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[private log] welcome to the jason-cave

who: jason todd and miles morales

what: miles is finally going to meet his new roommate, who has been making scary ass noises in their apartment since thoughtformed.dreamwidth.org/1063382.html

when: after the halloween event

where: apartment west 301

warnings: uh… ruthless destruction of drywall? avert your eyes

There's been loud, obnoxious noises coming from the apartment for a few days now. It might seem like solid planning that the apartment flanking West 301 is empty but, frankly, Jason doesn't give a shit about pissing off neighbors, meaning the volume and hours of his construction project would have stayed pretty much the same regardless of whether or not someone was actually living next door.

Jason's been busy making the apartment look like someone with a sledgehammer and a grudge the size of Texas had been let loose inside (because that's actually exactly what happened.) There's crazy amounts of debris littering the floors - pieces of the wall broken off in chunks in a variety of sizes, miscellaneous tools that include the sad remains of the first sledgehammer Jason had stolen, messy bundles of cord that have been stripped from the walls, half-empty takeout containers that are just beginning to smell bad - and Jason is making himself busy adding even more to what's already covering nearly the entire living room floor.

Anyone walking in right now would see Jason beating the crap out of the wall dividing his room (yeah, he already picked his room, sucker) from the living room. He took his shirt off at some point because he's not exactly dressing for company, and he's got his earbuds in with the cords leading down to a small mp3 player in his jeans pocket. If he'd been expecting anyone to drop by his shirt would definitely be on, though, because all the scars along his upper body say very clearly, 'this seventeen year old has seen some shit'. While he's got a sledgehammer to help aid in his attack he's finding it… slightly therapeutic to just kick in certain sections with his steel-toed boots, and to the practiced eye some of the holes in the living room might be recognizable as having been made by fists.

It… doesn't look like he's actually built anything. Jason's 'plan' at this stage basically consists of 'knock shit down', and it's not immediately clear to anyone observing the chaos that he's thought it all through any farther than that.

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"Seventeen, and I call bullshit, there's no way you're older than twelve." Jason smirks at the kid and crosses his arms, more comfortable now that he's put Miles on the defensive.

"Oh, and for the future? You might not want to sneak up on a dude in the middle of swinging a sledgehammer. I could have knocked your head off your shoulders." Or stabbed him with one of three blades. Or shot him with one of the guns hidden under the jacket near his feet. Or snapped him like a twig with his bare hands. Jesus this kid is tiny.

"I can handle myself." I have the proportionate strength and agility of a spider, dude, Miles thinks before realizing that really doesn't sound nearly as cool in his head as he'd assumed it would.

"Why do you even have that sledgehammer in the first place anyway?! What possible reason could you have for completely trashing our shared apartment?! I'm supposed to live here too!!" He's starting to get louder as he gets more and more pissed that Jason keeps smirking at him.

"Oh, sure you can." Jason makes sure to roll his eyes extra sarcastically.

"And can't you tell? I'm remodeling." Jason shrugs. "Got bit by the home redecorating bug."

Jason ambles over to the slightly more trashed bedroom, keeping Miles in his line of sight at all times by habit, and gestures invitingly. "This is your room. I got to pick first since I'm not the weenie who was too afraid to go into his own apartment."

"Did you seriously just call me a weenie?" Miles follows him reluctantly, looking into the room Jason's gesturing at. It's pretty bad. The walls have been smashed and wires have been ripped out, leaving debris everywhere.

"Great. I see you decided to start remodeling in here too. Are you just going to leave it like that or do you have an actual plan?" Miles asks sarcastically, returning Jason's attitude.

Edited 2013-11-08 21:20 (UTC)

"Mmmm, how do you feel about taupe?" Jason asks offhandedly, scratching his chin. "Not sure what color that is, but it seems so you."

"It's brown. I remind you of the color brown," Miles says. "Thanks, it'll match my skin. Did you come here from an episode of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition?"

I'm pretty rusty with the Spider-Man quips, he thinks. Would that even be a fictional character?

Edited 2013-11-08 21:30 (UTC)

Jason laughs. "Oops, yeah, apparently the racist one. Do they shoot episodes in the Bible Belt?"

Jason leans against the door frame, still smirking.

"Anyway, don't worry about it too much. This place is gonna be awesome when I'm done."

"And when exactly is that going to be?" Miles asks. "I waited to move in because of your stupid sign but you're obviously nowhere close to being finished."

"Mmmm..." Jason pretends to think about it. "TBD."

Jason pushes off from the door frame and heads back towards the kitchen area, giving Miles an obnoxiously loud clap on the shoulder as he passes. He pulls some water bottles out of the fridge (room temperature) and holds up one of them so Miles can see what's in his hand.

"Thirsty? Selection's a little slim, I'm afraid, but you don't want to stunt your growth any more than you need to so it's probably good I didn't buy any soda."

