Boy Wonder

"There is good and there is evil. There are those who commit crimes and those who stop them. The two sides are opposite, as different as day and night. And the line between them is clear. Or at least it's supposed to be..."

[redboywonder-blog]

Happy Harbor - (TT)Robin|Red X

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Jay couldn’t help but feel a bit smug as the dork started blushing, even in the dark theater it was pretty obvious. The bird tilted away from him, rubbing his face trying to hide his shame. It was… endearing. How did this kid become a hero again? He was way too shy without his domino. Well, maybe shy wasn’t the best word but meh. Jason wasn’t exactly a word friendly kind of guy.

“…You saved a child. In my book that means going out for coffee.” 

A large portion of Jason wanted to laugh at the kid for thinking something so completely… well, stupid. Seriously, this kid? You save someone and you got them coffee. Robin must have been the perfect little Batdog. Jason’s thought suddenly moved to a scalie-panties clad Robin running around getting coffee for the Justice League. The dual colored haired teen couldn’t help the stupid snort-like noise that came out of himself. The picture was too God damn precious if he did that… He’d need to find out if Robbie had honestly done that at one point. It would be some serious blackmail.

“…and maybe I had ulterior motives. You didn’t answer my question.”

“I answered your question, kid. I don’t have a preference… but you’re slowly becoming it.” Jason let the words slip out, the tone was clearly leering towards Dick. If the little Robin wanted to play cutesy, innocent boy then Jay would let him. To a point, obviously. The motive on his end was clear… he just wanted to get to know the dork he had been compared to on a daily basis. Then, again, it didn’t help that the Titans’ leader was attractive. Oh well, he’d bite a bullet and deal with the attractive teen as he did recon. Right, like that would be painful.

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The words from Jay were so blunt that for a moment Dick wasn't sure if the guy was pulling his leg or not. If he'd whipped out some sarcasm and Dick just hadn't noticed because he was having a chat after such a terrible movie. He'd even gone so far as to glance over at Jay, trying to read the guy before he gave a bit of a smirk. "...That sounds like a really cheesy pick up line, which would be a first." Most of the people he knew, who knew him as Robin wouldn't throw out a pick up line. He was usually all business, all the time and while there was some freedom when he could remove the mask and be himself...this wasn't a common thing. Perhaps Jay was just terribly weird and he had picked up a killer for coffee or something.

An unstable hero...a thought which caused Dick to tip his head, black locks falling into his eyes as he looked Jay over for a moment...the theater eerily empty now that the film was over and most of the others had left. To be honest...he didn't know what happened. One moment Dick was sitting in his chair looking at Jay just contemplating his jaw line and the splash of white in those dark locks...and the next thing he knew he had leaned a bit closer...a hand had reached out to brush those strands of white. The movement was so innocent, so harmless but there was so much compassion and trust in that simple action.

As if they had known each other for years and this was fine. "...You can't say that. You don't know me. You can't like someone you don't know." It was all deductive reasoning, an excuse to not let this progress...a reason on why Dick should have just gone home but instead he was sitting in an empty theater playing with the hair of a stranger. 

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Beta Squad:[Robin; Red X]

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Red X wanted to roll his eyes at the stupidity of this kid. Bruce had a lot of nerve to even tell him he wasn’t good enough compare to this lousy shit. Obviously as well as being a douche and quite an awful person to be around he was just stupid. What genius? Where was the cunning thinker? All he had here was a wash up hero that needed a serious amount of work. Being told how he did things wasn’t new or out of the ordinary, but saying they were wrong in a technical sense? No. Jay was one of the best in the business. He wasn’t going to let this mission go to shit, not when so much resided on the out come of it.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Chuckles. We’re going a room, a meal, and you’re going to do your dective stuff while I do my stuff. Then we’re goin’ to sleep and tomorrow, IF I’m ready I’ll get the case. You just need to find the dude behind it.” Some days just punch the kid straight in the jaw sounded fun, though he couldn’t base this reaction on an honest thought. He was tired and probably grouchy. They both were, “Just find somewhere with wifi and you’ll be good.” The thief mumbled out, letting the kid re-situate himself in front of his body. Hands back on Robin’s waist. He couldn’t help but know he would want to crawl in a hole and die before this mission was over.

[redboywonder-blog]

"Right." There were so many things he wanted to say, what with the anger currently bubbling under his skin. Robin was practically biting back the urge to just punch the thief off of the bike and go on his own way. He missed his team, he missed the simplicity of life at Titan Tower. At least in their city you didn't have to drive for hours on end to get to the target. In their city you could have it handled in an afternoon, then go back to the tower to clean up before going out for pizza. It was...convenient. This task was hardly so. Robin revved the bike, heading off back onto the main road and eventually he found a hotel.

It was probably a bit nicer than what they could have dealt with, but it had guaranteed wifi in the rooms which was all Robin cared about. He parked the bike, propped her up and without even a word headed inside the lobby to get a room. It didn't take long, another swipe of a card that belonged to Bruce Wayne and then he was heading back outside to Red with dual key cards. "...Second floor. We go on this way here." A nod to a door just off of the lobby, close to where they had parked. The second floor would put them at least above ground level...more secure. 

"...They only had the one room." Robin's eye twitched under his mask, his jaw tensing as it fully settled in. "...One bed. So we're going to have to deal with it." He hated sharing his space when he slept...and one bed? Shitty. Really shitty considering who he was travelling with. Still, he gave a jerk of his head, tossing a key to Red before Robin headed for the door...pretty much just walking until he reached the room on the second floor, swiped the key card and stepped in. The room was at least... nice. A balcony, no smoking, with a big TV and a side desk for work. 

It was just that one bed that concerned him. 

[gothamsworstbatmare-blog]

Beta Squad:[Robin; Red X]

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Red caught the helmet, staring at it for a few moments before ultimately sliding it on over his head. He had to adjust it a bit before finally getting it completely situated on his face. After that point he didn’t get much of a chance to fix himself before Robin was tearing rubber, gone in a blur that only a Bat-bike could truly give. Red’s arms moved instinctively to holds Robin’s waist to keep him actually on the bike. He didn’t really care what the Titans’ leader thought about it. After all, this was proper bike riding stature. If Robin had a problems with this he could go screw himself or something. Proper, life saving posture was not going to be another starter of their fights.

