( he goes through this with every round of new arrivals: follows the announcement, looks around for any faces he recognizes (found kaldur that way, this time) and stalks his way back to the safehouse after to look for any he missed outside. jason's--careful about how he makes his way around the safehouse, keeps to the outskirts, tries to stay out of view in case any unsavory individuals know his face.
but he doesn't stumble across anyone like that. instead, he sees a vaguely familiar frame: wide-stance, a little taller than he's used to, but the way he holds himself is all too familiar. eyes focused down on whatever the hell he's trying to make in the kitchen. jason--pauses in the doorway, considers how he wants to fucking try this because god,
dealing with dick was hard enough, they're still figuring shit out even if they're a little better, now. and this bruce definitely isn't his, if it even is bruce wayne at all. )
safehouse;
but he doesn't stumble across anyone like that. instead, he sees a vaguely familiar frame: wide-stance, a little taller than he's used to, but the way he holds himself is all too familiar. eyes focused down on whatever the hell he's trying to make in the kitchen. jason--pauses in the doorway, considers how he wants to fucking try this because god,
dealing with dick was hard enough, they're still figuring shit out even if they're a little better, now. and this bruce definitely isn't his, if it even is bruce wayne at all. )
Hey, fresh meat.
( nailed it. )