Owner	Pose
Jason Todd	When you live by yourself, you learn to do everything for yourself - or it doesn't get done. Dishes. Laundry. Grocery Shopping. Today is Laundry Day and Jason is in loose lounge pants, a ratty old blue teeshirt with a faded Springsteen tour logo on it. Standing in front of the washing machine. He's staring down into it with a frown on his face, hands on his hips. "What. The actual. Fuck!" It had been a nice day. And now? Everything is ... pink. He pulls out the load of whites now dyed pink and scowls. "... the hell..?"
Phoebe Beacon	Phoebe lives in a mansion with a butler. A butler who is ace at doing everything.     She still loads up her dirty laundry and takes her motorcycle to a laundromat to do it because the idea of Alfred having her handle her underwear made her have a Concern, which is why when she enters her code into the garage to make her way in, she wtops, wearing blue jeans and a mock-up of Superman advertising a Japanese softdrink, and she blinks at Jason and his laundry.     ". . . did... you try to wash your mask with the tighty whities?"
Jason Todd	Jason Todd frowns. He isn't bothered or upset that he has company; He has come to appreciate that more than he'd admit to most. "No" he says quietly. "Not sure what the hell ha..." "Oh god damn it! Church!" he then hollers. Reaching into the washer he pulls out a paisley bandana the sort one would attempt to dress up their pet with. "Little bastard tossed this in my laundry and I didn't see it when I threw this load in." He sighs deeply. "Figures." He starts pulling the load from the washer and tossing it into a basket. "So that's how my morning went. My cat hates me and turned all of my laundry pink to prove it."
Phoebe Beacon	"See, this is why I check my laundry before putting it in the washer. Leaving a tag with a demon's name on it once makes you also check, but that's besides the point." Phoebe glosses over her own trials and tribulations with laundry as she gives a small smile.     "Church doesn't hate you. Make a Bleach solution, one part Bleach to ten parts Water and leave it in the bucket with the clothes for like, half an hour. It'll bleach out the red. Then wash it on *cold*." she states as she goes to sit on a handy flat surface.     "Trust me. Girls know how to get red outta whites."
Jason Todd	Jason Todd grunts. "I did check my laundry. He's just a furry ninja that wants to make my clothes pink." It could happen. Listening to the advice he nods, "Yeah I understand that. It's just a pain in the ass." He moves over to the utility sink beside the washer and dryer and starts to fill a bucket in the deep sink with water. He adds in the requisite bleach next and then tosses in the affected clothes - less the bandana. "So what's got you over here other than to be amused by my menacing pink laundry?" he asks with a side glance toward Phoebe.
Phoebe Beacon	Good thing the Bandana didn't make it, though the furry cretin may deserve to lose his clothes. BETRAYAL.     Phoebe presses her lips together, and then draws her legs up a bit so she can set her chin on them.     "I needed an opinion that doesn't involve how Bruce and Tim feel about what happened a year and a half ago, because they... both have really strong feelings about my decision to move to New York for a while." she states, and then draws her arms around her legs.     "Figured I could use some non sugar-coated advice. And you're pretty much as non-sugar-coated as they come."
Jason Todd	Jason Todd finishes with the clothes and tosses the bandana over the side of the basket to drip dry as he listens to Phoebe. He listens as she explains herself. "Well. Thanks. I think." He walks over and leans on the counter near her with a faint smile. "I try to be honest. Not my fault that everyone wants touchy feely responses." A shrug. "But I think I'm getting better. Slowly." Enough about him. "I admit I don't remember a lot about all that. I had my own things to deal with around then." He looks at her, reaching up to fuss with her hair a little bit. Or to play with the braids. "So what's going on, Pheeb?"
Phoebe Beacon	"There's a distinct difference between 'touchy feely', brutal honesty, assholeism, and tact." Phoebe lilts, and she makes a face as Jason goes to play with her hair a little, her nose scrunching -- but she permits it. There's few people who can touch her hair, obviously the Bat Fam has them all.     "Soooo..." she takes a deep breath, and then just seems to wilt.     "Constantine was waiting for me when I came out of a portal back to the Curio." she states, bringing up the creepy old apartment building with the weird bar in the basement. "He's getting around to hunting down the demon that had his face." she looks over to Jason.     "The one that had Chas under his sway and adopted me. And taught me for six months. And Tim *hated* because I moved out of the Roost and into New York and Tim has better sense than I do about people, I guess." she states, and she purses her lips.     "I guess it ripped open an old wound that I thought I had a handle on. 'Cause if I join the hunting party? I can ask the questions I never got to, even with Chas. But it means there's a good chance that I might have to fight him with everything I've got. Or..."     She brings up her left wrist, with the tattoo'd on scrolling magic circle on it.     "I could be used as a weapon. Or suddenly find myself somewhere I'm not supposed to be."
