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Tim Drake	The Old Pumping station is full tonight, but not of water to and from the Reservoir. Speakers surround a makeshift stage made of metal pipes and hastily hammered wooden planks. From the ceiling and walls, various lights that strobe, blink, flash, and spin have been set up. A pair of generators being fed a never-ending supply of cheap gasoline are outside the builsing, with definitely not OSHA-compliant cables and lines running inside to the stage and sprawling out from there in tentacles of duct-taped disarray. On the stage, non-matching DJ equipment is mixing up soul-pounding basslines and heart-hammering hits. There's only one way in and out (fire marshalls would be furious), and the front door has a handful of the Bodega Boys gang taking money for entry. It's one-way. Leave and want to come back? Pay again. And it's not a small dollar amount either, but it's all you can drink inside, and it's not like underground raves check IDs. Along one of the side walls is the drink station. There are stacks of cases of bottled water for hydration (always important, fam), but the main interest is in the seven bright orange plastic barrels behind some shoved-together tables stacked high with bags of Solo cups in a variety of colors. A half dozen Bodega Boys (and girls) ladle out their offerings to the crush at the table, each plastic barrel labelled with a half sheet of posterboard with personalized, pretty Sharpie'd names:     1) ScReWdRiVeR     2) Cape Codder     3) 7 and 7     4) Clown Punch     5) Woo Woo     6) New Jersey Iced Tea     7) Bloody Orange 'Rita If you aren't sure what are in any of those drinks, that's fine. It's likely none of the press of teens and twenties at the makeshift bar do either, but that hasn't stopped them from calling out requests. The largest, cleared out area of the old pumping station has turned into a dancefloor, and since the music and lights are already going, the dance floor is fairly full as well with bodies moving, twisting, and grinding. Besides that, the old building itself still has plenty of rusting large pipes and giant reservoir tubs, the better for more clandestine deals and dealings. (There's a lot of grinding involved with most of those, too.) Scene DJ: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/38vr7NgHsawYgbZfufd2Pc?si=EicV6qCCSGCKpfVh6oIEEg
Tim Drake	Tim Drake doesn't look entirely comfortable in his own skin. He's wearing a pair of the oldest jeans he owns, dark-colored and slightly paint-splattered from working on tiny models, his hair is mussed more than usual, and he's in a neon blue-and-black colorblocked tank top and sneakers. It's not the clothing, though, it's the noise: he can't understand why GCPD can't hear this all the way across town. Rose has said it would be loud, but he wasn't quite expecting this. He's relatively laid back however, as he flips a pair of hundred dollar bills at the gang member taking the toll fees for the night. "Ain't got change," the guy smirks at Tim. $75 cover for the night was not cheap, but for anyone coming in was worth it. Tim snorts. "Do you know who I am?" he says dryly, imitating Bruce at his finest playboy. Rose on his arm does kind of help him with this... almost farcical bowing up. The gang member rolls his eyes. "No, Dipshit. Move along like everyone else." His buddy elbows him. "No no, that's one of the Founder family princes," he cackles. "Slumming it, rich boy?" Tim plays along with a snicker. "Everything is slumming it for me, guy. But I'm paid up, me and my girl. Keep the change, and let me in." The gang members both snicker and getsure for him to pass them, which he does. Damn, but it's loud. "All right, where to first?" he feels like he has to yell to be heard over the music, but it's not like they're talking anything that can't be overheard. He lets Rose lead the way for the moment.
Rose Wilson	White-haired, eye-patch girl is gone for the night. Between when Tim mentioned the rave, and it was time to go out she went out and bought temporary dye, and tonight her hair is bright, neon oranges and yellows. It makes her stand out under normal circumstances, and if the goal wasn't to blend she probably wouldn't go out of her way to stand out. But tonight, she's playing the part. Neon hair that is styled so that it drapes over her eye like Veronica Lake, and mostly conceals the eyepatch. A miniskirt, Converse All-Stars in deep indigo, and a blue sports bra along with cheap plastic jewelry meant to flash and glow in blacklights, and if anyone dared pat her down, they'd probably find a few small knives tucked away, and one of those bracelets a garrote wire instead of elastic. Inside she doesn't bother verbally answering Tim, instead she draws him towards the bar, because again. Fitting. In. Plus, she wants a drink.
