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I'm not saying I broke your coffee machine but I'm not coming down from the celling until someone happens to buy you a new one for no reason.
... What. Webs, what the fuck -- do you... do you realize what you’ve done -- *clearly Jason is beyond distressed; he was not awake for a broken coffee maker. Nope, nu uh, no way.*
"Jaaaaaason."
“Tooooommyyyy.” finally, Jason lifts his head to stare bleary-eyed at the speedster, hair sticking out in every which way direction.
"Jason."
“Wh-what--” grumpy Death is apparently grumpier than he thought he was.
"Jason."
“Mmmgh... mmph... what?” lazily Jason swats towards the offending voice invading his sleep.
A chance to sit down? Awesome.
Jay stalked after her, plopping down next to Babs on the edge of the building, “It’s a little new - I live with a plethora of people and one of them, Remy, keeps stealing my damn coffee pot.” he huffed.
"I see." Barbara chuckles. "I can’t imagine you putting up with that for too long."
Jason looked to the side, almost sulkily, “Nope… so I chase him down to shoot his ass but he keeps throwing explosives in my face… Freakin’ assmunch.”
"Sounds like a hell of a boys club Jace." She stretches out laying back. "So what brings you to my end this fine night?"
He chuckled, leaning back on his hands, "Escaping the boys club for a bit. Figured you'd be out here somewhere."
Are you tellin’ me it’s only the afternoon and you’re already running around in your underwear?
Yikes, did I forget to put my uniform on again?
I really am never going to understand how you forget to do that, Bluebird. *Pot meet kettle.*
"Are you sure? You keep yawning and stretching like one." Jason returned the glare at that, tucking his phone away.
"Well, I could act like a cat and cling at you while purring." Tim challenged with a raised eyebrow.
"You sure you wanna say things like that? I might take you up on that." a challenging grin broke out across the older's face.
I’m at least 80% sure that living under the floorboards was not the only solution.
Well… I didn’t want to shoot you guys, that’d defeat the purpose of trying to look after you.
[Puffs out his chest] I’ll have you know some people have assumed I am a respectable adult capable of looking after myself.
I don't think it counts if those people are you, yourself, and the dog. *Smirks.*
"Take any." He mumbled.
"Pepperoni?" he thought for a moment, shook his head, then dialed one of the pizza places numbers that he could remember.
"Yup." He hummed and stretched.
"What are you, a cat?" Jason muttered, turning as he suddenly raised his voice a bit to address the person on the other end of the phone. He placed an order for a pizza, gave Tim’s address, then hung up.
"I’m not a cat idiot." He muttered and turned his head to glare at Jason for that comment. He debated on whether to throw a book again or not.
"Are you sure? You keep yawning and stretching like one." Jason returned the glare at that, tucking his phone away.
You have to bring that up every time? Mols thought it was a good idea! How was I supposed to know you’d basically have an aneurism when you saw it?
Everything in the kitchen was pink. Everything. The only solution was to live under the floorboards.
I’m at least 80% sure that living under the floorboards was not the only solution.
Well... I didn't want to shoot you guys, that'd defeat the purpose of trying to look after you.
You make a small piece of me die every time you say things like that.
What…? What did I say?
I didn’t believe it before but it’s true.You are the reason children have nightmares.
What...? I still don't get it, Sticks.
The twins. Sooner or later, they will meet the twins. It’s not a world of spies anymore. Not even a world of heroes. This is the age of miracles. There’s nothing more horrifying than a miracle.
Mark is the sweetest man in the world and nothing will ever convince me other wise
Orphan Text 4/?
