Red Moon

Talk Too Much

Jason stalked around his apartment for a while after leaving Clarice's office. Okay, maybe that was a bad idea, but he needed to pass the time until Dick could drop of his new helmet. And it even if the manor was only a half-hour away, Dick had the tendency to stall as much as possible with small talk around the manor until he suddenly remembers he has obligations.

It's convenient for Dick and inconvenient for Jason.

Regardless, Jason busied himself by cleaning his guns, checking his bullet inventory, and downloading whatever survived on his old helmet to his computer. The memories of the night before brought a strain to his body, as if even thinking about the fight pressed on his bruises. He tried very hard not to think about the fact Moon saw his face. Granted, it was technically 25% of his face, but still. She probably saw Jason's hair too now that he's thinking about it. The vigilante had to calm himself and reminded himself that hair color and 25% of a face didn't  add up to her discovering his identity.

Jason wondered if Moon would be repulsed by that fact he's technically undead.

A knock at his door broke him from his revere. Out of habit, Jason cocked the gun he was holding.

"Jesus, Jay-bird, take a Valium." A vice called from the other side.

Jason sighed in relief and rolled his eyes. The door jostled open and a man with black hair and wearing a blue tracksuit entered the pristine apartment.

"You look like you've join the Russian mob, Dickie." Jason snarked, flipping the safety on on his gun and dropping the weapon on the couch.

Whatever clever retort Dick prepared was lost as soon as he saw his younger brother. "And you look like you got beat by the Russian mob. What happened last night?" He asked concerned.

Jason rolled his shoulder in a shrug. "I fought someone bigger than me." He said bluntly.

Dick scoffed good-naturedly. "Story of our life."

Jason smiled at his brother and inspected the new helmet. Dick walked around the couch and leaned against its back, carefully watching his younger brother's face.

"So how many were there?" Dick ask, finally looking down to the carpet.

Jason sighed and looked to his brother. "Three. I had help."

The acrobat raised an eyebrow. "Roy?"

Jason shrugged and moved his gun into the side table. "Nah, new vigilante."

Dick looked confused and straightened up instantly. "Bruce doesn't have new vigilantes on radar." He said curiously to himself, stroking his chin.

Jason hummed and placed the helmet down next to the gun on the couch. "Don't feel too bad, Dickie. I didn't even know she was on my turf until a few nights ago. Chick is seriously on the down-low, Buddy hardly knew anything about her."

Dick raised a eyebrow at his brother. "Is she cute?" Jason scoffed and pushed Dick so hard he flipped on to the seat of the couch. Dick laughed loudly as he expertly rolled off gracefully. "Aw, you're so red, Jay-bird! She must be something special, huh?"

"I need her to help me with the distribution of that weak-ass Bane steroid. She had her own investigation before and it could help me."

"Why don't you ask for her research?" The elder said, walking to the kitchen, no doubt searching for cereal.

Jason followed to make sure his predecessor didn't make a mess in his military-grade clean kitchen. "Tried that. Didn't go the way i was hoping. We're gonna work together for now on until we get answers."