http://no-ones-son.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] no-ones-son.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2009-07-09 10:08 pm (UTC)

Jason snorted, dryly replying "Cute." God, he'd never get the appeal of dressing kids up in cutesy crap like that. If it were him when he was a kid he'd have broken someone's jaw for their trouble.

"A squirrel?" Again with the cutesy stuff? Jason was almost offended by the comparison. "You keep sayin' stuff like that and I'm gonna push you out of the damn tree," he said jokingly. Him like a small, furry, harmless rodent? Not likely. But climbing trees wasn't ever going to be impressive no matter how acrobatic, so he couldn't complain that much. He missed the rooftops of Gotham where you could cross the city without ever touching the streets below. It was a lot better for putting on a show but for now the opportunity to stretch out was welcome enough. Even if it got him called a squirrel.

"I was looking around, trying to get away from all the fucking nurses. Getting a bit sick of being watched everywhere I go," he replied offhandedly. It was true, even if it wasn't the main reason he'd come to the run down park.

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