Dick Grayson	Dick had gotten the memo to check the rave out, but he at least he was taking it pretty casually. He had done a couple of undercover jobs hitting up illegal raves like this for information and so he was able to dust off at least some parts of his attire for it. Admittedly, it is not his usual scene, and he does what he can to blend in, t-shirt, jeans, and acting casual enough to avoid attention, simply paying the entry fee and coming in, giving Tim and Rose a nod. The eldest Batling's first order of business is to get a bottle of water, which is easy enough, as this place is going to dehydrate him soon with the heat and humidity. Dick's posture is pretty relaxed, as he eventually gets the right feel for the night, seeing Tim and giving his little brother a raisesd bottle of acknowledgement, not having seen Rose yet, and not knowing that she had changed her hair color.
Jason Todd	Jason looks at the party and the party goers with detachment and disdain as he hits up the door after Tim and Rose. He'd been to these sorts of things before in Germany, one of the teachers Talia had set up for him loved them, Jason did not. Still he knew what to expect, so he'd ditched the jacket a blue and white patterned tank top that emblazoned with the words: I Used to Sleep, threw on some athletic shorts with a trippy nebula pattern on them and traded out combat boots for a pair of white kicks. Like Rose he had the usual cheap glow in the dark jewelry, and to finish off the look he tucked his hair into snapback that matches his shorts. There's no banter with the Bodega Boys at the door, just hands over the money, eighty all in twenties, as he sizes them up for weapons and overall capabilities, before slipping inside and like their shadow, following Rose and Tim to the bar.
Conner Kent	Conner has been in raves a few times. But mostly as Superboy. Today he is kind of disguised. Black jeans, matching sneakers, a white and black shirt on swirling patterns and a matching headband. He paid the $75 with the due grumbling and reluctance of actually paying 80. No one recognized him, because no one expects a half-Kryptonian in a Rave in Gotham. Those things just don't happen. Also, he expected better music. No wait. The music is okay, it is the acoustics that are crap. Must be all those rusty pipes. He keeps an eye on Tim and Rose, and plays the game of 'find the people who is armed here' which is not as easy as it could be due to the chaotic situation, the large crowd and the lack of good light. He heads for the bar too, because with a drink he would blend better. Yeah, that is his excuse.
Tim Drake	It's not hard to push their way to the front of the 'bar', and when they get there, Tim eyes the options. He almost calls out for water, but one look at Rose and he inwardly sighs. //Fuck, those are some dumbass drink names,// he mentally laments to himself. But he raises two fingers, and calls out, "A Jersey Tea and the 'Rita!" The called for drinks are handed to him quickly, the tea in a bright neon yellow cup and the rita in a neon blue one. He offers them to Rose to pick, while getting a half whiff of them as he holds them out. New Jersey Tea looks and smells like some cheap variant on a Long Island, but the pungent, juniper smell of gin is far more prevalent than it otherwise would be. The Rita is reddish-pink but citrus and (likely cheap) tequila are clearly abundant. No salt. Once she takes her pick, he takes a swig of the other, making a slight face. He glances towards some of the dark areas beind the pipes and such, making a mental note to check them out later, as he extricates them from the immediate crush around the bar. "That can't be sanitary," he notes.
Rose Wilson	Once upon a time, Rose did say don't drink anything from open containers. But, guess what? That rule was only supposed to apply to Tim. She grabs the tea from him, taking a quick swallow from it as she lets him steer her away from the bar, looking around them and out into the crowd as they go. When she spots one or two people she knows, there is no reaction though. Letting everyone blend as they want to.
Jason Todd	Jason too hits up the bar, ordering a 7 and 7 since it was the drink he felt the least dumb ordering by name. He takes his drink then looks at the volume of stupidity packed in around him and downs it in one go before saying to the guy at the bar. "Hit me with another, man. Gonna need it." Once he has his (second) drink he goes to find a spot to play spot the scumbag from and hopefully get out of here before the music and the heat splits his head in two.
Dick Grayson	Dick takes a sip of his water and notes the locations of the people he does know by name. He can recognize Conner, but does not know him. The eldest Wayne kid nods to Todd on seeing him, but drifts over from the bar area closer to Jason, though as he goes by Tim and Rose he says, as quietly as could be subtle, but loud enough to be heard, "Have fun, tonight. But be careful." He's out of his element, but dangit if he isn't going to watch over his baby brother. After this, he takes a spot on a wall opposite of Jason to better watch the room from a different angle, though occasionally chatting up a couple people near him to blend in, and maybe even have a little fun.
