Jason took the clothes with a smile. "Thanks," he said. It was guarded still, but genuine enough.
He took them into the bathroom, cleaning up a little and changing into the clothes Dick had given him. It was a better fit than it likely would have been on the Jason Dick knew, who was bigger than this version. Dick was a little taller than Jason, though Jason was broad shouldered for his size. The pants were a little long, the shirt a little tight. But it was fine. Better than half his own clothes given how little he went to buy new ones and how oversized his hoodies tended to be. They even smelled a little bit like Dick which was ... nice. And definitely better than Jason's usually did. Laundry wasn't his first priority lately.
He took a few minutes to just ... think. Settle. He was in another universe, with another Dick Grayson, where there was another Jason Todd who'd died. Part of him wondered if it really was the Joker, or if that's just what this version said, if anybody had seen it. But he wasn't gonna ask.
He splashed some water on his face finally, emerging with hair a little damp and Dick's clothes on, his own stuff tucked under his arm and his feet bare save for socks, until he sat down to start pulling his boots back on. If anything went down, he didn't want to have to run barefoot. He checked to see if Dick was still on the phone before asking, "they say anything?"
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Date: 2020-10-09 06:15 am (UTC)He took them into the bathroom, cleaning up a little and changing into the clothes Dick had given him. It was a better fit than it likely would have been on the Jason Dick knew, who was bigger than this version. Dick was a little taller than Jason, though Jason was broad shouldered for his size. The pants were a little long, the shirt a little tight. But it was fine. Better than half his own clothes given how little he went to buy new ones and how oversized his hoodies tended to be. They even smelled a little bit like Dick which was ... nice. And definitely better than Jason's usually did. Laundry wasn't his first priority lately.
He took a few minutes to just ... think. Settle. He was in another universe, with another Dick Grayson, where there was another Jason Todd who'd died. Part of him wondered if it really was the Joker, or if that's just what this version said, if anybody had seen it. But he wasn't gonna ask.
He splashed some water on his face finally, emerging with hair a little damp and Dick's clothes on, his own stuff tucked under his arm and his feet bare save for socks, until he sat down to start pulling his boots back on. If anything went down, he didn't want to have to run barefoot. He checked to see if Dick was still on the phone before asking, "they say anything?"