injury still has him a bit concerned.

"It's really not that bad."

He knows he invited Jason into this, but he didn't expect it to go this far.

"Better safe than sorry with these kinds."

Maybe he's being overprotective but kids having to take care of themselves younger than they should be seems to stir another side to Jason.

It's not that Kaz is getting, like, Warning Bells(TM) or anything from Jason, or else he wouldn't have asked the guy to pretend to be his Responsible Adult, but he's not so sure he wants to take him to his room to babysit him. Call it a latent sense of self-preservation that he's kind of sort of developing now that he's on his own.

"Seriously, I'm fine."

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