Tim Drake	Hard to communicate without either looking obviously 'nefarious' or being overheard as you're forced to yell. Tim isn't sure he likes this, but he takes another drink of his margarita as he plays the same game Jason does, just from within the crowd. The blood orange tang is actually growing on him from the drink, not that he's willing to admit that to Rose. He does lean in close to her ear, and say at a more reasonable volume, "pretty sure this was actually an awful idea," though his tone is teasing and mildly flirtatious. He does drop a light kiss on her neck right below her ear before he pulls away to take another swallow and give the passing Dick a nod of acknowledgement. Right. Dealers. Except that no one seems to really be //dealing// anything. Maybe the night is far too young. Besides the citrus, however, the music is beginning to grow on him a bit too. His head bobs a bit without him thinking about it, one hand sliding along Rose's lower back and cradling a hip. If he were a dealer, where would he keep a stash to sell at a gig this big? He muses tactically, scanning the crowd.
Conner Kent	Margarita 'Rita' for Conner. Because he likes sweets too much. Unfortunately it is bad even for his admittedly pretty low college-student standards. It can't be sanitary, says someone. Right, "it can't be cheaper", he adds to no one in particular. Oh well, he is 'blending' so second step is finding a nice girl to flirt to. And by nice he means hot, as they are not going to chat about morals, and furthermore, he is likely going to have to dump her due to the scouting mission thing they are doing. Well, mostly Tim is doing. He is here to watch his back. He fails to recognize Dick or Jason. Someone should make introductions. Some day.
Rose Wilson	Look. There are the rest of the Batbrats. Rose, unsurprised by this, just offers a smile. Jason gets more of a real smile, and that's probably just because she feels Jason Gets It. He probably loves the chaos, noise, and press of humanity, right? If only she knew. Dick's suggestion to have fun, but be careful just gets a wry twist of her mouth, then she downs the remaining contents of her drink before tossing the cup onto the floor. The Batkids might be looking for the dealers, but Rose knows how to find them. Don't. Look. So when she feels Tim's hand on her hip she turns towards him, leaning in until her mouth is close to his ear, enough so that when she raises her voice she doesn't have to very much, "Come dance."
Jason Todd	Smiling back at Rose for the briefest of moments Jason takes a sip of his drink, the smile becoming a smirk as he watches the two share a moment. Spotting Dick across the way, Jason raises his cup in salute. Not subtle but then it didn't seem like subtle was the name of the game here. "We really should have brought comms," he mutters to himself before diving into the crowd to make his way over to the other side of the dance floor as he comes up to Dick. "Hey man, you seeing anything other than dumb kids shaking their asses?" he pauses to appreciate one of said asses, before he looks back at Dick. "Figure if there's a guy to target here, he'll be the ugly dude that somehow is getting all the attention."
Tim Drake	Tim seems a bit skeptical that the grinding crowd in front of the stage could be referred to as 'dancing', but when in Rome... he chuckles to Rose in response, grabbing her other hip as well and pulling her to him. "I can manage that," he replies to her ear before finishing his own drink and letting her lead him into the crowd. Lights flash. Spin. Strobe. The music thrums. The crowd is almost a fully entity of its own, expanding and contracting in an ecstasy of motion and exhultation. It's almost hypnotising from the inside. Tim's agility training means he's not quite as bad of a dancer as the typical guy of his age, but it doesn't matter anyway. The people around are a blur of light, sound, and motion. If he didn't know better, he'd think there was something wrong with him. It's the flashing lights, he reasons. They must have some sort of trance-like qualities. Nothing nefarious, exactly, but pinging on the core of the human brain and addling base instincts and needs in a unspoken command to sway, bounce, grind and spin. He's actually enjoying the hell out of it. He pulls Rose close for a moment, stealing a kiss from her before releasing her back to the dancing, almost forgetting why he's here. The sound that had been annoying before is soothing.
Dick Grayson	Dick chuckles as Tim begins dancing and looks to Jason, "Nothing new yet, though is it me or am I an AARP member at this point being in here?" His tone is humorous before the sip of water. "Seems little bro is having fun, though. Don't know much about the other guy, but I'd wager we just chill and see what happens. Just hang tight and have fun, no reason to avoid that, just be careful, last thing we need is attention." That last part is darn near a whisper. "At least most of the kids here are closer to your age."