Clearly, arguing with Jason isn't going to go anywhere. And Miles actually is kind of thirsty. "Sure," he says, rolling his eyes at the soda comment but relaxing anyway. "Water's fine." He raises his left hand so Jason can toss him the water and catches it easily.

"I actually have a bunch of Chinese food in that white bag," he says, pointing towards the plastic bags by the front door with his other hand. "My friend Gwen works there and the aunties always give me too much... if you want some." It's an uneasy peace offering, but at least it's peaceful.

"I'm sure between you and them I'll be big and strong in no time."

Jason's starving so he's already halfway across the room by the time Miles even finishes that sentence. He crouches down and rifles through the cartons to see the selection and also to find some chopsticks.

"Aw, your optimism is adorable." He says over his shoulder with a grin, then turning back to the task at hand. He sticks the chopsticks in his mouth then grabs a carton in each hand, his water bottle tucked securely under his arm, bringing them over to the table that's been dragged to the center of the room with all of the other furniture.

He drops everything and then digs in, going into full-on bachelor mode.

"So, what's your story, anyway?" Jason asks around a mouthful of kung pao.

Miles joins Jason at the table, grabbing the shrimp fried rice that the aunties know is his favorite. "Same as everybody else on this island, I guess. I got here in August and they told me I was fictional." He shrugs. "I don't buy it, obviously. It's pretty clearly some kind of parallel universe situation - there are a few alternate versions of people I knew from back home here."

"I'm from Brooklyn," he adds, after taking a bite. "You just got here, huh? Where from?"

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Jason watches the way the kid moves over the top of the carton he's devouring. He's got the kind of body awareness Jason sees all the damn time - in fighters. Only, he wouldn't trust this kid against a stiff breeze. Weird. He grunts to acknowledge what Miles is saying about parallel universes then switches out his now-empty kung pao container for the second carton he'd brought over. He's not even sure what's in this one, besides noodles and some really heavily sauced vegetables.

"East Coast buddies, then." Jason says, slurping noodles. "I'm from Gotham."

"Is that a small town, or something?" Miles asks. "I don't know it, but I don't get out of the city that often. That or we're from different East Coasts." He's oblivious to Jason's eyes on him - Miles may know how to fight, but it's instinctual and he doesn't have the awareness of someone with years of experience. That's what the Spider-Sense is for.

He continues talking as Jason digs into the noodles. "That kind of stuff is always weird here. Like one day I ran into my girlfriend, but she was older and didn't recognize me and she said she never goes to Brooklyn or whatever? I mean, she's really cool, but she's like this rich Manhattan version of the girl I was dating." And also she's Hawkeye, but apparently that's no big deal?? he thinks to himself.

Edited 2013-11-08 23:52 (UTC)

Jason chokes a little when Miles asks if Gotham is a small town. Uh, no. Definitely not.

"Ah, I think you figured it out, kid. Must be a different East Coast because Gotham is huge." He doesn't comment on Miles' girl problems, he's no one's agony aunt.

Miles finishes his fried rice and moves on to the potstickers, pausing to drink some of the water and dip them in sauce. "Seriously, though, what are you doing in here? These apartments aren't that bad. Why do you need to remodel?"

Jason didn't bother to come up an answer ahead of time so he thinks while he chews.

"Well, it started with me trying to figure out a way to store valuables since I trust any bank on this island as much as I trust the damn island itself." He takes another bite and chews on it contemplatively. "Then I figured I should add some more security while I was at it since... there was an epidemic of werewolves and vampires a couple days after I got here."

"Something weird like that happens here every couple of weeks. We probably won't need that much security with all the aliens and superheroes and dudes with raptors and stuff running around." He looks at Jason to gauge his reaction, especially to the 'superhero' part. His roommate is obviously a little weird - that was clear the minute Miles walked in and saw him with the sledgehammer - but he's still unsure as to exactly what kind of weird Jason is. Anything's possible on New Moore, and Miles' last roommate did try to recruit him to join some kind of terrorist organization before he was released.

Edited 2013-11-09 01:41 (UTC)

Jason gives him a look.

"I hope you mean the bird kind of raptor, but I get the sinking feeling you mean the dinosaur kind. Why do you think we need less security when there are dinosaurs on the loose?"

"It's not on the loose. I think it lives in his apartment. It's just one raptor, as far as I know, and it seems like a pet? The people here are weird, dude." Miles finishes his meal and leans back in his chair.

"So... not to pry, if you don't want to talk about it. But did you get in, like, a million fights or something?"

Jason snorts.

"Uh... the figure is a little lower than a million but, yeah, a lot of fights." Jason gives him a sharp smile. "You might say I've seen some shit."

Jason starts twirling his chopsticks idly in his left hand, making them flip and dance around each other because he might be one of the most lethal people in his world and trained by the goddamn Batman himself, but he's still 17 and a showoff.

