( he's on his way. without a moment's hesitation--climbs down the goddamn fire escape of his loft and gets to his bike, speeds down the roadway until he's close enough to the safehouse and parks a good distance away. jason isn't a stranger to the facility, even if he visits it a lot less than he had before.
and makes his way inside, faux leather jacket over his shoulders, tight tank top under, comfortable cargo pants; there are very, very few similarities between himself and the jason todd that dick is used to. but the body language is closeish. the chest puffing, the almost lax way of standing if someone's stupid enough not to get a closer look and notice that he's damn near ready for anything at any moment.
but his hair's darker. eyes lighter--a dull grey. and he's definitely wider framed. )
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( he's on his way. without a moment's hesitation--climbs down the goddamn fire escape of his loft and gets to his bike, speeds down the roadway until he's close enough to the safehouse and parks a good distance away. jason isn't a stranger to the facility, even if he visits it a lot less than he had before.
and makes his way inside, faux leather jacket over his shoulders, tight tank top under, comfortable cargo pants; there are very, very few similarities between himself and the jason todd that dick is used to. but the body language is closeish. the chest puffing, the almost lax way of standing if someone's stupid enough not to get a closer look and notice that he's damn near ready for anything at any moment.
but his hair's darker. eyes lighter--a dull grey. and he's definitely wider framed. )