Red x wasn’t sure how Robin kept going for hours upon hours or driving (besides gas stops of course. No one seemed weirded out to see either of them either… which was weird. Geez, there weren’t enough adjectives for him to use today). Conversation seemed useless, the roar of the engine killed any type of attempt of entertainment… well actually a few ideas had crossed the thief’s mind but decided against them. He didn’t want to be ditched in God now’s where Ohio… or whatever state they were even in.

The thief was almost tempted to sleep on Robin while they were moving. Would have sure been better for him but he didn’t want to deal with a pissy Robin because he “slept” while the Titans’ Leader did all the work. With an eye roll he just settled into his spot, grapping on to Rob’s waist as the leader drove them to their destination.

When they arrived in the city it wasn’t all that different from others he’d seen in his life. Busy, chaotic, but controlled. People moved to and fro as their bike rolled through the city. Robin seemed to weave around traffic well enough, that he could respect. The thief frowned, giving Robin a look that he wasn’t sure he could exactly see as they stopped at yet another station to refuel and relax for a moment.

“Dunno about you, but I can’t go into a mission straight on. I need some recon… and things of that matter. Gotta learn security and find holes in it, y’know? That’s how this works, Robbie. Thought you knew that, Boy Wonder.” A dig, he knew but he was kind of tired and hungry. He was still pissed the kid hadn’t let them at least ate. Riding a bike could be a lot of work.

“Say food, sleep, and I can get my half of the mission done. It’s how I work Boy Blunder so don’t get your panties in a bunch saying we need to leave A.S.A.P..”  Red rolled his eyes under my mask as he stretched. Limbs were achy and starting to cramp from lack of use.

Plus warm food and a nap sounded really, really good right now.

[redboywonder-blog]

It took all of Robin's willpower to not snap or lash out at Red X as the chiding began. He filled the bike up with fuel and the entire time kept his gaze away from the thief. He just wanted to get in and get out, he didn't want to scope the place out for days on end before making their move he wanted to do it now. He knew it wasn't proper, or the right way to go about it but that didn't stop Robin from feeling the way he did. 

"...So you want to get a hotel room so you can eat and sleep before we do our job?" The question was direct, Robin not attempting to hide or ask anything else out of the ordinary as it just irritated him to think that was more time they would have to waste. Still, he curled his hands into fists, gloves giving a soft sound as he finished fueling up the bike and replaced the nozzle at the pump before he moved back into place on the bike that he'd really rather not go back on. 

"...We''ll find a hotel and get a room. If Batman asks you can tell him why it took us so long." It was a dig right back at Red X but he really wans't in the mood...he was probably hungry, probably tired which would only make his attitude worse but he honestly didn't feel hungry or tired. He felt like he had to get this done-- right away. 

He felt as if he was being placed under a microscope and that this Batman was going to review him before stating he wasn't worth his time and toss him off to the side. It was stupid, he didn't want that approval but the drive was still there. Robin needed to complete the mission, and do it with good marks. A hotel room wasn't going to get him any closer to that goal. 

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Two halves | (TT)Robin and Wally

[itsnotflashboy-blog]

You make the first move, if you think you can.

Smirking at the other boy, Wally pulled on his goggles, and snapped them over his eyes. “Beauty before Age, right?” He said, and zipped around behind the Titan leader. “What a gentleman you are. But it’s gonna cost ya,’ he said, moving his feet quickly to barely skim by Robin. The speed of the wind created made his hair cover his eyes, and Wally leaned against the wall casually as he watched him move it back out again.

Deciding to show off a little, perhaps in response to the comment that the other Kid Flash was faster than him, Wally zipped diagonally, straight, circling, on the walls, anywhere, he could get his feet to embrace, he moved. And he laughed freely, loving the way the wind played with his skin and the knowledge that yes, he may not have been outside, but this was maybe just as good, and being here with this Robin, this person who seemed to be letting go just a bit, was making him laugh louder, more happily.

“Come on, big guy, show me what you’ve got!” he challenged, ducking between the other boy’s legs.

[redboywonder-blog]

There were differences between the two heroes that Robin knew as 'Kid Flash'. It was normal for that to happen, if his mirror self in this universe was anything to go by. This Kid Flash seemed to have a few more quips that made Robin raise a brow at the beginning of the battle before the kid was gone. A deep breath was taken, exhaled slowly as he closed his eyes behind that mask and forced himself to focus. To try to feel where in the room the energy was. It all happened so quickly, he had to be fast when dealing with a speedster. 

Robin was a bit too slow, a tiny fracture of a second as he heard the teen behind him and his staff had been twisted and jerked in an attempt to catch him but it made no impact. Again, only now with his eyes open Robin fought to find the kid... to keep up with his movements as he could see the blur but you had to anticipate the next move...be a step ahead. To see without letting your eyes betray you. 

The wind that pushed by him had caused Robin a slight shift in his stance, hair ruffling and he reached up to push those raven locks from his masked gaze. The speedster was toying with him and even so Robin grinned. A welcome challenge. Then the kid was off again and Robin kept his ground. He didn't move, didn't try to run because that would just be another distraction. It was only after Kid Flash ducked between his legs that Robin dove into action. A handful of smoke bombs from his belt were snagged and thrown. The movement precise as his batarangs were then grabbed and tossed here and there. An explosion went off to his left, to the right and a bit higher than he'd anticipated but Robin twisted in that smoke, swinging his staff in an attempt to locate the speedster and also try to catch him at knee level. 

He would use the smoke to his advantage, to hide in it and try to attack from within...a different approach to someone so quick on his feet.  

[redboywonder-blog]

Happy Harbor - (TT)Robin|Red X

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Jason just wanted to roll his eyes and scoff. Robin was coming through too much, he wondered if the Bat Clan just had issues with losing themselves behind the mask. He was kinda really fed up with it all at this point… seriously. This kid was a bit too… Robiny. He almost wished there’d be a not entirely messaged up kid behind that mask. Maybe wishful thinking wasn’t as good as everyone made it would to be. Though after he spoke about him being little the kid almost relaxed a and he even threw a retort that caused Jay’s lips to quirk upwards a bit.

