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[bubblegumheart]

[He does sound calmer than the last time they spoke, and she's hoping that's a good sign.]

Yea, sorry, this is Chrissy. How are you?

[copsormasks]

Fine. I guess. [He sucks in a breath.] I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at...

[What does he call the Bats? Capes? Masks? Family? What is the easiest way to convey the clutter of supers to Chrissy.]

A lot of people here know me. They're trying to control me. And I guess I took it out on you.

[bubblegumheart]

I'm glad to hear that.

[She's glad to hear both, actually, but one feels more selfish than the other.]

That sounds really complicated. I'm sorry. You're allowed to feel however you feel, though. Anyone who tries to tell you differently is full of shit.

[copsormasks]

[Jason huffs out an exhale.]

Yeah, good luck telling them.

[bubblegumheart]

I'm telling you because it's an easy thing to forget sometimes.

[copsormasks]

[Silent roll of the eyes.]

Well, thanks. I guess.

[bubblegumheart]

You're welcome.

[Alas, she cannot hear the eyeroll.]

I could try telling them if you think it'll work.

[copsormasks]

I doubt it. They all have harder heads than me.

[bubblegumheart]

Do you want me to?

[copsormasks]

Don't waste your time. Seriously. [But he does mentally tag Chrissy as 'in my corner.']

[bubblegumheart]

Well, the offer is there if you change your mind.

[As far as she's concerned, it wouldn't be a waste of time at all if there's even a chance of it working, but she's also not going to push it.]

[copsormasks]

[Jason pauses, letting himself have this moment.]

Hey, thanks. Don't have a lot of people in my corner right now.

[bubblegumheart]

I know how that feels.

[Which probably sounds like bullshit, all things considered, but it is what it is.]

I am, though.

[copsormasks]

Yeah? [For what feels like the first time in a long time, Jason takes her at her word.]

Okay. I believe you.

[bubblegumheart]

Unfortunately.

[People never tended to ask a lot of questions as long as she showed them what they wanted to see, and the only thing they ever seemed to want to see was an idealized version of her. Sometimes, she wonders if that changed after Vecna.]

It's true either way. We could do something. If you want.

[copsormasks]

How about pizza? Your place?

[Jason continues to move from apartment to apartment out of paranoia (or justified knowledge that the older bats are watching him), so he doesn't really have his own permanent place.]

[bubblegumheart]

I could eat.

[Normally, she might question the immediate jump to her place, but honestly, her place is too quiet most of the time- and she's not really that worried about it. The apartments are all labeled, anyway.]

What kind of pizza?

[copsormasks]

Pepperoni? Stuffed crust if they've got it?

[Eat an entire day's value of carbs with one bite?]

[bubblegumheart]

So... I was just trying to sneakily see if you liked weird pizza toppings, but you are a genius.

[Her mother would lose her shit, which just makes it an even better idea.]

[copsormasks]

Hell yeah, I am. I'll pick it up on the way over.

[bubblegumheart]

Great! Then I guess I'll see you in a bit.

[copsormasks]

[In about 20 minutes, there is a knock at her door!]

[bubblegumheart]

[She's quick to answer, swinging the door open with a smile and standing out of the way so he can come in.]

Hi.

[The apartment itself is cluttered but neat. There's a quilt draped over the back of the couch and what some might call an absurd number of throw pillows decorating the couch and chairs. A half-empty mug of tea and a paperback copy of Carrie sit abandoned on the little end table between the couch and the chair. There aren't any photos on display because she doesn't have any of the people she'd want to see.

The kitchen counter is bare aside from a tupperware container of cookies and the bottle of champagne she'd found inside a gift box the other day.]

Come in.

[copsormasks]

[Jason is there with a pizza balanced on one hand. With a grin, he heads in when she opens the door for him and settles the box on the kitchen counter before popping the lid.]

Pepperoni with stuffed crust pizza delivery!

[He turns with a grin, clearly in a much better mood than the last time they met.]

[bubblegumheart]

And in thirty minutes or less!

[Not that it matters. There's no money here, and really, it's just an attempt to lighten the mood and maybe make him laugh.

Either way, she kicks the door closed and follows him over to the counter.]