bamboozled

the birds don't sing. no, they don't make a sound.

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   “Please don’t invite me to whatever pity party this is.”  Maybe it was just talking; Jason wasn’t friggin’ listening.  But it had the tinge of pity in it, and Jason wasn’t interested in playing along.  Self pity, shared pity, whatever.  None of it was of interest to him.

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[ FILED UNDER ; KENT, CLARK ] 

“Geez what time is it? And what are you doing here?” Clark grumbled as he fell back on his bed again, letting out a groan. He had a very long night with moving and doing late night superhero work and just wanted to sleep in.

   “Get it the fuck together, boy scout.”  Who even knew Superman needed sleep?  It was news to Jason.  “Got a Bizarro question for you, hot pants.”  

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[ FILED UNDER ; RILEY, PEYTON ] 

“If you really think following me is a good idea, you aren’t very bright,” Peyton called out when she heard footsteps behind her for a bit too long. “Would anyone really go walking down the dark streets of Gotham alone if they didn’t have some kind of way to protect themselves?” 

   “You’d actually be surprised about that.”  Jason wasn’t chagrined for having been caught.  His following wasn’t exactly subtle.  But the woman has made the mistake of thinking Jason didn’t know exactly who she was.  “You think I follow crazy ladies around without some way to protect myself, huh?”