( if jason hadn't been trained, the nerves may have been showing through. he may have hunched shoulders, the idle, bemused smile may have fallen off his face and he might have even looked a little nervous. out of place in his own goddamn corner of new amsterdam.

but he does know how to keep his wits about him, doesn't let grayson's obvious unrest affect him any way he can see. instead, jason leans up against the closest wall, crosses one foot over the other. looks completely comfortable when he's anything but. )

Sorry, big bird. Them's the breaks. Far as we're concerned, nothing's going on outside this universe and we're probably never gonna drag any of the shit that happens back home with us.