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Jason Todd	Friday night has already bled into Saturday. Most in Gotham are asleep or are wishing they were asleep. Anyone not in either category is probably intending to commit a crime or intent on stopping those crimes. Jason Todd has unknowingly found himself between two of those categories. He has already stopped a number of crimes and is back at his garage waiting on the Red Cave fabricator to print out a new chest plate for his armor. 12-gauge shotgun slugs officially suck. Having changed, he leans against the counter in the kitchen of the garage's loft, a bottle of beer in hand. Twisting off the cap, he tosses it unerringly into the trash and takes a long swallow before sighing and resting his head back against a cabinet. Nearby, Church the Garage Cat sits nearby, staring expectantly at Jason. Jason who is ignoring that feline stare, pointedly.
Gabby Kinney	Gabby Kinney had a much more leisurely evening for the most part, having been out on an island with the rest of the JLD enjoying a bonfire, food, and the company of some sirens that had attempted to lure them into the water to feast on them. They were surprisingly convinced otherwise once they realized most of the group wasn't human to begin with, and that they also had Doritos with them. Of course... That didn't mean it wasn't stressfull in it's own right. With everything else that had been going on lately, and then that, Gabby's thoughts were keeping her up and antsy. So a quick drive around Gotham comes as she looks for trouble only to not find it. Something something someone cleaned it up already. How odd. With her path cutting by the Red Cave she ducks down to hit that little spot. It'd been awhile since she'd visited Jason. A quick communication of, 'Hey Jaybird, you in the garage? I'm swinging by.' is the most warning she gives before doing just that. The bike is parked, she dips on in, and then she heads up to where she hears some machinery going. "Jay. You got beer, right?" She calls out pulling off her helmet as she does to shake out her hair.
Jason Todd	That heads up would have been enough. If he'd had his comms online. He'd left his phone in the bathroom after showering and his mask is in the Cave some four levels below. As always, Church is the first to know that they're having welcome visitors given that the building's sensors didn't lose their proverbial shit over an unauthorized arrival. Casting an exasperated and annoyed look at the human he expected better from, the large Maine Coon cat saunters to the stairs to see if this new human would do the things humans are contracturally obligated to do: Pet and feed. And do something about the litter box because, honestly? Ew. Cats have standards. Hearing the steps on the metal stairs, Jason opens his eyes to see Gabby as she appears in the doorway to the living area. He isn't upset by her arrival and any surprise is quickly pushed aside. Looking down at the bottle in his hand he looks back toward her. "Last one" he deadpan lies. "You're not old enough to drink anyway, Gab. If I enabled you, what would that say about me? I would be a terrible human being." So terrible that he quickly drinks off the last of the bottle so she can't try and swipe it. So terrible that Church is even disgusted enough in Jason's human failings as to not even acknowledge him any longer. He has hope for this new human. She has been nice before!
Gabby Kinney	"You're terrible at lying. You're also terrible at cleaning up after your cat, what the hell Jason," Gabby mutters as she crouches down to double-hand pet scruffle the sides of Church's cheeks. "Aww poor baby I smell that awful litter, when was that changed last? He must be nose blind." Nevermind her nose is probably more attuned to what the cats is like. She can't help that. "Technically I'm probably older than you now, after I 'absorbed' my alternate timeline memories awhile back, but doesn't matter. I just like the idea of kicking back with a drink." It's about all the good that it would do for her, anyway. She goes quiet a bit as she just focuses on giving poor lonely Church some lovings, and pettings, crouched there on the floor. "So how've you been? I've had way too much going on lately."
Jason Todd	Jason Todd just stares. "I wouldn't lie to you. I like you." Well part of that is true. "I just changed his box two days ago. What'd he do, eat a whole damn cow?" he mutters. Walking over, he looks at the box in the far corner and stares into it with amazement. "Holy shit balls, Batman. Damian has a new little brother." Looking over, the smirk is barely hidden, "You what now? You absorbed an alternate self? And now that makes you older than me?" Shaking his head he mutters, "What is the world coming to? Can't even count on the younger generation to actually stay younger... Wait." He pauses and looks back to the kneeling form of Gabby. "Does that mean you're actually a Cougar now?" Zing. He walks to the 'fridge and opens it to pull out two new bottles of beer. Walking over, he offers one to her with the cap still in place. If anyone was tough enough to open their own bottle cap it's Gabby. Twisting the cap off his, he tosses it at the trash, deflecting it off the inside to clatter softly. "I've been alright" he offers with a shrug. "Trying to keep some new two-bit criminal from turning herself into a convicted felon at least for the sake of her kid brother" he notes casually like it was no big thing. "Trying to track down a drug chemist putting more bad shit on the streets of Gotham. Ol' Grigory has been able to keep a very low profile but it won't save him."
