Jason takes in the place, not sure what to make of it. He's used to thinking of Dick in the aging graduer of the Manor, or the modern gleam of the tower. A little studio apartment with mess all over, it doesn't sit right. He knows that in his world, Dick was a cop for a while, so maybe this was what his place looked like then. But Jason didn't see it to know, and he couldn't quite picture his Dick - not that the guy was his, but the one from his world - sliding neatly into a place that was so ... human.
He shrugged at the questions. "Didn't know how much you and him talk in this world. Beer or something's good, if you have it." And to see if he'd give it to Jason, or he was universally a stick in the mud.
Jason hesitated, and then flipped his mask off, at least, scrubbing an absent hand through his hair. "So that who you're gonna try to ask about getting me the hell out of here? Bruce?" Jason wasn't thrilled, but he figured it was probably inevitable.
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Date: 2020-09-10 10:47 am (UTC)He shrugged at the questions. "Didn't know how much you and him talk in this world. Beer or something's good, if you have it." And to see if he'd give it to Jason, or he was universally a stick in the mud.
Jason hesitated, and then flipped his mask off, at least, scrubbing an absent hand through his hair. "So that who you're gonna try to ask about getting me the hell out of here? Bruce?" Jason wasn't thrilled, but he figured it was probably inevitable.