“Na, you’re way of starting a conversation is weirder. You didn’t even know me an’ asked for coffee… and you don’t? I figured this was your way of saying you were attracted to me or are these signals gettin’ mixed up?” Lie, lie, and another lie but he was curious to hear what had honestly sparked Dick’s reasoning for asking him to coffee which turned into a weirdly date-like movie. Plus it was just another thing to know about the Grayson. The same kid he was constantly compared to for months. The same kid that made his life hell but also made it interesting…

It would be kinda weird to hear he was attracted to him — even if it was innocent at best. Jason knew he was a looker but if Robin could dig it… then he’d just won the super-villain lotto.

[redboywonder-blog]

This guy had to be a professional question tosser. It seemed like anything Dick thew his way was promptly rerouted back to him and thrown in his face to analyze. The question that did tie together his own attempt to take the guy out to coffee as well as his sexuality had Dick's cheeks heating. Even in the theater with it's lights a bit dim it was still...enough that Jay would be able to see it. So he tipped his head a bit away, a hand lifting to rub at his left cheek out of contemplation while trying to calm down. "...You saved a child. In my book that means going out for coffee." It seemed so cliche and professional which after a moment he gave a bit of a chuckle.

The sound was soft and airy, his head tipping, blue eyes looking Jay over before he offered a bit of a sheepish smile. "...and maybe I had ulterior motives. You didn't answer my question." Dick was interested, how could he not be? For once he was out in a city that wasn't his own and he didn't have to worry who saw him or who knew him in his civilian clothes. He could lead a normal life...at least enough to have a bit of fun. Every teenager deserved to have some relaxation and experimentation time. It was a normal aspect of growing up (or so every television show had taught him). It wasn't as if he lived an exactly cookie cutter normal life though either. 

Still Dick couldn't come right out and say it. He couldn't just throw out the obvious answer of 'hey buddy, I like you' because he couldn't afford to admit if he was that close to someone. It seemed Bruce's training was still an ever present thorn in his side.

[redboywonder-blog]

shag me

The overhang in the alley was meant as a bit of shelter so you could get back to the main street but there were always multiple uses to something created. His fingers slid back through green locks, fisting at the back of the teen's skull as he felt the growl reverberate against his neck before teeth sank in at the juncture of neck and shoulder. Robin's breath caught, his eyes rolled back behind that domino mask as his grip on those locks increased and his thigh moved between Beast Boy's own in an attempt to regain control of the situation. It was always a struggle. The other boy had fangs, claws which were now raking up his sides, he had a higher advantage with built in weapons that Robin lacked. 

A gasp was torn past his lips as Beast Boy leaned forward, jerking his hips against the thigh that Robin had provided, the general action filthy and perverse but the boy wonder was left in awe. The fool was toying with him, more pranks as Robin leaned back to look at Beast Boy, seeing those emerald green eyes sparkle up at him before the teen moved again and this time all of the air in his lungs came out in a rush. It was a basic move, to subdue an enemy...to twist them around and pin them to a wall. An action that Robin had done hundreds of times but he hadn't expected to have it done on him. The click of cuffs which came from his belt made him tense, twisting and finding his wrists were now cuffed behind his back and instantly the mood changed. 

Anger, irritation, a snarl of his own as he twisted and struggled while Beast Boy kept him pinned to that brick wall...face lightly rubbing on the stone and causing a welt that no doubt someone would later ask about. Then came that laugh, the typical signature Beast Boy laugh so high in pitch and so overjoyed while he felt the fangs from the other teen brush his neck again, tugging down his suit enough to get to that juncture on the other side of his neck...while his other hand was wiggling away shifting the cape aside. The ghost of chilly air over his bare hips made Robin tremble, feeling the material being moved despite how he twisted and hissed...

'Duuude....quiet down, do you want someone to find us?' 

A good question that caused Robin to hesitate...letting the other lad nestle up against him...feeling something wet and heated being applied while he gave a soft mumble...swearing under his breath as his head tipped, his heated skin meeting the cold brick...seeming displeased up until he was distracted by something else. 

'...Don't scream, okay?' 

The fangs sank in at his neck and at the same time he felt the boy behind him thrust, his body attacked in two separate ways and he couldn't decide what to focus on. His hips jerked, eyes shut tight as a cry was choked back...He huffed, a rush of breath instead while he struggled in those cuffs...feeling the nails of the shifter dig into his hips as Beast Boy set his own pace-- expecting Robin to follow. 

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Checking In : [Beast Boy | Robin(TT)]

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Beast Boy had had every intention of leaving after that, pretty sure that if Robin was really all that angry with him he could expect a door to slam in his face at any given time.  The tides appeared to shift, however, in more calm directions as the guy seemed to almost wither before him.  All of that seeming to melt away as Robin backed off and even made the motion for him to rejoin him in the room as opposed to retreating.   The request  had him pause and a brow raised, his mouth drawn in a thin line with that one fang peaked out into view as he judged the other in his current situation.  

No, he didn’t like reuqests depending on the situation. Sure for his friends he’d do requests in light hearted situations and party like atmospheres, but there were times where people made demands of him that were simply rude.   The fact that Robin seemed cautious in his asking did grant the bird points in his catagory and he took a few slow steps forward as a hand raised up and his own expression laxed. “Alriiiight.  Fine, but if ya step on me I’m gonna take up your bed as an elephant again.”  In seconds he shifted and was suddenly much smaller in size.  Tiny even.  No bigger than the palm of your hand and the slow motion of his legs were drawn out as if his muscles were made of thick goo that just had all the time in the world to take it’s new form. The little tiny tortous was making its sloooow way towards the other boy.  He was pretty sure Robin would pick him up after he got his jolly’s out of watching the slow motion.  It still baffled Beast Boy as to why, of all things, this form always got to the guy.  In any case it was a wonderful little trade secret of his to hold onto and he wasn’t about to  pass up the opportunity to brighten Robin’s evening, even if it was just for a moment.   Who knows…maybe the guy would open up a bit more instead of being so damn defensive. Maybe. 