Conner Kent	Conner sips from his drink and mingles. The mission should keep him busy, but Tim and Rose are being lovebirds and he might be a bit jealous. He has found a dozen thugs that must be Bodega Boys, but now what? None of them is pushing drugs. Also, the music is not as bad as it felt a bit ago. Maybe the problem was the acoustics were strange, not as much as 'wrong'. And he has to admit that (for Gotham) the people here are pretty friendly. Maybe he can relax a minute.
Rose Wilson	They are supposed to be looking for dealers, and one part of Rose knows that. The other part likes a party. She's rather fondly inclined towards parties to begin with, and as the alcohol seeps into her blood supply, she's more inclined. Out on the dance floor she starts to move to the music, then she does something that is off, even for her. She closes her eye. If someone were to come at her, or even Tim, right now, it'd be up to the others to notice because she's starting to become lost to the heavy thrum of music and shift and sway of the crowd.
Jason Todd	Jason catches himself nodding along to the music, okay it had a good beat, he almost stops himself, but doesn't, he just downs the rest of his drink, eyes closing for a moment before he puts the cup down and looks around again. That's when he spots their guy, he's not all that ugly as it turns out, looks like the rest of the crowd, a little more athletic even, which is why he's wearing his shirt open showing off his muscles and tattoos. Really he'd blend into the crowd except for the honest to god briefcase he's carrying. One he dips into now and and again as people come up to him on his rounds at the edge of the club. "I think that's him," Jason says to Dick. "Wanna go buy something?" he asks, already looking for his money.
Tim Drake	Tim does take advantage of Rose's momentary lapse in vigilance, recklessly reaching out to slide his arms around her, pulling her to him and grabbing her ass with both hands very firmly as he presses his lips to hers hungrily. Actually, a lot more bold and demanding than he's been remotely prior, usually he's beside himself with doublechecking that she's fine with anything beyond a simple light stolen kiss. (To a point it might actually be somewhat frustrating to her.) One hand releases her rear to move up to her chin as he kisses her very, very thoroughly. Meanwhile... Tim doesn't seem to be the only one in the rave filled with rather amorous or affectionate responses to those with them or around them. There are several couples (or even trios) making out, grinding heavily on each other, or finding dark corners for theoretical semi-privacy. It's not a mass movement, but there are enough of them. Ah, raves.
Dick Grayson	Dick notices where Jason looks when he points the dealer out. "Not a bad idea, but I'll hang back a bit and cover you in case things get hairy fast. Especially since loverboy over there is a little too occupied to work," he nods towards Tim and Rose. "Be careful, find out what you can, if things get dicey, you know how to get my attention and I'll be over there right away." Dick moves away at this point to get a good view of the situation, and to not appear coordinated with Jason, taking up a spot near the bar to ostensibly grab another bottle of water, but to also actually get a view of the dealer and where Jason is likely to conduct business.
Rose Wilson	That is....higly unexpected. Although no one close enough to notice the expression on Rose's face is paying attention, and those that might pay attention are probably too far away to see it. Maybe he's catching on that boldness isn't always rewarded with a punch to the nose. Maybe alcohol and dancing are the way to Tim's heart. Or other parts. Rose responds to the kiss after that moment of surprise, arms going around Tim's neck as she keeps dancing right through the kiss. The crowd closes in one place, opens in another, and she moves from one free spot to the other, still hanging onto Tim. Fate would have it that the rippling crowd moves them closer to the direction of the drug dealer, at least.
Conner Kent	Good for Tim. Maybe there is still hope for him (and Rose). But that also means the mission can wait, right? So, Conner returns to the bar to try some other drink. Maybe there is one that is not super-cheap. Besides, he just made a few friends and wants to invite them. Definitely taking ten minutes off duty here.
Jason Todd	Jason nods, "You got it," he says before glancing over at Tim. "Hey, way to go Timmeh!" he tries to shout over the noise of the rave, before he makes, rather scratch that, dances his way over to the guy with the case. "Hey man, heard you're the guy to see," he says. The guy nods, "Yeah man, you got a favourite?" he holds out a trio of pez dispensers, a Joker, a Penguin and a Robin. "Got more but you'll have to come back if you want a different one." Jason laughs with surprise, "Sure, give me the Joker," Jason says handing over the cash. "Lemme guess, no change right?" The dealer nods and Jason shrugs. "Whatever, thanks man." Then he's moving back towards Dick though catching sight of Rose and Tim he nods them in the same direction time to meet up.
