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Who: Bruce and Jason
What: an evening investigation into a militia dust up
Where: Tar Wedge, Raven's Gate, around
When: after Kalinda and Tom have an adventure
Notes: [16:03] claire: also i picked tar wedge because there is no description anywhere of tar wedge
Warnings: probably nothing!

So much of his stuff has been scattered to the four winds of Baedal bartering that Jason hasn't made any effort to get another version of the helmet he'd been using months ago. In any case, he's only looking. Head protection should be unnecessary. Tar Wedge is not a particularly dangerous neighborhood, and he's just a guy in a cheap coat, glasses, and a baseball hat. The last item he picked up from the bazaar because he didn't recognize the logo — some kind of stylized snarling cat, but not any team he knows from home.

There are some rumors going around, some of which he picks up in Tar Wedge itself, and some of which have filtered in through other sources. In a lot of ways, though, he still feels three months behind. Those three months are a tangle of activities. On one side, there are the things he was there for and remembers well, such as the anonymous broadcast, and here and now, there's this, for which he feels underprepared. Not that that bothers him, exactly, but it hardly needs to be said that Baedal isn't Gotham. It's far less forgiving.

He moves on to Raven's Gate, where blending in is more difficult than it is in areas like Griss Twist or Aspic, so he doesn't try too hard. The patches of lower populated housing could be a decent place to stash some things, he notes. Hopefully once he has more winnings from fights, he'll have some actual things to stash. If the hypothetically involved Vigilante(s) from the Tar Wedge incident thought the same way, he might pick up a trace here, given the close vicinity.

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Once he spots the Masked Man, Jason stops immediately, this time with far less alarm. What can be made out of his expression seems to be mild irritation, already fading. Irritation is like a reflex with him, to the point where he hardly notices its coming and going. There is, perhaps, a bit more to his reaction than just that, but he ignores that for roughly the same reasons he doesn't live on a houseboat.

It's quiet behind and below, so Jason waits a beat, then shrugs as a continuation of the conversation. Why he would disappear for three months is beyond any explanation he could come up with.

"I didn't think anyone missed me." In any sense of the word, though in this (testy) sense, he's more saying I didn't think anyone noticed me. Beyond the people he contacted himself.

"All those Militia agents that got fired didn't."

More straight-forward than Bruce thought he might be, earlier, but hell. He came all the way out here, might as well. (He's feeling - not reckless, lately, but hurried, in a way he doesn't like. Variables are moving too fast, people pulled in, pulled out-)

"Why are you looking for me, and not them?"

Is that what happened? Three months and he'd figured he'd have as much success looking for a way out of Baedal as he would looking for those guys. So it's a fair question to ask, and as much as it goes against his instinct to give a honest answer... if this is the guy, the guy, that could be something.

"Everyone I was working with is gone," Jason finally says, and shrugs again. Like Bruce, he's not about to throw anybody under the bus. For someone in Vanessza's position, that'd be a pretty big bus. "I wanted to see if there were others still going. Curiosity satisfied," he says, only mildly sardonic. Because his favorite answer to any question is 'a mysterious masked vigilante'.

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He tilts his head again. Fair enough. Bruce is coaching his body language to communicate where he won't (can't?), because he's curious. He's seen this guy fight, he's seen him try to wrangle leadership, and he's apparently pretty determined. It could be worse - he's not Logan, but he could be useful, pending he doesn't fuck anything up.

(There's a sort of nagging in the back of his head, about that look of recognition, about the fact that he did work with that girl who was wearing his symbol. He doesn't want this guy to be one of those. He's just so sick of it.)

"There's plenty to be done."

That's not, you know, creeping on him.

Jason exhales with muted frustration, the slight shift of his attention implying the frustration isn't with Bruce. It's the money and weapons situation. He's had to start from scratch four times now and here he can't rob gangs unless he wants to take a nap in the Tar.

"I'm still getting set up." He makes a small, dismissive hand gesture because if this guy knows he's been gone three months, he'd just about have to know about the fights — they're high profile enough and he wasn't wearing a real disguise — and it doesn't really need to be said. "But if you felt like passing anything on in a week or two, I'd do my best to return the favor down the road."

The conservative offer should suit their respective levels of wariness, though in all honesty, it might be considerably further down the road before he has something of interest that this guy wouldn't know about to share. It doesn't ask for trust or even cooperation, really. It's just a possible starting point.

It's a possible starting point, yes, but it's also an investment. In this kid. Who may or may not ultimately fuck something up - and he'd be getting into it, more into it, on Bruce's dime. He weighs it, for a moment; would he aid Tim? Would he enable someone who seemed younger, who did less? This guy looks about the age Bruce was when he first fucked off, so he started even earlier.

It's unnerving.

But-

"Sure."

If he's going to do it anyway, and they're low on aggressors, he might as well.

It is hard to read anything into that answer. Not that this guy has been an open book so far, but in the moment before response, Jason feels particularly (and more than literally) in the dark. He takes for granted that there's always going to be a million more things flying around in the air than he could possibly know when it comes to getting involved in any operation cold out of a three month absence, yet in this specific and ambiguous instance, he really, really does not care for the feeling.

He acknowledges that and dismisses it, as ever. 'Sure' is one of the most non-committal agreements possible, even if he thinks this guy isn't giving it as a brush off. He just nods.

"Any particular way to contact you? Should I just write it on my window?" Fucking vigilantes, Jason thinks with no irony whatsoever.

"Sure, I know where you're staying."

H..ah. Hah? ... Except it doesn't sound like a joke. (It isn't, but he's not actually about to go show up in this guy's bedroom. But just. Putting that out there.) Bruce pushes off the low wall, and stands up properly, apparently having decided this conversation is about done.

"You'll hear from me." A beat, then, less ominous: "Your cohort is being watched closely. The network isn't private to them. Be careful who you speak to."

Not for his safety.

His nod is only a little yes, mom, in deference to the not-joke about where he's staying (and he's staying in a lot of places, so that's annoying) but also out of the fact the conversation appears to be closing and he's moved on in his thoughts. Jason waits a beat longer for politeness, then moves toward the next roof. They both have things to do, no doubt.

In a few days, via the ever-tolerant Dr Bernat, Jason gets an envelope. Inside the envelope is what rounds out to what is about 10,000USD in local currency, and a sheet of paper filled with hand-written notes - mostly it's just a list of addresses, which turn out to be sympathetic suppliers, craftspeople, and armories, with one or two informants. The last couple of inches are the addresses of the civilian identities of the Militia agents residing in Raven's Gate.

(The thought occurs to Bruce that his handwriting might be recognizable to someone who knows him, so he writes it all with his left hand.)

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