[redboywonder-blog]

The blue blanket on his bed was soft, the mattress alone let him sink into it and really relax...almost as if someone had known that he enjoyed being able to sink into his bed. The soft squish was usually a comfort and yet as he sat there, watching Beast Boy he was uneasy. The teen could have refused, it wasn't really his place to ask and he knew that Beast Boy had his own fair share of people ask-- and do it without care. As if he was some sort of toy who would do whatever you wanted, when you wanted instead of a person. The last thing that Robin wanted was to join the ranks of those assholes. He asked because...of his own weakness no doubt. It was something that helped him relax. 

Surprisingly, Beast Boy didn't refuse and Robin appeared to visibly relax at those words-- having been expecting something quite different. When the form changed and the tiny tortoise came to be...a small smile struggled to stay on his lips. Robin wanted to will it away, to push that emotion off somewhere else but he let it wash over him. He let himself relax. Let himself give the tiny creature a small smile and when Beast Boy was close enough he bent down to carefully pick him up. Robin was careful, his fingers wrapping around that shell and respectful of those little limbs...before he lifted the tortoise up slowly. He didn't want to be too quick, he wouldn't want to hurt his friend after all. Though once he had the teen up on his bed he placed the tortoise down on the plush material with care. 

The boy wonder then merely laid back on the bed, curling slightly so he could face the tortoise. His cape fanned out behind him on the bed, arm bent up near his head to rest his face on as he peered to the tortoise and let his fingers carefully (and gently) trace over the shell...those designs and cracks. He couldn't explain it. He didn't know why this form always got him to relax and when he was in the middle of a fit of rage he would even laugh at it if Beast Boy opened his mouth and closed it. Slow as could be. A secret like of his that he didn't ever really plan to share. A soft sigh passed his lips, smiling a tad as he let his fingers trace over that shell before he reached to lightly brush over one of the front legs...curious. 

"I know...I get that I'm being unreasonable." The words just came out so easily, with his body and mind relaxed he let himself speak...trusting Beast Boy wouldn't judge him for whatever madness may have come. "This isn't our world, this isn't the Batman that I grew up with and that Robin isn't me. Everything here is different and for awhile I was struggling to believe this wasn't just another trick by one of our villains but there's too much here to be that. Then with Red X here?" The mere name made his features change. Brows furrowed, irritation and unease dancing across his skin as his fingers lifted from that leg to go back to the shell of the tortoise. 

"...I feel responsible for him. I have to make sure he doesn't mess this up. That he doesn't do anything to disgrace the Titans. If he messed up they would probably lump us all together." His voice trailed off into a mumble, sighing as he slumped more into the bed and merely reached to pick up the tortoise and move it closer to him, sharing a bit of body heat for he never thought to ask if Beast Boy got cold when he was being cold blooded...but he did it anyway-- not too terribly uncommon. When he was reviewing paperwork he'd probably touched the tiny tortoise in similar ways, his mind not fully focused...just...wandering. "...The mission with him felt like a test. I don't trust him but I need to if he's part of the team." Robin sighed, eyes shutting as he slumped more into the bed, hands moved to tug the glove off of his left hand before he tossed it further up on his bed and then bare fingertips were let brushing over that shell. 

"...I need to be a better leader." The words were so soft but so raw with emotion. He knew he was doing a shitty job, he knew he needed to grow up and get over these issues. Robin wasn't stupid-- he understood what had to be done. He just...finally needed to do it. 

[redboywonder-blog]

tease me

The fangs...had to be his favorite part. It was something that most people would have found odd about the other teen-- if that green fur didn't throw them off first-- but the fangs and claws? It was...weird. Almost a dash of too weird when it boiled right on down to Robin's sense of morals. Yet that same fact always came up in moments like this. With those sparkling emerald green eyes staring up at him-- the normal fool who joked and laughed now bound in chains as that heat cycle overthrew his life. It was even in this moment of pure animal that Robin could see the human peeking through.

The human teen that willed him to leave, that wanted him gone from his sight because in these moments that they never dared to speak of it was Robin who came to his aid. Despite how Beast Boy whimpered, the growl still evident-- a clear warning-- Robin wouldn't back down. The kid was chained up in his own room with a constraint collar which Robin had crafted  years ago but he hadn't ever asked why Beast Boy wanted one. Now he understood. With the kid's hair longer, those sideburns left untrimmed and the black claw like nails of his hands digging into his mattress, tearing out more stuffing....the way he bared his fangs in warning. 

The bird should have left. He should have turned away--flown while he had the chance. Some small part of Robin wanted to leave, but he pressed onto the keypad inside the room by the door, locking it behind him which the green beast before him merely snarled at, twisting and writhing as if he could feel Robin's body heat and maybe he could. Asking Beast Boy what it was like-- this heat-- after the fact was like talking to a wall. Robin honestly didn't know how much the kid ever remembered-- if he remembered that it was Robin who came. Robin who helped-- who took the claws, the fangs, and the bruises with silence and let this all play out because some small part of his body also itched for this release. 

They never spoke of it. Robin wouldn't know what to say if the kid ever did bring it up. He honestly couldn't remember how it all started-- green gloved fingers reached back to unclasp the cape...hearing the click and swish as fabric fell behind him. The material was then placed over the swivel chair of Beast Boy's desk...or what remained of it as it appeared part of it had been gnawed on. Regardless, hopefully this new base with their "new" team-- had spare chairs. Beast Boy's entire room would need to be discarded and replaced. Yet even among all of the damage Robin stood there before the wild teen...slowly removing pieces of his suit. Next went the belt, shifting his hips as he pulled the belt off and away...then went the gloves...nipping the tips and pulling them off slow as his masked gaze caught sight of those glowing green eyes. 