Tim Drake	Tim almost misses Jason's signal with his distraction. Luckily he breaks for air just in time to see Jason's upnod, and leans in to mutter in Rose's ear, "Back to the bar?" His heart is pounding, and it feels like it's in time with the music. Jason's awesome, though, so whatever he wants to talk about is probably... also awesome. He doesn't move to push Rose off of him, though, or to let her go. Being in physical contact with her feels almost //perfect//, like it's the world righting as it should be. Not wanting to let her go, he simply scoops her up, arms folding under her to make a chair of sorts and pull her against him, her head above his. His left arm twinges a bit, but he ignores it. "Probably NOT the rita again though," he notes loudly enough for her to hear, before making his way carrying her to the bar.
Dick Grayson	Dick laughs at Jason's open compliment to Tim. As he observes the deal quietly, acting busy by getting a water and mindlessly chatting to a girl nearby, though fortunately the deal goes well enough, and Dick breaks off the conversation and goes to the proposed rendezvous point where he sees Tim and Rose first, "Having fun, you two?" He asks, a smirk on his face, though his tone passes no judgement.
Rose Wilson	"Yeah..." Rose replies agreeably to the suggestion of going back to the bar, Jason's nod missed. But another drink sounds good, plus Tim is carrying her, so that means that she has to put in less effort on the trip. Which means she can be handsy on the journey, until she overhears Dick's question, and the usually good-people-socially-awkward Rose just smiles, "It's great...but could be better, still." Better being drinks, which she tries to figure out a way to get another cup without getting put down.
Jason Todd	Jason grins as Tim carries Rose over, "You kids having fun?" he asks and then waggles the pez dispenser. "Got what they're selling," he says before pushing back Joker's head and taking a pez from his throat. "God I really hate that motherfucker man, I mean, I even like Tim right now and I still hate this guy," he says and looks over the pez. The shape is right but he doubts it's really pez, not for what he paid, plus- Jason giggles. Yes, giggles. "Guys check this out, the boss is going to be pissed." He show them the little yellow pill with a tiny black bat logo stamped on it.
Tim Drake	Tim has no usable hands, Rose has two. He sideways moves over to the bar, looking over at the drinks. "Your choice, Rose," he says to her, letting her tell the guys behind it what to get them and letting her retrieve them, though once she does, he does realize he will need a hand to drink. Alas. He at least carries her and the drinks back over to Jason and Dick before putting her down on her feet again, leaning in to steal another lingering kiss even as he takes his drink from her. Pulling back, he takes a long swallow... he's a little thirsty by now. "Something happen?" he asks Jason after another gulp of drink. He eyes the Pez dispenser with a wrinkle of his nose. "Joker again? Is he behind this, then, for sure?" He doesn't realize there were, in fact, more options to choose from. And the 'pez' are eyed too. "...really?" He also giggles. It's infectious. "That's... wow. Really?" He takes another drink.
Dick Grayson	"Glad to hear," Dick says to Rose, though he does notice all three them being a little off. Might be the alcohol, him being the only one who has not drank yet. "Though yes, he will be rather upset with this. But we had best get going, then." His tone is back to serious, though hushed. Tim and Jason are giggling, "Are you two all right? Is something up right now?" No longer serious. Concerned.
Rose Wilson	What does she choose? Screwdriver and a Woo Woo. Noting subtle about this choice. Either way, she holds both cups until she's on her feet and one of them is passed on to Tim. The giggles get a look, but she judges not. Instead she downs half her cup, then she reaches her other hand up to slide her hair back from her face, "So this is it?" This is where wise people stop and go do the wise thing, and test it with machines and chemicals. Which is what Nerdbats do. But something tells Rose to test it the old fashioned way, and she reaches out to grab the little pressed pill from the pez dispenser so that she can try and go from Joker neck to her mouth.
Jason Todd	"Right?" Jason says to Tim, Tim get it. Dick's concern is noted and Jason smiles, "Thank for caring big bro, but I feel really good right now and-" Rose grabs the pill. "Hey-" he begins before shrugging. "You do you, Rose, we got you." He turns and tries giving Dick a hug, "You need to relax a bit, man. We got this, we're fucking awesome. Anyhow, the plan, I was going to wait until that dealer guy leaves and then kick the shit out of him, but maybe we can just talk to him and find out what's up. What do you guys think?"
