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[copsormasks]

Leave me a message.
voicemail. call. action.

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voicemail sent a couple of days after the mingle

[bubblegumheart]

Hi Jason. It's Chrissy. I know you're probably still mad at me, but I wanted to see if you were okay. A phone call might have been better, but this felt... easier.

[And Chrissy is, ultimately, still kind of a coward sometimes.]

I'm not expecting a response, but I am kind of hoping you're not mad anymore because I think you're really interesting, and I'd like to be friends.

Call

[copsormasks]

[Ring ring!]

text. b.

[batsymbol]

Doing ok here?

text; un: j

[copsormasks]

no

un: cc

[bubblegumheart]

You never told me your birthday.

[This is clearly important enough to bother him about when she should be sleeping.]

un: j

[copsormasks]

[It's alright, he's awake.]

August. You?

action (for @theknightshift)

[copsormasks]

[Jason really hated camping the first time around, but this time, he means to find some freedom and space from all the bats swirling around in the belfry. He's picked up camping gear from the mart and has assembled his pack in his most recent abandoned apartment. He's set out and making his way toward the trolley when he hears the familiar quiet thump of someone landing behind him.

He expects Damian, and so he draws his hunting knife, swinging it at whoever is behind him.]

[theknightshift]

[ When Bruce decided he'd be keeping an eye on this kid, he meant that quite literally. Learning his comings and goings hadn't been terribly difficult either. It wasn't like the kid was exactly subtle. And as the bruises began to heal and Bruce felt more confident that Jason's through the worst of it, the following tapered off to keeping track of when he left where he was staying and when he came back.

That is until today, when his routine veers off into something new. Bruce is curious enough to follow him from the abandoned apartment to the trolley. When he lands behind him, Bruce means to be heard and shifts out of the knife's path, blocking the swing with his hand. Come on, Jay, he could see that coming a mile away. ]

Going somewhere?

action (for @her_own_rules)

[copsormasks]

[Jason has been out in the woods for four days. It's been a much needed break from interacting with any Bats for any reason. He's starting to run out of supplies, but he's tightened his belt before and this will be no different. He wakes up to dig through his backpack when he notices something odd. Another tracker.

He rolls his eyes out of this universe and into the next before he smashes it into oblivion between two rocks.

As he's starting to pick up his camp, he hears something. Not the birds and squirrels and everything else he's started to become attuned to, but something like a boot on the ground. Another eye roll before he calls out into the woods.]

I know you're there.

[her_own_rules]

I should hope so. I'm not even trying to be quiet.

[ Barbara is still coming across the last ten or fifteen feet towards where Jason's been hunkered down for days (which she has memorized down to the coordinates even though Jason's tracker just blipped out). She'd decided to give him space and time—and asked the boys both to, too—but four days was a good bit of time. Time enough to know he was still hiding and hadn't left the area even for provisions.

She also has a handful of those in her bag. ]

I'd worry more if you didn't.

un: cc

[bubblegumheart]

Do you like to read?

[copsormasks]

I don’t mind it. Why?

text. b.

[batsymbol]

Did you see Aurora's message about the next mission?

text. j

[copsormasks]

yeah

sounds like home

deliveryish.

[brat]

( the morning after they return to etraya, the window to jason's bedroom opens silently, cracking just enough to slide inside a long yet thin object wrapped neatly in brown paper. if jason opens it, he'll find a crowbar: one that had been new before it had been dented against the batsuit.

attached to it is a small cardstock note, written in neat cursive: )

He won't do it again.
- D

Re: deliveryish.

[copsormasks]

[A few days later, Damien will find a single torn piece of paper stuck to his door. The handwriting is uneven and crooked,]

Thanks.

text; un: cc

[bubblegumheart]

Do you like horror movies?

[A perfectly reasonable question for the middle of the night.]

Re: text; un: j

[copsormasks]

Yeah.

[Sorry, Chrissy, it's hard to type with one hand.]

text. b.

[batsymbol]

I'm heading back. Just doing a food run. You need anything?

voice-to-text; j.

[copsormasks]

Any more movies? I swear I've watched all of them at this point.

text. b.

[batsymbol]

You saw the mission notes?

text. j.

[copsormasks]

the fuck am i supposed to do about it

[Grumpy teen is grumpy. News at 11.]

text. b.

[batsymbol]

When you have a second, can you come down to the terminal?

text. j

[copsormasks]

is this about me getting my cast off next week?

un: cc

[bubblegumheart]

We should do something for Halloween.

[copsormasks]

what like a party?

backdated to Christmas eve because I do what I want

[bubblegumheart]

Merry Christmas! You have to come over if you want your gift.

text;

[copsormasks]

Oh no. Guess I'll just have to come over.

surprise, it's me again

[bubblegumheart]

I can't sleep.
Would you like to join me for junk food and movies?

[copsormasks]

neither can I. Rather do that than stare at the wall.

pre-mission/post camping trip

[bubblegumheart]

[Sometime after this conversation, Chrissy drops off a small, plainly-wrapped package. Inside, he'll find a softly glowing bracelet and a note in Chrissy's neat handwriting.

To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.

A girl named Sandrilene was offering to make these for people, so I asked for two because I knew you probably wouldn't think to ask for one for yourself. The dark is still a threat, but this will help keep you safe.]

text » un: robin

[brat]

I will give you three minutes to exit your apartment before I let myself in.

un: j

[copsormasks]

fuck off

text. b.

[batsymbol]

Thank you for the gift.

text. j.

[copsormasks]

yeah no problem

hope you like it