The beast had quieted down, the animal itching under Beast Boy's skin would sit patiently, the panting still wet on the air...but otherwise the creature wasn't thrashing anymore, almost as if it remembered him. Which-- this still had to be part of Beast Boy...right? The teen was still in there, the animal knew not to rip him apart...the animal was keen to his wants and maybe it just helped him get off faster if he mirrored what Robin needed? More questions he'd never have the answers to. 

Regardless, he removed the gloves and smirked just a tad into the darkness at that shadowed figure, those glowing eyes...it knew him. This side of Beast Boy remembered him and he knew it'd always welcome him...perhaps it would anyone else who approached without fear-- with that same sense of need but that would take all of the magic out of this for it was Robin that came to save him. Robin that wanted to help him. Tch, as if he thought himself some sort of just white knight coming to save the princess-- this was hardly that tale. 

He heard the animal snarl and his gaze focused, fingers hovering over his shirt as he chuckled. "Impatient? Good. I like that." The words were cocky on his tongue, enough that Beast Boy growled again, twisting, his claws tearing into something and moments later a pair of shredded jeans were thrown Robin's way. The dark blue denim landed at his feet in tatters. It had made him jump, unexpected and the shuffle of noises...it sounded as if the animal under Beast Boy's skin was laughing at him. 

The rest of his suit followed rather slowly, inch by inch, and even then he kept his black boxers in place as he wandered a bit closer to the bed...hearing the chains rattling. His boots had even been placed by the computer desk, socks too-- for he would leave this room in the same shape that he came in-- or at least his suit would. 

[gothamsworstbatmare-blog]

Beta Squad:[Robin; Red X]

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Red’s chest rose and fell, seeing seething in a bit of pent up rage that felt so God damn good to let out. Saying how incredibly immature and just overly stupid robin was being felt fantastic. It didn’t help that he knew his won either. The slow purr of the bike Robin had situated himself against had stopped as the leader gazed off into space, he was probably needing to meditate to heal that burn or something stupid in his Bat created logic that was almost enough to make the thief scowl. 

It seemed though he would obtain a winning streak. The leader kept his feelings and emotions on his face, quite easy for Red to dissect. A scowl turned into a smirk when it finally came to being that he had won. Did the kid need a bit of ice for that burn? Probably, but he wouldn’t risk having to yell again. Yelling wasn’t his thing.

“Glad you see my point.” Red X’s robotic voice couldn’t hide the smug twist of his words as he moved, tossing the map as Robin’s head before slipping onto the bike. He knew how to carry himself on the piece of mechanic art.

Robin should have known himself lucky at this point. Red X could fix any problem their bike would have. Hopefully that would foreshadow the events to come with hope and good news and not the steadly bad feeling that was starting to seep into their dynamic.

“What are you waiting for Christmas, Chuckles? Hop to it.” Red X  stated in his mock leader tone. It felt great… But he wouldn’t push it. A certain bird could be a huge thorn if he wanted to be.

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Robin waited for Red X to get on the motorcycle before he revved the engine back up....the sound of her roar cutting off into whatever it was the thief had tried to quip off. Something about waiting or-- whatever before Robin snagged a helmet nearby and pulled it on over his head, tossing one lazily to Red X after a moment as they were merely hanging nearby. He didn't ask, didn't tell the other to put it on but hoped it'd be clear what he was indicating. He honestly didn't think he could make it more clear if he had actually drawn it out. Once the helmet was pulled on and the visor lowered he drove out of the garage in a blur...heading off at top speed. Destination? Chicago. 

It took hours-- and even then he didn't switch off with Red X. He didn't want another person driving and messing up the route-- as bad as that sounded. Of course he didn't tell the thief his reason for wanting to be the main driver. It was about a seventeen hour trip with no breaks-- maybe eighteen considering the stops at the gas station. Despite Robin's previous plan to stop at a hotel for the night he didn't-- he drove straight on through and only when they finally entered Chicago did he let the bike coast to a stop at yet another gas station...the boy wonder's form tense...his mood right up there with totally ape shit pissed due to how tired he was and how his stomach was grumbling but the sooner they got in the sooner they got out-- and once this was done? Then they could go home. 

Perhaps they could even get a hotel room on the way back and just sleep. That would be a beautiful thing. "...Your turn. You find the building." He didn't want any part of it...he'd gotten them to the city and that was that. 

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Happy Harbor - (TT)Robin|Red X

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Jason had never expected Dick to be so readily able to agree with him at points. He was almost convinced the leader would have fought him for his opinion to be right until he was blue in the face. Obviously, Dick was a lot more compliant with knowing everyone didn’t have to believe in the way of the Bat (Or bird in this case?). At least the kid could be normal, Jason never knew normalcy… was this even normal? Was anything about this situation even normal?

He didn’t know. He’d have to ask Artemis.

Jason couldn’t stop the smirk on his face when Dick said the words with such a delicate way of thinking… It was adorable. A puppy must have been Dick’s soul animal, not a Robin. Batman and Puppy? It took his all not to just snort at the thought of Batman and Puppy.

“It fits. You don’t back down and your attention needy. It’s cute. It fits you.” Jason didn’t just say that, did here? Calling Dick cute was crossing his metaphorical ‘That’s Robin we don’t mess with Robin without a mask’ line but he honestly couldn’t help it. The words just tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop it.

And one thing Jay didn’t do above anything else was regret. He wouldn’t regret the words, hopefully Dick wouldn’t find them too insulting. When the kid just bounced back and even attempted to flirt back—that was a surprise. He tried not to let the shock take him completely over though. He just threw back a reply.

“You are little,” Jay was in fact younger and taller. He wondered if the Boy Wonder would have even cared to wonder if he’d grow taller. Maybe it never bothered him, “And who says boys can’t be cute either? I don’t judge.”

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Well now, he hadn't expected some guy he just met on the street to start making assumptions that involved him. To talk about how he was attention needy? For a split second that stubborn streak in him rose up-- the part of him which made 'Robin' such a strong leader-- unwilling to back down. It also had caused more than a fair share of fights between himself and Cyborg. He didn't require attention. He didn't need it. If anything he was completely comfortable having none at all and working from the shadows-- but who was this guy to judge? Who could honestly judge another man's personality just by sitting beside them in a movie theater? 

