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[reneger]

I'm robbing the D'Amicos. A mob family.

( why is he robbing the mob? because tim suggested it. as if jason wouldn't see "steal from the mob" and opt to do it in the most extra way possible because tim suggested it, clearly it's all tim's fault. )

Like a proper Robin Hood. ( the grin hides a barely surpressed laugh because clearly he's hilarious. )

[torchbearer]

Ingenious.

[ even if kyle is sure that money isn't making it to the poor. ]

[reneger]

Most of the funds are being redistributed where they're needed. ( obviously not all of it, because- ) Some's for me, obviously.

Unless you want me sleeping on your couch.

( it's only a little crime. a crime against criminals. it hardly counts. )

You don't have to do shit, I just need back up. And hands to help carry their shit out.

[torchbearer]

[ kyle waves it off. he figured that was the case and he's not fussed about it. although. he has to ask. ]

What about casualties?

[ killing, specifically. again, not something kyle has an ethical issue with but he rather not. ]

[reneger]

None. I play by Bats' rules these days.

( ninety percent of the time. and if he can get away with not being caught then clearly it didn't happen. )

Part of the call for help. If I was aiming to kill it'd be easy. Leaving live bodies behind means leaving the chance of them getting back up. Dying via getting shot in the back'd just be embarrassing.

[torchbearer]

[ that tracks. he nods. ]

All right. Just tell me when and where.

[reneger]

I'll keep you updated.

( or ring kyle up two minutes beforehand, whichever feels right in the moment. in the meantime, he's raising a hand to gesture towards the window. )

Think you can dim yourself down enough to go out an' do some recon?

( can kyle manage to try and be stealthy for a minute. )

[torchbearer]

[ he scowls. ]

I'm not a nightlight and it doesn't work like that.

[ kyle is not perpetually glowing. ]

[reneger]

I'm sure four year olds love you.

( snorting, but he's climbing up onto the window sill again anyway. shoves his hood down over his head. )

You suck at stealth.

[torchbearer]

You suck at everything else, so it evens out.

[ he's not interested in becoming the next dude in assassin's creed. how he does things works. ]

[reneger]

If you didn't have your ring, I'd kick your ass.

( jason settles his weight on the balls of his feet, crouched down in the window frame, and--

kicks off of it. bye loser, he's going the fun way. )

[torchbearer]

Blah, blah, blah.

[ kyle's heard it all before. with the light dimmed, he simply steps out and glides through the air, silent. ]

[reneger]

( see, the boring way.

it's fine, jason doesn't give a shit. just lets himself fall for a moment before he's twisting himself around and firing a grapple gun he'd had in his jacket up. grabs with both hands just in time to prevent it from throwing out his shoulder, then follows the wall on up. he's not tarzan, this way is just more fun than jumping from kyle's window. )

[torchbearer]

[ whatever, man. ]

How far is it?

[reneger]

( head tipping back to look over to kyle, and--he raises both hands to shoulder height in a mock confused shrug. )

I haven't been here a week an' you expect me to know where shit happens?

( he does. that's not the point. )

[torchbearer]

[ dryly. ]

Because you're a control freak who doesn't know how to have a life?

[reneger]

( an ugly snort that breaks into a soft little laugh, but. he's following his own invisible path through central city, hauling himself from roof to roof. )

Like you're any better.

[torchbearer]

Technically, I gave up the control freak life when I stopped being Ion.

[reneger]

Did you?

( another large jump, but this time he does a little roll once he hits the next building. his poor jacket. )

[torchbearer]

[ boo hoo. ]

Not exactly micro-managing anyone now, am I?

[reneger]

Bet you got bored of it.

( is kyle really expecting jason to have followed him enough to know all of his life stories. maybe he does have intermittent access to the batcomputer, but there's so much shit to read through as-is just going through the gothamites. )

Only so much having power can do for you.

[torchbearer]

[ no, that hadn't been it. at one point, it had been thrilling. an easy fix for everything. no one needed to bleed out and suffer. simple. easy. but it had been talking to the spectre — talking to hal that made him give it up.

the second time around . . . kyle glances at his hands. at one point, he was sure he was just made of stardust. all that kept him human was gone. all that was keeping him human . . . existed on the edge of a knife. ]

Something like that.

[reneger]

( it's enough of a reaction that jason slows down until he stops in the middle of the rooftop. tilts his head to the side in what's as close to an inquisitive look as he can get when his face is fully covered. )

You wanna talk about it?

[torchbearer]

[ kyle gives a hollow laugh. ]

You want to hear about my cosmic horror shenanigans? I think that's a bit out of your wheelhouse.

[reneger]

( gross.

gross not because of kyle's cosmic horror bullshit. gross because he's standing here considering listening to it. because despite their bitching, fighting, and jason's want to shove his fist into kyle's face whenever he opens his mouth, jason would still consider them friends enough to call him one. which is gross. but also cements-- )

Does it matter? 've got functioning ears and I probably won't tune you out.

( he'll argue that fair's fair, kyle listened to him bitch and clearly that's the only reason he'll stand here and listen to him yap on. but it's not. )