Gabby Kinney	Gabby Kinney ruffles Church a few more times while just wearing a deadpan expression of her own. Not at the mention of liking her, or even at the talk of the litter box. It was about the memories thing. Finally she cracks a smile with one final pat ontop of his head and stands. The offered beer is taken with a silent nod. A claw flicks out, and she uses it to pop the top off. Sure it might have been twist top but that worked just as well. The claw retreats, and she takes a long chug off of it before sighing. "Well, she was older. Bit less 'handy' too," she adds lifting her right hand to wiggle her fingers. "Lost it and got replaced with some techno-weapon thing. Like a Swiss army hand. I am *not* a cougar though," she adds finally allowing herself a grin to flash back at him. "Sounds about par for the course then. Yeah, I've been... damn, doing way too much. I haven't spent enough time with the people I should lately."
Jason Todd	Jason Todd watches his traitorous cat giving affection to someone new. Just wait till later, once 'Elvis' has left the building and Jason is the only one left. The little turncoat will change his tune, bet on it. Watching the claw come out to be abundant overkill to the poor bottle cap, Jason sips at his own drink. "Sorry. You're now the sum of your experiences place older-you's? There's got to be some, I d'know, complex equation that has to be answered. Like dog years or something. Tim would be the brainaic to figure that all out, obviously. But I'm pretty sure the answer is that you're definitely a Cougar now." He nods for ephasis. Clearly dying once has not given him any form of actual self preservation. Walking over, he drops onto the sofa and nods. "I can imagine." Pausing for a drink he looks back to her, "And you're here talking to the likes of me?" It's asked in wonder. "Seems like Older-You needed to give you more of her experience and judgement.." another grin slowly forms.
Gabby Kinney	"Yeah, because right now Tim and Phoebe are both nursing their own wounds over stuff, and I don't need to be adding to that," Gabby points out while giving Jason a quiet one finger salute. Cougar indeed. She can only roll her eyes at that the entire notion of it. "It wasn't as if it was intentional anyway. Most of it was war-based in that world so trust me, it's not great to remember it all." Abandoning the poor kitty she heads over to the couch to flop down as well with a tired sigh herself. On his feet if he's taking up the whole thing. Hah. "Besides, you have the beer. Makes sense to stop by here. Has nothing to do with driving around aimlessly and ending up nearby," she adds with a wry grin, and a pat to his leg. "I mean, I could go visit Superboy but he'd talk me out of drinking and give me that 'I'm disappointed and/or worried' look."
Jason Todd	Jason Todd at least drops it there. The fun of teasing her over it has passed. He looks up at mention of Tim and Phoebe. He didn't know what was going on. "Haven't heard from either of them in..." he thinks and just shrugs, leaving the sentence unfinished in favor of another drink. He wasn't so inhospitable as to claim the whole sofa for himself. He has one foot resting on the coffee table that has a number of unfinished mazagines on it. National Geographic. Gamer mags. A few car mags. "I do have beer. Guess that makes me good for something after all" he says jovially. He elbows her shoulder. "Way to make an old man feel loved, kid." "I could talk you out of drinking and tell you I'm disappointed. But we've already established I'm a horrible liar."
Gabby Kinney	Gabby Kinney winces a little bit. Not at being called kid, but at not knowing what was going on. A little grin comes at the elbow and she lifts her beer to click against his a single time. "To drinking, then! And you ... oof. Might want to be careful there. It's sob-fest city." Another sip is taken of her drink as she contemplates whether or not she should tell him. Maybe a heads up wouldn't hurt? "They both got dumped. Tim very violently so if his bruises are any indicator. I think he gave as good as he got, though." It was Tim after all. "They've been having icecream binge fests."
Jason Todd	Jason Todd considers. His tone may be a little more insensitive than he means for it to but he nods and shrugs, "They'll get over it." They always do. It was a given that when things get tough, Phoebe goes to Tim anyway. Clinking bottles he nods, "Go drinking. And forgetting about Exes. They fucking suck." He then takes a swallow of beer before adding, "Probably because they didn't do either of those very well to begin with." A nod. It makes sense to him. But hey it's like what 3am?
Gabby Kinney	"Not like I have room to talk on that front," Gabby points out with a little chuckle of amusement at the thought. "Fact is, they were hurt. Are hurt. So go a bit easy on them unless they need a real boot to the rear to get going." "Also don't TELL them I told you, for crying out loud. Either let them tell you or pretend you actually managed to be a detective and figure it out on your own." A little elbow to the side is given at that along with a smirk. She knew how easily Phoebe got upset when people figured things out about her before she could tell them. There was no reason for her to get upset even more. "Oh, yeah, apparently Damian's been hanging out with Superboy some. Here's hoping some manners rub off on him."
Jason Todd	Jason Todd listens, then pauses to look at Gabby directly. "I'm an asshole, not cruel. Unless you're a criminal. They're family. I say they'll get over it because they're strong. Not because I don't care. And no, of course, I won't tell them anything. The odds they're going to come looking for my shoulder to cry on or for advice... pshh.." Shaking his head he drinks the last of his second beer and starts idly turning the bottle in his hand. "That would be beneficial, yeah." Manners and Damian. "Probably should hang around him myself for that matter" he jokes.