It was possible but not a statement he cared for. It took a fair amount of focus to keep the expression of distaste from crossing his features. He kept himself calm, almost too calm-- reserved as those walls went back up to block him off from any sort of meaningful conversation. Beast Boy had once told him having a heart to heart was like walking up a hill, in four feet of snow, in a blizzard. It was basically one step forward and three steps back. He probably had the Batman of his world to thank for that-- and once again his own thoughts returned back to the Batman. The mentor he had idolized and within moments he shut that train of thought down. His blue gaze focused back to Jay. 

"Little?" The word came with a brow raise, his blue eyes suddenly changing course, shutting down the 'Robin' aspect of his mind as he fought to keep himself from taking anything too seriously. To relax. To play around, have fun, do whatever the fuck he wanted to do because he simply could. This reality wasn't theirs...what could be the harm of a bit of fun? "...You're just tall." A real winner of an argument there as he gave a soft huff, gaze drifting to watch a few people leave the theater, aware that the masses were trickling out which was steadily beginning to leave the room more vacant. Yet neither of them have moved to leave yet-- so he didn't jump the gun. Dick stayed in his seat, his blue eyes drifting back to Jay as he gave a bit of a cocky smirk. "...Boys are cute? Weird way to start a conversation-- do you bat for both sides then?" The best way to ask-- of course it came out a bit stilly and he felt a bit stupid for it after the words were said. 

What would it matter to him if the guy liked guys or...girls? A weird thing to actually bring up...as if he cared. 

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((OOC-- We need this.)) 

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This fool knew he was onto something as soon as Robin started to withdraw himself.  He could sense the anger and the tension in the room instantly spike and he knew  he had crossed a line when those words were practically seethed in his direction.  Yea, he probably made things worse but he was hoping that if he made them worse now it would pass quicker in the mean time.  He didn’t respond right away either as he watched the other glare at him and his own expression flatted moderately.

“You know I’m right, and I have a point.  The least you could do is act like a decent person about it.”  He stepped back, having said what he wanted to say.  Here he was working his ass off to try to fit in and make sure that he could get along with everyone here and Robin was just doing everything in his power to almost ensure that they would /never/ have the chance to work well with one another.  The two teams and realities had potential to be extremely valuable to one another…Beast Boy just couldn’t understand why Robin wasn’t being his logical self int he regard with that fact. Maybe he had pushed too hard…or maybe he should have pushed harder.  He’d think more on it later and try again if Robin didn’t wise up.  Most likely from a different stand point..but he wasn’t going to fully give up on the guy.  Not when Robin never gave up on any of them. 

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It was his own fault. Robin hadn't wanted to talk about it. He didn't want to discuss Batman or his relationship with this world's Robin even if it was childish. He disliked the man in his world and he wasn't about to try to become close friends with the one here. Even if part of him may have been curious on if that was an option he knew it wouldn't work-- he wouldn't be able to get the words out. To say anything to the guy that would have been personal. He wouldn't be able to ask any questions without stumbling. So it was easier to do nothing at all. 

He did know Beast Boy was right which just made this all even worse. The kid stepped back into the doorway and that was enough for Robin to step forward towards his bed and turn, arms crossed over his chest as he fought to contain the weird outburst of emotion and keep everything contained. So much for all of that calming meditation. In a few mere moments he had lost his grip-- he had let the anger slip out and now it was just churning inside of his belly like some great beast. He hated this place if only because it showed him what he could have had. 

It was all just odd. Plus the involvement of Red X and the mission they had shared? That didn't really help matters either. The thief was present as if he was to be trusted and that wasn't something he needed to have to deal with. He didn't want to have to watch Red X's behavior because he could potentially do or say something to shame the Titan's (even if the guy wasn't one he somehow felt that they would be blamed). They needed this to work at least until it was all resolved. 

A sigh passed his lips, Robin visibly losing that cold standing, taking a deep breath and exhaling as he sat back on his bed and looked to Beast Boy. The expression was different, less guarded...almost tired. Defeated would be the proper term. This was Beast Boy. The guy was his friend-- a Titan he trusted. He didn't...need to clam up in front of him. It was just the situation, the people. Robin couldn't help himself. He lifted his right hand, making a motion as if to gesture the shifter back within. "...Can you..." He felt stupid, he felt the heat creep up his neck and dance across his cheeks because he always hated asking but...the fool would understand. 

"...do the thing? I know you hate requests." Yet he didn't take back his question. It was stupid, and silly but there was that one weakness of his that always came out when Beast Boy turned to that one stupid little creature. It was rude to ask but maybe...he missed the late sessions in the T-Tower living room as he went over information only to trace his fingertips over the delicate crevasses in Beast Boy's shell. He never thought to ask which part of the kid actually became the shell, like...what it felt like. Robin just knew it helped him think and it was an odd bond they shared-- sort of as a boy would have with his dog. 

...Not that he'd ever phrase it that way. 

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Happy Harbor - (TT)Robin|Red X

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“I wouldn’t classify this as a horror movie. I’d just call it boring. It was geared to be something scary but turned out to be a flop. Blair Witch Project? That was an amazing piece of work considering the lack of work put into it. This movie had a large budget, probably, and did little to know to impress me.” Jason was a picky movie goer, he honestly was. He couldn’t sit still for that long without wanting to plan a heist or something. A movie needed to be jumpy, eye catch, and attention keeping to make him a happy camper.

But Dick seemed to enjoy it at least a little bit and he couldn’t find himself going through it again… unless Dick asked him to. The thought bugged him but he pushed it away, that would be something else to think about later.

“Honestly? You’re the only reason the movie would be worth seeing. Your face is priceless.” Jay smirked a bit smugly before standing and stretching out his arms. He hated being cramped, “You’re eyes light up and you face just get so eager to please. Has anyone ever told you you look like a puppy? It’s kind of…. adorable.” The words felt weird in his mouth but he wouldn’t take them back. In the end Robin, Dick in a sense, was a lap dog for Batman and his team. The comparison seemed natural to make.