Jason Todd	Jason Todd drops his hand to the counter behind her as he leans there and listens. "Constantine. The... magicy guy that's kind of like Zatanna except an asshole-Constantine?" Trying to make sure he has the right person. He tries to follow along. ...demon who had his face... .. Chas under sway and adopted Phoebe... Something something something Tim hates what he knows better than other people about and makes Phoebe question her skills. Got it. "That's a lot to unpack, Pheeb." For once he doesn't just shoot from the hip. "So this isn't my thing. I died and came back because of a lazarus pit. That's as supernatural as I get. Not counting the pineapples in my condo's fridge. Those are still a thing." "What kind of questions would you want to ask of a demon that you think you could trust the answers to?" That's the first thing that comes to mind. "And Fighting someone and freeing yourself from any influence they may have is probably not a bad thing. But you have to do it on your terms and with numbers on your side. Magicky numbers or brute force numbers obviously. Superior firepower." "And.. I guess I don't understand it all. What kind of weapon would you be used as? Or where would you be that you aren't supposed to be?" These last two are ones he's trying to reason out without feeling he has a grasp on the whole picture.
Phoebe Beacon	Phoebe takes a deep breath, and with a nod confirms -- THAT Constantine.     "He's calmed down a lot since becoming a dad. It's *weird*." she comments quietly, and then she leans her head back, her eyes closing.     "I know, it's not your thing, but if I asked Tim his response would be to stay the *fuck* away from Constantine and let everyone else handle it because the only thing that demon has brought me is a world of pain and suffering that I'm still not fully recovered from. Even BRUCE agreed that I'm not ready to fully operate on my own, you know? Because sometimes it just... it gets to me. I spent two years lookin' at the other Outsiders and being jealous. Cassie had Diana. Tim had Bruce. Bart has pretty much an entire family of grown-up Speedsters, Arsenal had Ollie as a mentor -- and I just... didn't have anyone who was like me. Until I met John. My John, who I gave up the hope of Caroline Beacon ever loving me in order to save. He tattoo'd my containment circle on me to hide me from a necromancer who was trying to track me down. He was able to use it to pull me physically from the Afterlife -- WHICH SUCKED ASS." she states, ehr voice going very loud as if she were still frustrated by it.     "... but it was also how he tracked where I was magically. And I've been afraid that he could use it to hurt me, or find me... but nothing. It's been quiet for almost a year and a half." Phoebe explains herself.     "... I'm scared of what will happen if my aura's unbound all the time. Who might find me. *What* might find me. If the demon dies, do I lose this protection? Do I lose what I learned from him?" she asks, and then she leans her head forward.     "The demon that ripped my larynx out was a mistake. I was trying to summon /him/ so that I could ask him if he actually loved me like his own kid."
Jason Todd	"I guess that'll do it. Not sure it worked for Bruce though." Calming down after becoming a father. Dad? Maaaybe Jason will hold off on that term in the present before giving it back to the man. He listens to the explanation and shows more patience than he would for, anyone really. "Sure. I get it. Bruce had Dick. And Tim. And Barbara. And I was always on the outside because I was the loose cannon he couldn't brow beat into becoming his good little soldier like the others. They learned. It was good for them." He shrugs. "I get the point. And the feeling." "So... yeah. It's all scary. I can get that. The idea of trying to face this shit scares the hell out of me. The few times I have for you have been pretty dicey feeling." He looks at her directly. "But I'm there when you go. If you want me." A shrug. "And sure, you made mistakes. Look at me. I'm hardly innocent of making poor life choices. Repeatedly." "I can't answer the questions you have on your ward or aura. I don't know how to read tea leaves from reading the crossword in the Gotham Gazette. But I'll be there to support you and help however I can, while you look for those answers and try to stop this demon permanently. That seems to be the right path to me. Having anyone out there with our number is not good." Witness Batman and Joker.
Phoebe Beacon	"... no, I don't want you or Tim or Gabby on this trip out. You guys have done enough. This is... going to be hard. And if something happens to me..." she trails off a moment, and her shoulders go slack. She lets her legs dangle off the counter.     "... this is the time where I don't want my family to see it. It could get really bad." she whispers quietly, and for a moment she looks lost, and wrings her hands a moment.     "I just had to talk it out with someone who wasn't there to see what I was like when he left."