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SECRETS REVEALED

- No blank comments. Top levels should include your character telling everyone their biggest secret, that little piece of knowledge they've kept quiet for whatever reason. Positive or negative, embarrassing or devastating, about themselves or someone/thing else, every whisper counts as long as it's about a secret you'd rather die than tell. - What happens, then, when the truth gets out? Will it set you free...or set every prospect you had on fire?

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[theotherobin]

[ damn, wait till he becomes Red Hood. then they'll really have a whole lot of shit in common. would this be irony? or maybe some sort of divine intervention, that he gets to talk to Bucky before he becomes his own version of whatever they both end up as?

Bucky seems real serious about it too, which makes it harder for Jason to be a little shit about it. how much he'd love to though, because that's always the default for when feelings are involved. he's very much the fuck off type, but he's also emotional to his core, and look... it's rare that someone tries to actually understand him.

he doesn't want anyone to know him, and yet that's all he wants. a constant war going on in this kid's head. ]

Can't imagine why anyone would wanna sit with those things with me.

[notworthallthis]

[He shrugs.] Sometimes you just meet the right people at the right time.

You hungry? I’ll buy you something, you pick the place. C’mon. [Bucky gets to his feet, all faith that he’ll follow.] What’s your name, kid?

[theotherobin]

[Jason eyes Bucky with slightly curious eyes. the right people at the right time, huh. at least the guy isn't being a condescending asshole... and he's offering food.]

Not gonna turn down a good meal. There's a diner near here that's got killer waffles.

[he does get up and follow, telling himself that if Bucky tries any shit, Jason'll kick his ass (lol)]

Jason.

[notworthallthis]

[Just when Bucky starts to think maybe he’s gonna blow it all off, he buckles and agrees. It feels like a win to Bucky, so he lets the kid— Jason— take the lead on the way to the diner.

He grins and nods a little.] I do love a good waffle.

Are you from around here or just visiting?

[theotherobin]

Imagine finding a person who doesn't like waffles.

[the diner he's taking Bucky to is a good one, but it's not one of his usuals. he'd rather not tip off all of his hangouts to someone he doesn't really know shit about... even if he kinda gets this guy's drift.

in the end though, vigilantes, even of the superhero kind can be total untrustworthy dicks.]

Born in Gotham and pretty much raised by Gotham. There's no other place like it, bro.

[notworthallthis]

Yeah, I’m starting to pick up on that. This is the first time I’ve been here.

[He’s following a lead, Jason is just a bonus side quest for the moment.]

So you know your way around, then.

[theotherobin]

What are you here for?

[of course he's gonna ask. he tends to ask a lot of questions for someone who doesn't want to give any answers.]

Yeah man, I know this place like the back of my hand. The ins and outs, the people, the best chili cheese dogs, the sexiest strippers. Men and women.

[notworthallthis]

Work.

[Some things, he really won't budge on. Jason can still try, though.

After that last comment, Bucky cuts his eyes back over to him, both eyebrows arched sharply.]

If I need to find any of those things, I know who to ask.

[Beat.

Frown.]

Not the strippers. I don't- [He scrubs a hand down his face and mutters "Jesus Christ," under his breath.]

[theotherobin]

Superhero shit?

[makes sense that there are things Bucky won't budge on, same as him. Jason's more willing to consider opening up though when he notices a fair and equal trade of information. most of the time...

Jason smirks at the look on Bucky's face. ]

You don't want? Wanna support strippers? They're just trying to work too, ya know.

[notworthallthis]

[He shrugs. As much an answer as it is absolutely nothing, too. There's a certain level of publicity that he can't escape- yeah, superhero shit. But the actual details, he gets to keep to himself.]

Like I said. I'm here for work.

[The "not pleasure." hangs unspoken but easily known.

He punctuates the statement by gesturing at a diner at the end of the block. ] This the one?

[theotherobin]

Okay but just so you know, Batman's gonna be around. He's always around and if he doesn't like whatever job you're up to? BAM.

[he punched out at the air, nice and hard.]

Bro you can business and pleasure at the same time, you just gotta know what you're doing.

[he nods, walking a little faster so he can yank the door open.]

Yeah, this is the one. Booth in the back.

[notworthallthis]

I think I’ll be all right.

[Impossible to be in Gotham for more than 10mins and not hear about their dramatic caped crusader. Bucky can definitely appreciate the idea of his whole schtick, but he isn’t particularly worried about running into the guy. If he does, he can hold his own when necessary anyway.]

What do you know about balancing business and pleasure?

[He arches a doubtful brow at the kid as he nods and follows him into the diner, and to the booth in the back. It’s where Bucky would have chosen, less ways to be snuck up on, decent view of the door and a good majority of the rest of the restaurant. He wonders if any of those are reasons that Jason chose it, or if he just tried to avoid interaction with other people by going to the darkest corner. Somehow, all of the options seem equally likely.]

