[Whenever Bruce gets back the kitchen is indeed in one piece. Jason hears the elevator and lights what are far too many candles on the cake and waits for Bruce to come up.]
( spending time with clark was short and sweet — all he could really maintain, but. well. maybe alfred would be proud of him for making an effort. it's a little after the kryptonian leaves that he makes his way for the kitchen and, seeing the candles lit, he stands there in the doorway, dressed in black slacks and a black turtleneck, hands in his pockets. )
( when was the last time he had something like this done? it's... awkward? sweet? unfamiliar in a way and it makes him look down, smile just barely there on his lips before it turns a little sheepish. he's not sure how to feel about being here another year in etraya and there being so little he's accomplished or has discovered about this place, but. he's here, so. he just tries to take it one day at a time.
looking up, he offers jason a gentle smile, wanting to show him the appreciation for his going to such trouble and being here. still. )
You know I'm going to have to order you a cake for yours.
[Jason is not a great singer, by any measure, but what he lacks in skill, he makes up with enthusiasm. He, too, is pretty sure that Bruce hasn't had this kind of thing in a while, even if the song is awkward and the cake is lumpy. He finishes and then gesture to the cake.]
Yeah, sure.
[Not even Chrissy knows his birthday. His Bruce was never around to celebrate and the Titans ignored it, so why bother.]
Blow out the candles before the fire alarm goes off.
( he's pretty sure that's not how that works, but. he obliges and comes over to do just that: blow the candles out. does he make a wish? who's to say? either way, he straightens up some and looks the cake over a little more genuinely. it really doesn't matter how it tastes to him. it's the effort put into it when he'd just as well forget this day was even a thing. )
[Jason watches with barely bridled, wholesome happiness as Bruce blows out the candles. This is probably one of the best moments of his young life and when Bruce looks over the cake, Jason can't help beam over at Bruce.
The cake could taste like dogshit and Jason would still love everything about this moment.
He scoops up the candles and pulls out two plates and two forks.]
[Maybe a little bit of both! Jason takes a bite of the piece of cake on his plate and chews. It's not great. He's not winning any awards with it, but it's edible and that's what counts.]
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maybe of the cake variety
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( not that... bruce is a good choice for that, but. )
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but it's your cake
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and hopefully the kitchen will be in one piece when you get back
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Still in one piece.
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[Jason replies before he starts the familiar refrain of,] Happy birthday to you~
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looking up, he offers jason a gentle smile, wanting to show him the appreciation for his going to such trouble and being here. still. )
You know I'm going to have to order you a cake for yours.
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Yeah, sure.
[Not even Chrissy knows his birthday. His Bruce was never around to celebrate and the Titans ignored it, so why bother.]
Blow out the candles before the fire alarm goes off.
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I think Alfred would be proud.
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The cake could taste like dogshit and Jason would still love everything about this moment.
He scoops up the candles and pulls out two plates and two forks.]
Alfred? Really?
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( be bruce wayne rather than the batman. )
But I think he can appreciate someone who's better in the kitchen than I am.
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[Jason cuts a piece for each of them and starts into his own piece.]
That's not really a high bar, Bruce.
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( is he making fun of his inability to cook or bake? because, well. he can't call him out on that. )
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Can you even bake?
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( he can't help but lift a brow at that. )
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