[He hums a moment; he's wearing his domino but his muzzle is sitting next to him on the ground because he cannot eat Nerds clusters with it on. He pops on it his mouth and offers one to Bruce.]
When I started to worry about it?
[He shrugs a little.]
No one is going to come after me for a measly 50k. I just have to find out who put it out there and then I'll handle it.
It's a cover. They're going to move something much bigger. They were planning the route when you disrupted them. Lew wants you out of the way. I imagine 50k is all he can afford.
[ As satisfying an answer as he's going to get, he supposes. But instead of being content, he reaches for Jason, drops a kiss on his forehead. Quick and simple and there's space between them again. ]
Send what you want to Alfred. And fix this, Hood. I mean it.
[ Bruce's eyes narrow. No he is not jealous of Deathstroke. He does not want Slade Wilson operating in his town. Even if Jason is just trying to needle him. ]
This isn't a game. You are getting what you asked for.
[ He's puzzled over this since Jason asked him to get rid of it the first time. He understands the motive. But he doesn't...get it. Like the reason isn't good enough for him. Not for this deeply personal thing Jason is asking him to do. ]
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When I started to worry about it?
[He shrugs a little.]
No one is going to come after me for a measly 50k. I just have to find out who put it out there and then I'll handle it.
Eat a piece of candy.
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Jeremy Moxon mean anything to you?
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He scowls a little.]
No.
[He's not lying.]
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[ Bruce nibbles at the confection, at last. ]
Someone intercepted a shipment the other night. Your handiwork?
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Oh.
Yeah, they were getting a whole shipment of fentanyl, dangerous shit. I cleared them out and got rid of it.
[He is not sorry.]
No one died. I did have to break a few hands though.
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It's a cover. They're going to move something much bigger. They were planning the route when you disrupted them. Lew wants you out of the way. I imagine 50k is all he can afford.
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[He takes a moment, another candy. Offers Bruce another one.]
You should donate a cool half million to his cause.
[He is joking but he's also so stoic about it that it's a little hard to tell.]
I bet someone would take the contract then.
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I want you to take this seriously.
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[He is taking it seriously! In that this isn't a serious threat.]
Come on, B, no one with a single shred of talent is going to say it was worth the money for less than 500k.
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[ He doesn't like it. ]
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And then stares some more.]
That's my life every night.
[He opens his mouth, and closes his, opens it, and closes it again. Okay. Okay, Bruce.]
B. You're worried.
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I'd rather you deal with it now before it turns into something bigger.
[ Of course he's worried. ]
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What'll I get?
[God, Bruce, this is your boy. You chose this.]
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Yeah, that's it. ]
What do you want?
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He also knows that Bruce will not agree to it, so he doesn't even bother. Okay. Something else.]
New bike.
[It's not that Jason needs a new bike. It's that he wants one.]
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[ He could send what he wanted to Alfred and Bruce would see to it he got it. No questions asked. ]
What happened to your bike?
[ okay, one question asked. ]
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I mean. Nothing.
[He shrugs a little.]
Be nice to have a spare, though. You have about a thousand cars.
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Send what you want to Alfred. And fix this, Hood. I mean it.
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And you have to get rid of the memorial case.
Then I'll handle it right now.
[He didn't really think seriously about this, because he hadn't thought that Bruce was afraid. But now he can see it. It was that kiss.]
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No.
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Oh, looks like my life is going to stay on several lists, then.
Maybe I'll have Deathstroke alerted, he won't usually take such a piddling hit but who knows, maybe I can annoy him a little first.
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This isn't a game. You are getting what you asked for.
[ The memorial is off the table. ]
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[He puts his candy away in his back pocket, gets up, ]
The memorial goes, and I'll go get that hit off the books.
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[ He's puzzled over this since Jason asked him to get rid of it the first time. He understands the motive. But he doesn't...get it. Like the reason isn't good enough for him. Not for this deeply personal thing Jason is asking him to do. ]
If you won't do it, then I will.
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He reaches for his muzzle, to put it on, so that Bruce can't see the moue of displeasure that's slashing across his face.]
You're so full of crap.
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