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River Banks	It was the first time River and Rio had been in a place that had the potential to get snow that would last more than overnight. It was also cold, a little windy, and the reservoir had begun to ice over a little bit in Robinson Park.     It was getting dark earlier and earlier, but Rio insisted on staying out on River's night off. He wore a new jacket and hat, bundled up in a scarf with red threads through-out it and a pair of mittens with grippers on them (all the better for making snowballs in the inevitable snowball war he was going to have at school). His boots made crunching sounds through the frosted grass.     River, on the other hand, was a little less prepared for the cold. She had her arms crossed, wearing worn, second-hand (or worse) gloves. One thumb had a hole in it, which had been stitched back together. She was wearing a worn jacket that was missing its lining, a thinner watch cap that was stretched over her hair, probably in a messy bun, jeans and boots, and was carrying Rio's backpack from school with a hand-made Red Hood patch on it.     "Rio, swear to God, stay 'way from the water!" she calls out in warning, the paper sack from Batburger rolled up with leftovers tucked in it.
Jason Todd	The holidays are a mixed back for Jason. As a young kid, the holidays were nothing worth remembering or talking about. Since the day Bruce Wayne chose him - for reasons still not always clear to Jason - the holidays were at least pleasant. Alfred has always made certain there were proper meals, snacks and treats and that the massive Manor had proper decorations. But as a whole? The holidays could fuck the hell right off. The level of commercialism and greed demostrated by the majority of society is just sickening. Tonight Red Hood had been out to follow up on leads. Grigory the Chemist is still at large but his little kingdom is slowly crumbling. Red Hood has been making sure of that by putting the pressure on to his lackeys and pushers. Still, whoever Grigory is, he's got one hell of a sense of timing, clearing out several times just before Red Hood kicked down the door of one location or another. Between the annoyance at being too little too late again and the dislike for most of what the holidays represent, it was time to get some air. Jason parked his car at what turns out to be the opposite end of Robinson Park from where River and Rio entered. Stepping out, he adjusts his jacket and shoves his balled fists into his pockets. He's dressed warmly but not with designer labels. Just decent, durable clothing. He sets a brisk pace, intent on stalking the frustration out of himself.
River Banks	Christmas was just another day, usually, to River. Maybe this year she'd actually make her way to a Church service and hold a little candle and hope, just for a moment, that things would work out all right in the end. It'd be kinda nice. Instead she was working her stiff wrist a bit and trying not to limp as she keeps one eye on where she's walking, and another eye on the red jacket her brother was wearing, his pack slung over her shoulder as she takes a deep breath and lets it out, watching the breath fog up in the air.     Rio, meanwhile, has been taking running starts and seeing how long he can stay upright on a slick of ice. He's getting a good six feet before losing his footing and tumbling.     She hasn't spotted Jason yet, though Rio's woops and yells carry in the park well.
Jason Todd	It's hard to miss a ball of energy that is screaming and rawring as it ice surfs. Add to that the fact that sound always seems to carry farther on cloudless nights. Dark mood or not, Jason can't blame or resent the kid being a kid. Considering the parts Jason knows about it's already amazing he hasn't gotten into a gang or worse. Clearly his sister is doing all she can to prevent that. Slowing as he comes around a bend in the path, he watches the current ice surfing attempt. Somewhere along the line Rio's going to ruin a knee in his jeans, or worse. Or hit his head. Sighing in reflection, Jason sets off again, closing in on the pair. Managing to avoid Rio's Radar, Jason stops as River nears. "You know? He's never going to grow up to become the world's greatest ninja making that kind of noise."
River Banks	River jumps as Jason speaks up, and she turns to face him, brown eyes going wide, and she lets out the breath she was holding.     "Yeah, well, I'd be happy if he made World's Best Accountant instead. Safer than bein' a ninja. 'Specially in Gotham." she gives a small smile.     "You been busy. Been hearin' 'bout some guys gettin' roughed up along some old channels." she replies as she watches Rio make it to about eight feet of sliding before she calls out: "All right bud, let that one go, you're already pressing your luck hard."     "Fiiiiiiiiiiine." Rio groaans, and then looks over.     It takes him a moment, but he gives a slight wave to Jason, and jogs over with red cheeks.     "He ain't allowed to have my left over burger." he announces. "And hi, Jason."
Jason Todd	Jason Todd shakes his head, "Accountants end up working for all the wrong people in this city. Better he learns how to draw and becomes a comic book artist." Is he serious? The faint smirk barely visible in the shadows suggest he is not. "Gotham U has a really great aerospace program. And Computer Science. Not sure about ice surfing. If it's offered I doubt they award scholarships for it." A shrug, "I've been working in my garage. I'm an upstanding citizen who pays his taxes." In other words, Prove It. Which is easy enough considering Red Hood has been seen at various locations. And she knows it's him. It was worth a try. "Rio. How're you? Taking care of your sister?" A measuring look is aimed at him, then at River before he pulls his left hand out of his coat to offer the boy a fist bump. "Don't worry. I already ate. Your midnight snack is safe."
River Banks	"But it's safer work than whatever the hell I'm ending up doin'." River counters. And at the mention that he's been hanging in his garage, River just gives a small, knowing smile over to Jason. Of course she can't prove it was him. But hey, it gives two things: she still has contacts she hears from, and obviously she's not outing Jason any time soon.     "Well, TRYING TO but you know her. Always in trouble." Rio signs like an old man, but he gives a fist-bump back to Jason.     "Says the kid who I had to bail outta gettin' a detention at Gotham Academy for forgettin' his math homework." River replies.
