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[Jason woke up inside the mansion, gave it all a cursory look-through, and promptly noped the hell on out of there. Ain’t nobody got time for this Wonderland theme park bullshit - especially not the Red Hood.

Of the available options, the forest seemed like the best way out, so that’s where Jason is now, trampling through the brush, snapping twigs underfoot as he mutters his complaints into the comm device:]

This would be going a lot easier if there had been any vehicles worth taking …

[The sounds of movement stop, and Jason sighs loudly. He is Officially Lost, and he wasn’t in the best mood to begin with, so he’s understandably a little tense in addressing whoever might be listening.]

All right, this is officially stupid, and I don’t have time for stupid. Got much bigger fish to fry, so I’ll get right to the point. Whose head do I have to stuff in a duffel bag to get a map of the way out of here? Tick tock, losers, answer fast – Daddy doesn’t like being kept waiting.

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Seems like a weird hobby for a kid.

[Jason certainly didn't read newspapers for updates on crime when he was a kid - he was too busy living that life.]

I have it on excellent authority that I was an extremely weird kid.

You still are a kid, sonny boy. Too soon to tell if you're extremely weird, though, but I'm leaning toward yes.

I hope I don't disappoint, pop. I'd hate to let you down.

[Whoever this kid is, he's sassy as hell, and that's a quality Jason can definitely appreciate.]

Well, I'll be sure to keep you updated, Weird Kid From Gotham.

Sure thing, Stranger Danger from Somewhere.

You can call me John Doe.

[And like hell is he gonna say where he's from.]

If we’re doing fake names, I like mine better.

And if I was asking your opinion, that might count for something.

I'm so shocked that the good opinion of some random kid you've never met from a place you've never heard of means nothing to you.

And hurt.

Deeply hurt.

Better get used to it, short stuff. Life's full of pain.

I can't express the depth of my shock and dismay.

I'll be crying into my pillow tonight as I try to comes to terms with my disillusionment.

I thought everything was rainbows and puppies.

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Dead puppies, maybe.

I bet you're a hit a kids' birthday parties.

Oddly enough, I don't really get invited to many of those.

Weird.

... Actually, I think it'd be weirder if I did get invited. Also kinda creepy.

[Wow, Tim likes you, weird sarcastic dude.]

Plus, who wants to hang around with a bunch of kids, right? They might make you eat cake or play pin the tail on the donkey or something.

Gross.

[Don't like Jason, Tim, that's a bad idea all around.]

See, the thing that people never ask is this - how did that tail get off the donkey in the first place? Was this a planned amputation, or was that donkey just in the wrong place at the wrong time?

[Too late.]

Or maybe it's an Eeyore thing. Just constantly losing that tail and not able to keep it together. Maybe it's grateful for the help.

Edited 2017-12-20 05:27 (UTC)

Or maybe it doesn't want the help. Maybe it's making a no-tail statement. Did anyone actually consult the donkey in the first place?

You know, I don't think anyone ever did consult the donkey, which is really pretty rude, now that you mention it. The poor thing's getting tails pinned all over it that it may never have wanted int he first place.

Of course, it might actually want all those tails. I guess we'll never know.

Consent is key, kiddo. Don't ever let anyone convince you otherwise.

It does seem like an important part of every relationship. Donkey or otherwise.

Well, you're not wrong, but I think that's a good place to put a pin in this conversation, because now it's starting to get weird.

["Starting." To get weird ... Jason pls.]

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