Tim Drake	"Mm, babe, no don't--" Tim protests as Rose pops back the pill. "Oof, that cannot be good for you," he murmurs, leaning his forehead against hers. "Can't be too dangerous though... other people are looking fiiiine." He laughs lightly, pulling back to down the rest of his drink. "Damn. Is it just stupid hot in here?" His eyes close halfway. "Maybe we should head out and get some air. Just a little air." The hand not holding the now-empty Solo cup is resting on Rose's bare side, idly running up and down from her ribs to her hip slowly. Unthinkingly, as it's not really anything he's concentrating on. "And go.. check out what's in the Joker. Later."
Dick Grayson	"Fuck," Dick says, "Please tell me you guys did not do molly before this?" His tone is frustrated, veering nearly into "dad mode". He steps back to dodge the hug, "My problem with beating him up is that it would be wrong and outside of any real authority. No, better to just observe, but you all... something is up?" he frowns, and then Rose takes the pill, "But... do we know what that was?"
Rose Wilson	The pill is washed down with the rest of her drink, then Rose drops her empty cup into Tim's empty cup instead of tossing it out onto the floor like the first one. "I'll be fine." This is spoken with the confidence of someone who considers themselves invinsible. The mention of the place being hot makes her realize that yes, it is warm. She catches up her hair, twisting it into a knot so that it's up off her neck before she gives Tim a kiss, "We could go." Fresh air, dark alleys. Other places. Then there are hugs, and although Rose is not a "hugger" in the strictest sense of the word, a hug sounds really good. And she moves away from Tim so that she can go to try and hug the other two, even though Dick is dodging hugs. "Awww.....I love you guys. You care."
Jason Todd	"C'mon Dick, a hug would be good for you man. Fuck, we grew up with Bruce we coud all use a hug," he says, before seeing Rose at least is game. He gives her a hug, "See, Rose gets it, hugs are fucking awesome," he says over his shoulder to Dick. "Then to Rose. "Of course we do, we're the good guys we always care even if you don't." There's a moment then as understanding explodes across his features, he lets go of Rose grinning, and points between her and Tim. "I get it now," he says. "That's so great." The question is ignored because obviously Jason doesn't do drugs, "It's cool dick, cool, cool, cool. And yeah, Tim's right maybe we should get some air, he's right it's hot as balls in here right now. Lead the way Tim!"
Tim Drake	As Rose pulls away to hug Jason and Dick, Tim feels a small sense of loss, swaying slightly and nodding at nothing. "Mm, right. Outside, where it's cool." He does lead the way, though he's moving like he's almost dancing, steps not entirely even, bobbing and swaying still a bit to the music. When the knot makes their way to the door, one of the gang members crosses his arms. "No re-entry. You want back in, it's full price." Tim nods. "Cool man. That's fine." He leans over and bumps shoulders with him. "Just gonna grab some air."
Dick Grayson	Dick grumbles as he is gang hugged, knowing it's the only way to herd this group outside, away from whatever is causing this. "Come on, guys, let's go." With that, they follow Tim, hoping to get them where it is safe and not in there, away from the noise, the heat, and the smell. It is not Dick's ideal Saturday night, but at least his brothers are safe. He nods to the bouncers as they give their warning. Once they are clear, Dick will say, "Something is up." Concerned dad mode: engaged.
Rose Wilson	"What?" Rose is utterly clueless. "What do you get now?" Tell her, Jason! She is surprisingly easy to herd outside, falling into step like a sheep. Of course, she's still happily inside the personal space of Jason and Dick. It's Tim that was left out for only a second before she reaches for his hand to grab it, making sure he doesn't get lost. But coming back inside? She just smiles on the way through, "It's okay!"
Jason Todd	Jason blinks when Rose asks her question and he explains as they make their way outside. "You like him because he cares, like, really, really cares, which he does, like in general, right? And he likes you because he cares, and he wants to help you." Jason seems immensely pleased with his deductions, right or wrong. "Relax man, it's cool, we'll pay you if we want to go back in, it's just super hot right now." He fans himself with his shirt before pulling it off entirely and tying it around his waist. "Nothing's wrong Dick, I just feel really good, like better than I have, probably ever," Jason explains.
