@seeingredhood sent: "500 dollars, 7 ham sandwiches, 7 bottle of water, 4 pairs of jeans, four t-shirts, I'm the small size" He said slowly as he indicated the boy his terms. The pictures were safely kept. Jason was in the right alley in the right time to take the photos. "And I want a good place to sleep everyday. No orphanage, no foster homes, no social services, got it?"
Goddamn this kid, he thinks to himself. He's so torn; part of him wants to tell the kid to screw off, break his phone, steal the photos- something to prevent the pictures from getting out without the blackmail bit.
But a larger part of him hears desperation behind the demand, hears what he's asking for. This kid isn't extorting for extorting's sake: he's asking for money, food, clothing. A roof over his head, and Dick feels himself softening toward the boy even as he threatens Dick's very identity. "You sure you want all 7 to be ham?" He asks instead, an easy, teasing smile carefully placed on his lips. “Don't want to mix it up with some turkey or some chicken?"
He's thinking about the conditions placed on the housing demand; he doesn't yet have the money to pay for a place for the kid to live, not without Bruce or Alfred noticing. He gives the boy a once over as he nods the kid with him so they can go shopping; could he sneak him into the manor? Would this demandy little extortionist even accept that as a compromise?