"What about you? You take taekwondo in middle school? Got your yellow belt, maybe?"

"Uh, no. Nothing like that." Just spider-powers and a lot of time spent getting my butt kicked...

"My martial arts experience is pretty much limited to Jackie Chan movies." Miles watches Jason twirl the chopsticks. "And I was too busy in middle school anyway for that kind of thing." He doesn't mention that he was in middle school up until the moment he was taken here - Jason's already treating him like enough of a little kid.

Well, Miles is hiding something, that's for sure. He's coming on way too strong with the innocent act, and Jason is momentarily tempted to offer him some suggestions on how to deflect more convincingly, but his first priority is really making sure he isn't rooming with some psychopath or something.

"Huh. Weird. You move like you know how to fight." Jason shrugs, leaning back. He pins Miles with his second-best Batman stare (don't want the kid to pee himself or anything) and lets the silence grow awkwardly between them.

Miles freezes for a second before recovering as smoothly as he can. "It's not like I've never been in a fight before. I mean, I am from the streets of Brooklyn..." The white guilt act has worked as a pretty good get-out-of-trouble-quick card with Teach For America types in the past and he's hoping it fits this situation.

Jason just keeps staring at him, letting the kid twist and the quiet build until he thinks it's reached a suitable level.

"Here's the thing," He says, abruptly breaking the silence. "You're puny. And what I learned from the streets is that puny guys like you don't walk around like they can punch someone out unless they can punch someone out."

Jason leans closer to Miles, speaking more softly, as if he's telling him a secret. "So either you're hiding some muscle, or you're confident you can take someone on for... another reason."

"I'm really not as small as you think I am," Miles says, matching Jason's soft tone.

Why does this keep happening!! I should probably ask Peter or Kate how to keep people from knowing you're a superhero. But - okay. All he knows is that I can fight. Just keep swimming, remember?

"Like I said, I've been in a few fights. Not as many as you. But it's not something I want to do unless I have to." He looks Jason in the eye. That means you too.

Edited 2013-11-09 03:53 (UTC)

That was supposed to be a threat, oh that's too fucking cute.

"Oh, nice recovery." Jason says with a sarcastic grin. He decides to back off a little, let Miles see he isn't a bad guy (okay, he can't even say that with a mental straight face.)

"No worries, shortstack." He leans back, moves out of Miles' space. "I'm just a little nervous with so many weird things going down on this island." He starts eating his noodles again, making sure to slurp as loudly as possible.

Miles rolls his eyes. Jason may not be intimidated by him, but Miles has fought bigger guys than Jason before. Bigger girls, too. And he's won, even if it is usually thanks to his venom blast.

That giant girl was really hot, he thinks for a second as Jason moves away.

"Yeah, well, get used to it. They usually only last a few days, though. Before all this vampire and werewolf stuff there was a weird carnival that appeared and disappeared and then before that everybody was pirates." Miles watches Jason eat and takes a sip of water, not quite relaxed after the questioning.

Jason puts his chin in his hand and waits until Miles is in the middle of taking a sip before saying casually, "You know, it's super weird how fast you managed to duck away from that sledgehammer earlier."

Edited 2013-11-09 04:43 (UTC)

Miles chokes on his water, distracted by thoughts of Giant-Woman. To his credit, none of it comes out his nose, but he still needs to grab a napkin from the Chinese food bag on the table and wipe water off his face before he can respond. "Dude, what are you trying to get out of me?? You were swinging a sledgehammer. I needed to move out of the way quickly. Like you said before, I shouldn't have come up behind you like that." He sounds annoyed.

Jason makes a noncommittal noise. Yeah, he's done for now. He can see the kid's got some moves but his gut instinct is that he's not a threat, and Jason can live with that for the moment. He can fill out details later, if he needs to.

"Don't worry about it, kid, I'm dropping the subject." He gets up and stretches a little to work some of the kinks out of his spine. "I'm suddenly not at all suspicious about anything. Isn't that convenient."

He gives the younger boy an easy grin. "Want me to help bring your crap into your room?"

Miles stands up too, not smiling back. "It's just a couple of garbage bags and a skateboard. There's nowhere to put it right now anyway." Jason's obviously onto him, but he doesn't know anything that matters yet. Miles just has to keep it cool until Jason loses interest.

"At least not until you get your remodeling done."

"Well, I'm assuming you don't want bits of drywall all over your shit?" Jason asks, walking over to the pile of Miles' junk and picking up one of the bags and the skateboard.

"By the way, thanks for the food." Jason is carrying everything like it's filled with tissue paper, nimbly stepping around various floor hazards and depositing everything just inside the door of Miles' bedroom. He gives the room a critical look, toeing a messy pile of cables near his feet and pretending to be thinking to give the kid some space. He'd looked a little like he wanted to strangle Jason, which is something Jason has some strong, negative feelings about.

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