Tim Drake	The four walk a fair bit away from the Old Pumping Station, through the park and along the old reservoir. Getting AWAY from the place seems to be where Dick seems to be herding them, and that's not a hard sell for the others who are quite mellow and willing to go along and get along. Tim squeezes Rose's hand a little as they walk, but once Dick has determined they are far enough away for both privacy and comfort, they come to a stop. Tim pulls Rose to him as they do, nuzzling her neck and murmuring to her, sliding his arms around her entirely, resting one hand on the bared small of her back and the other right at the bottom of her sports bra. He grins over to Jason and Dick, his eyes drowsily lidded. "Much better. Not quite so hot, I think. Wind is nice." The Job is the furthest thing from his mind.
Dick Grayson	Dick breathes fresh air as they are clear and snaps his fingers a few times "All right, love birds, focus." He then looks to Jason, "Something is wrong, you are all under the effect of MDMA, or something similar, and I really think that you are not going to be at peak condition for the time being." Dick frowns, "It is not the absolute worst, but you are definitely not sober enough for me to trust you out here on your own." He steps back to get the others out of his bubble, "But yeah, at least it was not a total failure."
Rose Wilson	"Oooh." Rose replies, nodding along with Jason's explanation as to why she likes Tim and he likes her. But then she's shaking her head, "No." Or then again. "Yes. But it's not that, all that. But more...." More. She tries to string words into sentences, but whatever it is that Tim has started murmuring to her has got her distracted. Tim whispers, Jason taking off clothes, and Dick being a wet blanket. Something about the entire thing tickles her, and now she starts to laugh. Not giggle, but laugh. "We are //fine//. Promise." She lifts a hand, holding up three fingers in a Scout's Honor sort of gesture, her other hand grasping the back of Tim's shirt. Then she remembers where she was going, and finishes the thought for Jason, "Tim is a nice guy. Like, for real, rescue puppies, save the princess nice guy. And he's super attentive, like...really, really, really attentive. Task oriented."
Jason Todd	"We're fine Dick," Jason says, "But if it makes you feel better you can drive us home and we can hang at the manor," he suggests before turning his attention to Rose. "Oooh," Jason says as Rose lays it out for him. "Gotcha, attentive, task oriented," e says before grinning broadly. "Nice!" he holds up his hand offering a high five for Rose. "High five for you," he says, "And one for you little bro," he says offering the same to Tim. "So what do you say guys?" he looks around the group. "Head home, see if Alfred will make us waffles?"
Tim Drake	Tim's eyes widen some. "I do like waffles." The commentary Rose made seems to mostly go over his head, as he simply smiles and kisses her cheek lightly. He does return the high five to Jason. "Alfred makes really good ones, and..." He frowns suddenly, his head tilting slowly. "...we are intoxicated," he says, as if it's just occurring to him, though Dick had pointed it out quite pointedly just moments before. Slow on the uptake. Slow isn't completely brain-dead, though. "From just a couple of drinks? Even Rose?" Not that he's quite going to say it, but he knows she's quite capable of drinking a lot more than two drinks without getting... a bit wasted. He doesn't let go of her though. This feels too good. Way too good. "My place is closer. Need to get blood samples," he trails off. "Before it moves through the system too much."
Dick Grayson	"Rose, I do not need to know how 'attentive' or 'thorough' my baby brother is in certain specific situations," Dick says with a cringe. "And put your shirt back on, Jason. We are in public." He actually facepalms at all of this, "But yes, let's get to Tim's first. Get samples, I probably still have a field test from work somewhere that we an use. The joy of having money, sometimes needing a test to see if you've been drugged." He grumbles. Dick sighs and finishes off his water bottle, "Though waffles are in order. And I am not forgetting /any/ of this tonight." Yup, grief will be given tomorrow.
Rose Wilson	The offered high five is accepted, and Rose adds her opinion to this waffle idea. "We need a robot to make waffles." Because there is no Alfred at Tim's place. She drapes herself on Tim, ready to be drug to whichever place someone more capable of driving decides to take them. The concern about the intoxication isn't seemingly shared by her, possibly this isn't the first time she's been messed up. "First, who cares if we're in public. Keep your shirt off if you want to." She's got your back, Jason. "Second, don't be a hater."
Jason Todd	Jason gives Rose a nod for her support. "Fine let's just go to Tim's place, do the tests and we'll figure out waffles, maybe we can call Alfred get him to make some then send Bart to pick them up. We'll workshop it on the way to the Roost," he says decisively, before starting off in the opposite direction of Dick's car.