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There had to be some good in the fact that neither of them could really classify the movie as a horror movie. Granted they had separate opinions which most people did-- and with that Dick kept his mouth shut and simply let the odd normality of the conversation wash over him. As if this was really a big deal-- as if the movie would later matter or their opinion in general really. There were far greater issues out in the world but the concept remained that people every day found situations like this to be their highest struggle. The best battle to be won.

Which led to the question of what would his life be like if he was just...normal? Granted growing up in a circus environment wouldn't have allowed him a normal life but this? This wasn't much better. He found it difficult to trust people and even a simple discussion over movies was...oddly quaint to him-- much in the same manner that a white picket fence and beautiful home would be to a man who had everything. His view of the world was just...bigger. It was big enough that the movie really didn't matter and the entire experience was just odd. 

Robin found himself focusing in on Jay, watching the way his lips moved as he spoke-- the way those oddly greenish blue eyes seemed to show an expression of mirth-- as if the teen had something to be amused over. Perhaps he...was amusing? Dick hadn't ever really thought to ask someone who knew him in his civvies and even then it would be a very odd conversation. "A puppy?" The slight smirk, the gentle laugh which passed his lips as he reached to lightly brush a hand through his hair-- a bit uneasy or unsure of himself given the gesture. "...I might have heard that a time or two before?" 

Loyal like a stupid dog-- that one. Always nipping at his master's heels. Constantly chasing after Batman's shadow...oh the taunts went on and on. It seemed dog references came naturally after they had played any bird reference they could (aka 'sing for me', 'fly on home' or what not). The memories weren't fond, no doubt because of the man he had followed but this one didn't seem nearly as bad. Being adorable was...kind of a compliment. It wasn't one that Robin would have accepted but Dick? Well he didn't really mind. 

"...But you make it sound  bit nicer, adorable? I thought only little puppies or girls were adorable?" A bit of teasing mixed with curiosity. When it came to being a flirt Dick was probably far worse than his counterpart in this world. As if he had some sort of clumsy charm. 

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Beta Squad:[Robin; Red X]

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Red X didn’t missed the narrowing of Robin’s eyes. Something didn’t bode well for him. He knew how easily words could upset and cause the kid to shut down. Maybe he should have made the kid figure out something so obvious but he wasn’t a guy to just sit and wait for someone to get on the uptake. Was Robin seriously just that— Okay, now that kid had a different plan. Did the teen vigilante always have to be right? Apparently so. He almost wondered what possessed Batman to even team them up. Their personalities clashed to much. And honestly? Red wasn’t the soldier type.

“Seriously? That’s your grand plan? All your doing is wasting time. You have no idea what this mission holds at stake for me. I’m not going back into that room with Batman again, do you hear me Robin!” Red X wasn’t a yelling kind of person but it seemed like that was the only way he’d ever get a point across the moronic, pig headed kid. It was a wonder why Batman hadn’t tried firing the teen vigilante sooner, then again he did have to train the replacement… and look at the swell job he did there.

“You have no idea, you’re thinking of yourself purely. Do you honestly think I’d mess up a heist? You think I’d mess up what I love doing because of some deep rooted spite against you? Okay that probably wasn’t the best retort but you’re freaking stupid to think I’m going to do something ineffcient because you had problems sharing a bike. We’ve done this before, have we not? Do you not remember? I’m not going to let us get below perfect marks no matter what you think.

“I’m not going back into the room with Batman and that green skinned guy just because you have issues with not being the leader of a mission. I gave you that, I didn’t fight you for it but if that’s what it’s going to take to not have everything I am ripped from my mind again then I’m going to do it. Robin, you’re following my orders and you’re going to like it.” Red hissed out, dropping his tone to a nasty snarl. He had no idea what the kid’s issues were. He had more than proven his ability to play nice with the Titans. Why was everyone suddenly snapping at him like he hadn’t proven to them he could play hero? Just because he didn’t like it didn’t mean he couldn’t do it for a greater good; the greater good being himself of course.) He already dealt with this with Raven, he didn’t need this from the self proclaimed Boy Wonder.

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Robin hadn't had the intention of being cruel but sometimes it just...happened. Sometimes what came out of his mouth wasn't anything that he wanted to deal with-- he said things (mean things) to his teammates or to people he knew because his first instinct was to lash out. Since becoming leader of the Titan's he had gotten better-- he had begun to learn but...it still happened. It was entirely possible that he had been cruel to Red X in his tone and explanation but he honestly hadn't expected such a reaction from the thief. The youth before him going off in the robotic voice which disguised anything personal from view...but the words themselves were personal. 

The new tone, the order in those words had caused a shiver to run up his spine-- even if he wouldn't ever admit to such a thing. His fingers on the bike relaxed-- feeling the bike's rumbling engine die. Which left the two of them in silence, Robin's gaze visibly shocked...uneasy judging by how his brows had furrowed a few moments after but he was quiet. His lips weren't in quite as clear of a line-- it seemed he was now trying to figure how to properly handle this. With Cyborg when they clashed it usually ended in an argument with both parties stalking off or sometimes he would give even that tiny bit of ground...so the other man had something to stand on. Something to help show he was worth his salt. 

With this he didn't know what to do. He didn't know if he should follow this hiss of orders or if he should struggle. His instinct screamed to struggle. Ever since his time as Slade's apprentice he came to dislike being told what to do even more-- now not only did it remind him of the Batman but also the man that had haunted him in Jump City. Yet Red X was neither a friend nor an enemy. He hadn't ever really betrayed him-- acted against him and been a step or two ahead? Sure. The guy had even been helpful when that darn briefcase of his had been stolen and up for grabs. Red had sacrificed his spot in the race which had allowed him a chance to get that case back. He had trusted him then-- even for the few seconds that they had shared the bike.

Yet this would be hours. Then back. Plus the mission. There was just a high amount of chance involved that Red X would do something to throw off his game. It was one simple thing that the thief had said which caused him to hesitate, that statement regarding things being torn from the mind. The interviews no doubt...and even if he didn't agree? He found himself caving, the struggle clear on his features before he sighed and jerked his head. "...Let's go. We're wasting time." It was all business but he clearly wanted Red X to get aboard the same bike so they could head off to Chicago. If he died in this reality maybe he'd wake up back in his own or something--not that he was fully certain Red X would kill him. If anything the guy would probably try to pick a fight but killing? That seemed a bit excessive even for the thief. 