They got decent coffee here?

Omg sorry, I've been sick and this got lost in the shuffle 😪

[theotherobin]

That's what they all say until they encounter the Bat.

[Jason says as someone who has lived in Gotham his entire life. that's all it is.]

What makes you think I don't? How do you think I get by here? Pure luck and bootstraps, or whatever the fuck?

[he looks almost offended, but more mocking than anything. he gets underestimated a lot and then takes people off guard. it's how he lives, how he fights.

the reasons he chooses the booth in the back is for exactly the same reasons Bucky would have chosen it for. that part's been engrained in him longer than Batman, though.]

They got decent everything here. So what kinda mission you on?

900yrs later… apologies 💕

[notworthallthis]

[He smirks slightly. It’s definitely one of those if you live here, you get it things, but Bucky really isn’t concerned about a guy in a bat suit.

At the apparent offense, Bucky lifts both hands in surrender— ] My bad. I’m sure it takes more than luck to survive here.

[That, at least, he truly believes.

He hums a soft noncommittal sound and nods. He likes the ritual of coffee even if it doesn’t actually affect him him any more.]

We’re not gonna talk about that.

it's all good! :D

[theotherobin]

[he should be concerned, but Jason doesn't need to play it up or anything like that. anyone who underestimates and pulls shit here in Gotham gets a real good, unexpected ass kicking.]

Yeah, it does. Takes a hell of a lot more to survive and I'm fucking managing just fine. And hey, no skin off my back if you don't wanna get to know the ins and outs of Gotham while you're here.

[honestly, he doesn't care, and Bucky gets a shrug for it.]

Fine, so what do you wanna talk about then, huh?

[notworthallthis]

Sounds like it. [Sounds like a lot of bluster. He knows the type- always ready for a fight.]

You gotta know there's more to life than just surviving, though. [That's a head tilt. A wordless come on. A silent prayer that this kid isn't that jaded, this early on.]

[theotherobin]

[ Bucky gets another shrug and Jason grabs the menus from the stand on the table, sliding one over to Bucky. it's a lot of bluster, yeah. but surviving through all the shit life has tossed at him is not. he's definitely always here for a fight, though.]

Can't do fuck else if you don't survive.

[notworthallthis]

Fair point. [He agrees and takes the menu slid over his way.] Got any grand plans on getting out here one day?

[Lot of kids have flights of fancy about escaping their shithole hometown, it doesn't seem like too far of a reach.]

[theotherobin]

[ so much for your prayers, Bucky. his jaded as hell, but you know. it's not like anyone's really telling him what all those more to life things are. right now he's got Robin and Batman, and that's the only good thing that's ever happened to him. ]

Nope. I mean, I used to, I guess. But not anymore. Not for right now anyways. I've got a pretty decent roof over my head and until that falls through for me, I'll stick around.

[because of course it'll fall through eventually, him being such a fucking mistake and all. everyone sees it eventually.]

[notworthallthis]

You plan on it falling through? [He perks a curious eyebrow at him.] You gotta have somebody around here, said you were born and raised here, didn't you?

[theotherobin]

It happens. Can't really plan for things cause I never really know.

[he shrugs, sitting back casually like it's no big thing.]

I know a lotta people in my neighborhood. Like I said, I know all the good places around here. I've got my friend Molly, but she's got her own shit to deal with, you know?

[notworthallthis]

No family? [Is this kid literally just floating on people’s couches and surviving on the kindness of people in one of the craziest cities in the country?

Not unheard of, of course. Bucky knows that sort of thing happens everywhere, he’d been in that spot once or twice in his life before, too, but there’s something oddly striking about being faced with the concept on the other side.]

[theotherobin]

Nah, no family. Not for a long time. And even when they were around back then, they weren't really, you know?

[he floated around foster care for a while, juvie every once in a while too, and then he took off on his own. no friendly couches or kind people. not until Bruce Wayne.]

Taught me good survival skills, you know?

[notworthallthis]

That’s rough. [He lost his dad pretty young, but his Ma and Sarah Rogers were the most present adults in his life, so he can’t relate exactly.]

I guess you gotta take the wins where you can, huh?

[theotherobin]

It's cool, man. It's life.

[life is rough and that's just how it is. Jason doesn't like to dwell on it. not like it hasn't fucked him up though. he's walking around thinking he's a goddamn mistake. the short time his parents actually did stick around, they made sure to beat that shit into him.]

Fuck yeah, man. I mean shit, who knows where I'd be if I didn't have to go through all that crap. Not that it matters, it's pointless to think about that kinda thing. What're you ordering?