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( he hasn't been watching for the d'amicos in a while--they're junior's gang, just one jason likes to fuck with on the side, and he's got enough bullshit going on that stalking down some mobsters has been lower on his priority list. which is the only excusable reason he's giving himself for not knowing about this place while kyle was able to sleuth it out. it's not that kyle isn't competent, because they both know damn well he is. it's that this is significantly more jason's field than kyle's.

which kyle knows, too. but he'd put in the effort to follow the d'amicos and called jason out for a stakeout date. jesus christ, jason's shit out of luck with this one, isn't he. something aches in his chest, and jason--doesn't want to name it, so he doesn't.

he takes a step closer instead, raising a hand up to press his palm along the curve of kyle's jawline before pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his lips. )

You can wine an' dine me all you want. Just gotta give me a heads up so I don't show up like this. ( geared up and ready to fight everything--at least visibly so. )

[ oh, that's a surprising concession. but maybe they've all changed. it's strange to contemplate sometimes. once, kyle had so much and he took it all for granted. then it was all gone, everything but the ring. and he can't get rid of it.

kyle waves his hand and a construct (a waitress) pulls out a wine cooler. ]

I'll keep that in mind. I didn't know you liked to go fancy.

I was a Wayne, once.

( he went to assorted galas, dressed in tiny little tuxedos using his best manners while trying to scrub the bowery accent from his voice when he was small. didn't particularly enjoy them all that much when he would have much preferred to be at home reading or out fighting crime, but jason can do fancy. he likes to take his partners out on dates to nice places when he does get to the dating stage.

but this is great, too. kyle's construct pulls out a wine cooler, and jason drops his hand from kyle's cheek to watch it. )

What'd you bring?

Beer, mostly.

[ he figured that was the ideal drink for a stakeout. sitting out, watching the movement of thugs, angling for the best time. wine is great too and he packed a red and a white, but nothing that fancy. mostly because while kyle likes romance, he doesn't know much of high leisure stuff the way bruce and the bat people might. ]

A man after my own heart.

( with a snort, before he's kneeling down to open up the wine cooler and grab onto a beer. one benefit to leaving behind the hood: he doesn't have to take it off to drink. instead, jason just has to pop open the can and raise it up to his mouth to take a few sips. delicious. )

Drinking on the job's usually a shit idea, but 's not like they're waiting for us an' we've got you, so.

( if jason's coordination gets a little fucked, he's not alone and should be alright. )

We're just keeping an eye out first.

[ he found the place, but he hasn't done anything yet. the d'amicos have been hit a lot and heavily. by now, they're probably wise to some of their tricks. not all, and probably not kyle's but still. ]

Boring.

( but he's raising a hand up to his domino mask, switching it to thermal imaging to keep an eye on the bodies inside the warehouse. drops down onto his ass on the rooftop, one knee raised up so he can rest his forearm up against it while he keeps watch. )

Usually when I hit these guys, it's to hit 'em. It's Junior's job to stalk 'em down.

I get that and I'm not against it.

[ kyle pauses. ]

But I saw them bringing in some weird tech inside. I'm not sure what it does.

You're being smart. That's cute.

( but he is watching--keeping track of what blobs are moving inside the building, noting approximately how far they are from the exits. he can't see much from this distance and he'll likely move in closer here in a minute, but. jason knows it's better to get something before rushing in, reckless need to endanger himself put aside. today isn't one that's leaning on being particularly self-destructive, he can play it safe. or at least safer. )

Thanks, I think.

[ he's less worried about himself, of course, but also kyle doesn't particularly like hurting anyone, even thugs. there is no vicarious pleasure or fulfillment there. ]

We all know using your head isn't what you're known for.

( with an index finger raising to tap at jason's own temple. mildly insulting, maybe, but it's said with a playful lilt to his tone; less meant to hurt and more meant as play. )

Did you go out of your way to hunt 'em down?

[ kyle rolls his eyes. ]

Yeah, I did some recon on my own, shockingly.

Hey.

( hand dropping to pay the rooftop right next to him. )

C'mere.

[ kyle blinks before moving closer. ]

( jason waits until he's settled. scoots a little closer after, so he can press his shoulder in against kyle's own and leans into him. just a little. )

So this means we're officially dating now, doesn't it? Should I go tell Damian you're my boyfriend? See how hard he tries to spook you?

He already gave me the "hurt him and you die" talk.

[ it was funny. kyle leans back, the touch already softening him. ]

He's adorable when he's being protective.

( fearsome and vicious, but jason wouldn't take him any other way. damian may have outaged him, but he's still jason's baby brother. )

Did you feel threatened? Like my virtue was being well-guarded?

[ dryly. ]

Yes, it was all very threatening. I feared for my life.

He's a big softie, just like Dick. ( with a snort, before he's turning his head to press his face in against kyle's shoulder. ) Is that a yes?

[ kyle tilts his neck a little to lean against him. ]

Sorry, death threats get old after a while. It's a little hard to get worked up about them.

No, I get it. Kon told me early on after I'd shown up that if I laid a hand on Tim, he'd make me wish he didn't have a no kill rule.

( there's a small grin on jason's face, one that never quite reaches his eyes. )

I told him he'd better. Be a real shit boyfriend for Tim if he didn't fuck me over after pulling shit like that.

[ hm. kyle notes that look. ]

But you wouldn't.

I'd rather saw off my own damn leg than hurt any of 'em like that.

( well. mostly. because-- )

Sparring and playfights aside.

I know.

[ there's fights and there's fights. kyle may never grasp the internal dynamic between the bats, but he doesn't doubt they all care for each other. ]

Except Bruce.

( his tone is almost playful. almost. it cracks around the edges, doesn't quite reach what he's going for. )

Asshat deserves a beating or two.

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