Owner	Pose
Jason Todd	Given the situation in New York, Mayor March has opened up a great deal of abandoned buildings in the Narrows of Gotham as temporary refugee housing. This, on its surface, is a humanitarian and compassionate act. The realities of it are ... more nebulous. Sure, these people have places to stay and the aid work is ensuring that they're fed, warm and clothed, but... There are predators about. This is why, this evening, Jason Todd, known to very few as the Red Hood, is working in the meal line. He's manning the mashed potatoes. His demeanor is cordial, if not pleasant, but he can't hide his always searching gaze. Ever alert for Something.
Leon O'Malley	As the line slowly creeps along, Leon becomes ever more visibly agitated, his foot tapping impatiently, all but inaudibly muttering to himself a one sided conversation, as if being prodded over and over again by that one friend who never ever shuts up, and is also imaginary. By the time he gets to Jason's share of the gruel, his irritation has him visibly reddening, even before he meets the young vigilante's shifty gaze, "...What? See somethin' ya li-" He stops mid-quip, his gaze shifting slightly off-center, "...Ugh, fine, I'll ask, just shut up." He mutters before refocusing on Jason, "...Any chance you have any chocolate?" His expression and tone hinting at the exhaustion of having no doubt asked that a good hundred times that day.
Jason Todd	Stress does things to people. Jason has seen this in his time helping out with the refugees. He also knows it first hand. In so many ways. He does his best to be as pleasant as he can manage for these hurting people, and mostly pulls it off. Leon gets the same scoop of potatoes as everyone else. He also gets an eyebrow raise at the question. Jason tilts his head slightly, he's seen his share of people with voices, but that hasn't really been a thing in the camp. "Chocolate, huh?" Of course he does. He needs a way to bribe Tim. He leans over the line a bit, lowering his voice. "Get through the line, find a place to chill, and I'll find you. It's almost my break time anyway."
Leon O'Malley	Leon lets out a tired smirk, "Doesn't sound shady in the least...Thanks, though. Worst case scenario, I could use a laugh." He gives Jason a nod and continues down the line, still muttering argumentatively to himself. After finally clearing the line, he beelines across the room to hold up a wall next to a guy in a wheelchair, slipping the tray to him and exchanging brief pleasantries before wandering off to hold up a corner like a proper edgelord, as all must take a turn at being in Gotham, right?
Jason Todd	No one, except Batman, is a bigger Edgelord than Jason Todd. After all, he has been dead, got better and now beats up criminals with a crowbar. He ''wants'' to shoot angels with a .50 anti-materiel rifle. It takes a bit, maybe pushing ten minutes, but Jason manages to find Leon. When he rolls up on the other man, he slips a bar wtapped in tan plastic from his coat pocket, offering it. It is clearly a chocolate ration from a MRE. "Here. Hope it helps."
Leon O'Malley	Leon visibly perks up at the sight of the bar, even his shirt seeming a little more radiantly shiny in the dim Gotham glow...Trick of the light, of course, "Hey hey, energy bar. Haven't seen one'a these for awhile." He says as he takes it, giving it a sniff before stuffing it in a pocket, "Ahhh, feelin' better already...Peace of mind, I mean." He leans back against the wall, "Sorry about earlier. Already had four attempted muggings since we got here. Name's Leon...So, how long you been out for? Six, seven months?"
Jason Todd	"It happens," Jason replies, waving the apology off. "This is stressful, and this place," Whether he means the Narrows itself or Gotham is hard to tell, "Isn't the best." He laughs a bit at the other question. "I'm Jason, and I was never in. My dad is ... big into being prepared for anything, so I'm always carrying some food and stuff with me on my bike." He pauses, glancing about. "Besides the muggings ... You notice anything else weird going on? People disappearing or anything like that?"
Leon O'Malley	Leon cocks a brow, "Really?...What, is yer dad The Joker or somethin?" Smooth, "I've only ever seen looks that paranoid in live fire vets...And carnival folk when cops are around, but that was probly cuz'a that meth lab the bearded woman was running...What were we talkin' about? Oh, right, weird stuff...Uh, nope, can't say I've seen anything like that. Just got into town a couple days ago, myself, stupid therapy crap, missed the rapture, or whatever the hell...heh, popping off back home." His gaze darting from Jason's for just a moment before refocusing, "...Why? What'cha heard? I'mm'a guess organ harvesting ring? Terrible idea, really, the costs to harvest em' way outweigh the worth. Doesn't stop everybody, though."
Jason Todd	When the Joker is mentioned, something flashes over Jason's face. Something dark and brutal, but it's gone as quickly as it comes. "No. He's just been in Gotham a long time, and knows how bad it can get. How quickly it can get that bad too." There is no lie in that statement at all. "Maybe organ harvesting. Heard rumors of human trafficking. Whatever direction that goes is bad. Just ... keep an eye out. If you can, watch over the kids. That's all. Something shady is going on around here."
Leon O'Malley	Leon nods, "Don't worry, we will....If ya hear anything, do lemme know. I've uh...got some connections I can tap. Make sure it breaks up real nice." He pauses for a moment, smirk slipping, "...I uh...noticed that, when I mentioned the clown....Sorry about that. I kinda forget just how many people around here he must've taken something...someone, from...Think ya seen one city ya seen em all, like ya been there before, right? Devil's in the details, I guess..."
Jason Todd	"He's a bit of a sore subject for me, yeah. Don't worry about it. For an instant, he's back there, being beaten nearly to death with a crowbar while the Clown laughs and laughs. His fingers curl into fists briefly before they relax and he shoves them in his coat pockets. "You should probably pass it around. Let others know, especially parents, that there might be shady stuff happening and to keep their kids close."
Leon O'Malley	Leon nods, "Will do...Think I'll keep an eye on the alleys, while I'm at it. Easy to disappear into em, just gotta pass too close...Any kinda pattern you've heard of? Aside from kids, I'm guessing. Location, time, days of the week, signs of struggle?...Proximity of manholes?"
Jason Todd	Jason shakes his head. "Nothing like that yet," he replies. "Just that it's a thing, and, well. The Batman can't be everywhere." Neither can the Red Hood, or Red Robin, or... That list is long. ... Really long. There's a lot of vigilantes in Gotham.
Leon O'Malley	Leon stares blankly, "....Ok, not gonna lie, I've heard one'a those names before....Wait, Red Robin...Like the restaurant? Or like Robin? Or, like, Robin getting a brand deal?...Damn, now I want a burger...Oh, right, missing kids, lotta tights never around when ya need em, focusing...Maybe try askin' the local hobos? They tend to see a lot and get overlooked just as much."
Jason Todd	"That's a good idea," he says in regards to talking to the homeless. Though he won't do it, he's almost as scary as Batman. That's a Tim Job. Maybe a Babs Job. Talking to people, unless you want then terrified, is never a Jason Job. He looks at his watch. "I think my break is about over. I gotta get back to the line. People are hungry and all that. Thanks for the chat, and keep an eye out."
Leon O'Malley	Leon nods, "Yeah, you too...Well, off to kick the hornet's nest and see what shakes out." He says with a smile, "Stay safe out there, J." And with that, he pushes off from the wall and heads for the door, giving the guy in the wheelchair a nod as he passes and tossing a now empty chocolate wrapper into the trash as he passes....When did he eat that?