Jason Todd	Jason Todd glances over at her looking uncertain what she means. "You can do whatever you set your mind to River. Same as him. You may have to work harder. I hear old age affects memory retention." Shots fired. Fist bumping Rio, Jason nods. "Well it seems like you're doing a good job." A nod of approval is given to Rio. "Math can be boring. Until you figure out the worlds it can unlock. But it isn't for everyone."
River Banks	River looks over to Jason, and very maturely sticks her tongue out at Jason. "Luckily Ah'm younger than you." she states smartl. And she gives a small smile.     "I'm *good* at Math. And Technology. I managed to figure out how to unlock River's secret cellphone and reprogram the Crime Dolphiiiiiiii--" Rio cuts off in the late way that kids have when they realize that they've blown their cover and that the adults aren't as dumb as the kids think they might be.     River's eyebrows draw up.     "Rio, that is not okay to mess with those things. An' less okay ta talk about it real loud, bud." River states, and crosses her arms. "You're grounded."
Jason Todd	Jason Todd smirks at the shots fired back. Looking to Rio, the first part is good to hear. The second? Jason looks like he just watched a player drop the ball in a game. "She's right. You weren't using your internal dialogue, evil genious. Now you're busted" he grins. "But think of it as a teachable moment."
River Banks	"You mean like how River sometimes looks at stuff on her actual phone and starts fussin on if J-rmmrbfff!"     River has the most wet of wet cat expressions as she brings up his scarf to muffle his words.     "Grounded two weeks. One for messin' with my stuff, two for snoopin' on my phone." she states, and then she stands up straight.     "Now, c'mon. Ah'm sure Mr. Jason's got stuff he'd rather be doin' than tryin' to figure out what the heck a crime dolphin is." Which is a Flipper RFID sensor/rewriter used to rewrite credit cards, room keys, copy RFID chip information and even occasionally a flash light. She takes a deep breath as Rio grumbles, and accepts his backpack back.     "... "... Ah'm sure you got folks you're spendin' time with. So if we don't see you before the holiday, Jason... hope it's a warm one for ya. An' your family." River gives a small smile, her arms wrapping around herself again.
Jason Todd	Jason Todd is somewhat amused. How could he not be? "Better quit while you're already two weeks behind, kid. Need to learn to think about what you're going to say, not just say it.." He offers a wink to Rio at least. At the mention of the holidays, his expression darkens a little. "Yeah. Some." Not that it's always the best of times seeing them. But he tries as much as they try. "I'm sure you'll see me again before then. I'm like a bad penny. I turn up everywhere. Usually at the wrong times." Without a word, he shrugs off his own winter coat and moves to wrap it around River's shoulders. "Cold tonight. Keep it as long as you need it. Whenever you don't, you can return it." He's wearing a long sleeve thermal top under a thick flannel so he at least has layers still. He nods, indicating he's serious. "It's also a bit cold to be walking back to your apartment. Unless you're doing it intentionally?"
River Banks	River blinks a moment as Jason removes his coat and wraps it over River's shoulders. Her nose, cheeks, and ears turn red as she blushes, losing her normally cool composure for a moment as her shoulders shrug up, and she opens her mouth, then closes it quietly, giving a soft 'thank you' -- and then she gives a huff, and she takes off her black scarf and she stiffly goes to put it around Jason's neck. "I'll get it back to you once my next payday rolls 'round an' I can get somethin' at the second hand store." she mumbles.     "Rio wanted to see if the reservoir was frozen over yet." River replies quietly, and she looks to Rio, who is approaching the edge of the reservoir to double check.     "... I'm scared he'll recognize your car." she admits quietly, looking up to Jason. "He ain't that great keepin' secrets yet. An' he'll start in on tryin' ta be a sidekick an' neither of us want that for him."
Jason Todd	Jason Todd looks at her. "You have a skewed understanding of 'Keep it as long as you need it'." He offers a nod again. He doesn't need the scarf but he doesn't protest the gesture. "It wasn't done to make you feel badly or to make you feel obligated to give it back at any time before it's necessary. I've grown up here. I have another coat." At the voiced concern that a certain nosy little nipper might put two and two together regarding the similarities between his car and the one Red Hood drives, he shakes his head, "He won't." Why so confident? Among other things, the paint and rims change colors depending on if it's in Street or Hood mode. The Street dash looks authentic to a '69 Mustang and the Hood dash is high tech and could probably put KITT to shame. Other than talking. No one needs a self aware car. That's just foolishness. That's how Skynet happens. There are enough changes and differences between modes it sits right in front of people and they don't notice. Like Superman turning into a boring Suit the moment he puts glasses on. But that is a secret for someone else to tip off. Even Jason isn't that foolish.
River Banks	"Ah got a perfect understandin' and already intended on getting a better jacket." River states. "An' you need somethin' to keep your neck warm at least." she tags on, and she breathes out.     "He's smarter than me an' I figured it out after wonderin' how many assholes drive '69 'Stangs an' get inta bar fights." River replies, and she turns to look to Rio, and then back to Jason, and then she brings her fingers to her mouth and whistles shrilly.     "Rio! Mr. Jason's bein' kind enough ta give us a ride home. C'mon, kick the mud off'er your boots 'fore we track it in!" she calls out.     And Rio seems to be very keen on not walking. He runs back to the adults.     "Sweeeeeet is it warm?"