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Beast Boy flinched just the slightest bit as the other lashed out.  He watched the way Robin moved and as he seemed to think in contemplation before finally responding with the last bit.  His face scrunched up and he was unable to help himself for what he said next.

“Dude, the Robin here?  Not a bad guy and he hasn’t done anything wrong to you or around you.  You two come from two completly different realities where different things have happened.  Imagine the differences you two have and the different moves and skillsets you may be able to share.   Similar fighting styles, different tactics, you two should be broing it up, not avoiding one another.”   It was how he felt on the matter at least.  Like when Robin met Speedy and they had huuuuge similarities but were two completely different people but still were able to fill in gaps.  Why was this any different?  This was a great opportunity, even if it was merely by chance. To pass it up didn’t seem like the best thing to do and Beast Boy knew that if he had the opportunity he would meet himself in a heartbeat to find out where they varies and if they could help one another out. “You shouldn’t lug him into the same category you put batman just because he still works with the guy.  Whatever issues you have? They aren’t his fault.”  He knew he was crossing a line.  Robin didn’t talk about their batman all that often, but he had a few times in the past.  He had said enough that everyone knew that he had a sharp dislike for the guy and that it wasn’t something you were suppose to bring up in conversation.   Not to mention the fact that there had been that briefcase full of information regarding the fact that Robin was Batman’s son.  No, Beast Boy didn’t know who either of them were outside of their masks, but he knew enough that it was touchy as hell. For that reason though, he was willing to risk saying what he did because he had a guess that it was something that Robin was already dealing with.  Might as well get it in the open.  Besides, the other Robin was a fuckin’ nice guy from what Beast Boy could tell. 

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Robin didn't want to hear it. Beast Boy might have just been onto something-- he might have had a point when it came right down to the fact that the two Robins could share tactics. It would have made sense to seek out this other, younger kid and see what he was capable of before doing an exchange of information. They were fairly wise words coming from the green shifter in front of him. But that didn't mean he liked it-- or that he wanted to talk about this. 

It was that simple name on Beast Boy's lip that caused Robin's temper to spike. That bit of understanding as Beast Boy could see the situation without the haze of hatred and frustration flawing his gaze. Yet Robin couldn't see it-- he couldn't see through the hurt and anger which clouded his senses thus marring his judgement. His reaction was only to be expected. His hand reached out behind him to brush the lock on his door, the keypad sensing his touch and soon enough those metallic doors slid open. 

Robin's gaze didn't leave Beast Boy, his eyes narrowed behind that mask and lips drawn in such a way it was quite clear he was displeased. "...Get out." He wasn't asking, he wasn't nicely shooing the shifter from his chambers but the order was in those words and quite serious. He wanted Beast Boy to leave. He didn't want him to come back and right now he didn't care if he ever came back. He didn't need to have someone else telling him how to handle a situation-- least of all the team's fool.  

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After visiting the Wayne manor in this reality Robin's settled on the fact that Bruce has far too much money....and similarly can't seem to understand why he would need a statue of Superman. 

He probably doesn't want to know-- and just isn't going to ask. 

((I'm sorry gaiz, I couldn't help it. MamaBats-- Bruce needs like six of these in this world. I don't even know.)) 

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Happy Harbor - (TT)Robin|Red X

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The movie was mind numbing and very, very stupid. It held the same story line that every movie had. Good over evil (he guessed the killer four minutes in), which the stupid hot blond dying first, token guy shot, and the dude that gets his throat cut in a weirdly way too thought out process. 

Seriously, Jason knew he could make a better movie just by recording a day of his life. Then again most people weren’t thieves that could get in and out of the T-Tower without even being spotted… He had taken to watch everything else in a stealthy way. More or like he’d take side glances to see if Dick was actually watching this movie or doing what he was doing. The dork seemed to actually watch it. Weird. Respect for the kid went up just a smidgen, he could give the kid props for having to deal with this crap.

Then, thankfully, the movie ended. The credits seemed to be the most enjoyable thing to watch until the kid-dork’s voice sliced through his thoughts.

“…Good triumphs over evil, only with a splash of gore. I give it a seven.”

 “…What did you think?”

“I give it a solid what-the-hell did I just watch,” Jason deadpanned as he looked at the teen next to him. At least dick seemed honestly bright instead Jason’s own dulled and bored tone/look, “Aka I hope to God this place never shows that again. If anything half the things this movie were completely fabricated.” With an eye roll and a head shake we continued on, “Lemme guess. Ten’s the lowest on your scale? Or do you just have really bad taste in horror movies?”

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Well that hadn't been the answer that he was expecting. Dick honestly appeared taken back by Jay's reply before he gave a bit of an embarrassed smile, his hand lifting to brush a few of those dark locks from his face as he snagged his shades at the same time. The shades were pulled down to lap level while he looked back over to the credits still scrolling on the screen. 

"...Honestly? Ten's the highest but I wouldn't count this as a full blown horror movie. I've seen a few really creepy films thanks to a friend of mine being into them-- and then the actual horror movies that cause you to want to avoid sleep? I wouldn't count this as one." He was actually beginning to pick the film apart and compare it to something else now. In all honesty it wasn't quite like the Japanese take of the Ring-- just as an example. When the Titan's had watched that a few years ago as a group movie get together? It had been unreasonably scary. 

Damn near terrifying-- really. A few of them hadn't slept for close to three days and even Robin's power naps hadn't saved him from the uneasy nightmares. Yet that just came back to the honest fact which he kept tucked away with his identity. He liked horror movies-- he enjoyed being scared. Some people did-- others didn't. There wasn't anything wrong with it but he wasn't about to just tell that information to Jay and try to sound totally normal. "...Was it that bad?" A glance back to Jay, appearing a bit embarrassed by his enthusiasm-- his luck the guy hated it and had to suffer through it. How great would that be?