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Hey, guys! [ Wearing a pretty sweet red and blue hoodie (his uniform, as it were), Jon raises a hand to give a wave to the feed with a sheepish smile on his lips. The angle of the camera shifts after a moment, showing a decent amount of computer hardware running behind him, though the screens are a bit too far away to make out what's on them. Sitting at one of them is some other tiny nerd. ]

Robin and I uh. . found some stuff, yeah. Since most've this stuff seems to belong to someone else, we wanted to see if anyone wanted their stuff back. . ?

[ Jon gets pushed aside because he is obviously doing this wrong. ] You’re forgetting that first we will need proof of ownership, Superboy. These items could hold someone’s very life at stake and can’t be handed off to some stranger.

[ The camera pans over to where some notes and a pill bottle with it’s label ripped off rest. A hamster scurries across the table and nibbles at the tip of a page for a moment before Jon reaches a hand out and picks it up. ]

Paper isn’t good for you, Hammy-Bruce. Anyway--if either of these’re yours, and--[ Mumbles to himself for a moment, under his breath. Something something, Robin’s real rude. ]--you can prove it’s yours, I’ll come run it to you?

His name isn’t “Hammy-Bruce” it’s “Bat-Hamster!” [ Robin is heard complaining in the background before the feed cuts off. ]

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those are mine
the pills

[If you can prove it's yours, though? What the hell's he supposed to do?]

Anyone can just text that.
I am going to need a face.
And some PROOF.

[He assumes the person ripped the label off for a reason. How does he know you are not that very reason?]

Edited 2017-09-17 16:53 (UTC)

[Once he might have asked who the hell would want to claim these pills as their own? Once. But you know what? When you've got three people stealing your medication from out of your house without so much as a by-your-leave, you learn to stop asking those sorts of questions.]

what kind of proof

I don't know. If they are yours you should have SOMETHING.
Telling me what they are for might help.
Do you have a prescription handy?

i don't exactly carry it around in my back pocket dude
i have people i know who know i take them and have seen me take them

good enough?

Again still not telling me what they are.
What they are for.
Who YOU are.
Who these people are.
You are making this all seem very suspicious.

maybe i don't want to have to disclose my entire medical history to some kid

[What follows it text after text of questioning. Because this is not adding up.]

Or your name.
Your face.
These people you've just threaten me with.
The purpose of the pill.
Why you ripped you name off the label!

why does it MATTER so much do you?

Because if only the name is missing that implies the person did not want anyone knowing who's it was.

Which implies they were hiding the identity for a REASON.

Which means someone NOT the owner is trying to take them FROM the owner.

The pills were given to me and I refuse to let them fall into the wrong hands.

I just want to be sure the person that needs them gets them back.

Edited 2017-09-18 23:18 (UTC)

because i like my privacy
and i don't appreciate people smearing my problems all over the network

[JAY. DAMIAN.]

That is a poor excuse.

If you value privacy so much then you would've sent a private text message.

We could have worked out this transaction with a level of discretion.

[oh my GOD]

god i'm realy fucking sorry my panic is so inconvenient for you

From the looks of thing, it seems more inconvenient to you.

Why are you panicking?

Could it be because you're LYING?!

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( damian, pls. )

Sorry, he's a little uptight.

Edited 2017-09-17 23:49 (UTC)

look its fine

[NO NOT REALLY ACTUALLY. HE'S TIRED.]

i just don't exactly have my medical records on file here or anything
does anyone else here even take medication like that

Not that I know of.
You need them, right? Where are you?
I'll come bring them.

i have stuff from the closets but it's not my exact prescription
the original would be better

way better

will he even let you

[The answer is No. He sees you there and slaps the device in your hand.]

Stop it! We don't know if anyone else here uses these or who this person even is. They won't even show us his face and that is suspicious!

( wow thanks, damian. he keeps his grip tight on the device, turns his head to face damian. )

Yeah, but I'm going to hand them to him. And I'll know if he's lying! It's not like anyone here's gonna take me down or anything, so what's the big deal?

( he turns his eyes back to the device, and replies to tim's text-- )

I'll get it, no problem.
Where are you?

[The text was given to his device! NOW WHO'S BEING RUDE! He stubbornly holds the pills behind his back.]

The big deal is you just assuming you're in charge of the item given to me just because you have powers doesn't mean you can just take them from me. I'm going with you.

Edited 2017-09-18 00:47 (UTC)

right now?
kitchen

[He needed coffee to handle this headache.]

omw

( which is. really the only message he needs to send, because it's only about four seconds later that jon shows up in his sweet superman uniform, with damian/robin under one arm and the pill bottle in the other. super speed really makes getting around a loot easier.

he puts damian down fast enough, shifts his weight until he's back up on his feet and hands him the pill bottle, too. since damian's the one who's picky and uptight about stuff like this. )

[Oh, thank Christ.]

[...except the kid is there too. The one with a level of paranoia that might (he's gonna say might, because it's hard to tell for sure) put Jay's own to shame. Not that he's willing to put that to the test.]

[He accepts it gratefully, twisting the cap off with a deft jerk of his wrist to check at the contents a bit more closely.]

...thank god.

[Trust me, Tim, it does and when Jon just hands the pills over without so much as a heart check it just piles onto the levels of livid rolling off Damian who was tucked under Jon's arm. He let out a growl as his only warning before punching Jon in the side of the head so he'd release him.]

Get off.

[He lands on his feet and straightens up before advancing on the stranger. He points a finger just inches from the man's nose.]

If your pills are so important then don't remove your name from the damn bottle. Why would you even do that?!

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