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Danny had to find Jazz. What had she meant by political disaster? Whatever it was couldn't be good.
There, the boarded up deli. At least he had something of a standing invitation currently. He flew down threw the roof and landed in front of her, hands on his hips. "Jazz, what's going on?"
"Danny! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be resting!"
"And you're supposed to not be making my life harder! What do you mean not going to turn this into a political disaster?"
"It's not! I have it all under control! I think"
"Have what under control?" arms crossed, glaring
Jazz's phone rings, she glares at Danny, picks up "Hello?"
Hood: Do we have a problem?
Jazz: "Don't worry, I can take care of this."
Danny, still glaring
Hood: I literally heard you tell someone else that an hour ago.
Jazz: "I have it under control, just..."
Danny: "Jazz, who is it?"
Hood: ... I don't know, Jazz. Invite him for dinner?
Jazz: "Sounds good. Danny, would you like to stay for dinner?"
Tim, in the back ground. "This is not reassuring me."
Danny: "Fine. This better not be a disaster."
Jazz: "Looks like he's staying for dinner. I hope there's enough."
Hood: "I made extra, I'm half expecting a birdie to drop in."
Tim makes some kind of noise I'll figure out later.
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Jason Todd
Danny is still glaring at Jazz like the miffed younger brother he is when Hood walks in with Tim
a key turned in the door. (Then another, and another.) A kid, about the same age as Danny when he died, sulked in the door wearing PJs and handcuffs, with Hood following behind him.
"You!" the kid says as soon as he sees Danny.
Danny's eyes go wide, shocked as he looks between Jazz, Hood, and the kid. "Jazz, I swear, if you just made me accomplice to a kidnapping..."
Hood: It's only a misdemeanor in Gotham.
Tim: She did!
Danny facepalms "Okay, someone please tell me exactly what's going on here."
Hood takes the handcuffs off and gives Tim a nudge toward the the table. "Sit down. I'll get dinner."
Tim mutters "There is no way this doesn't end badly." but goes to sit down
"You heard the discussion earlier. It's late summer and the nights are already getting cold. Kid needed a warm place to stay." Jazz sets out a fourth place setting
"Oh, my god, Jazz. And you think THIS will HELP??" /why-fucking why-just-someone get me out of this-please let's work this out calmly/
Hood: I wasn't leaving the kid there another night. Trust me, it's better she was involved than not.
/fucking loud!-rage-guilt-anger-green-not his-protect/
Hood pulled the food from the oven.
"Didn't take as long as I expected, nothing dried out."
Tim: "This is the weirdest kidnapping I've ever experienced."
Danny powered down and took a seat "Okay, let's back up here, why am I now an accomplice to kidnapping?"
Hood sits down and pulls off his helmet: "because no fucking way was I going to let that asshole get another Robin killed." Pulls off the domino and tosses it on the table. Before anyone else can say anything Tim gasps and his eyes light up with stars.
"You're Jason Todd…" he whispered, voice full of awe and confusion.
Danny side-eyes Jazz "You said you weren't going to turn this into a political disaster."
Jazz "I'm just an accomplice."
"Wow..." Tim is star struck
Jason is /what?!-rage-why'd he doing that?-green-kid likes me?!-someone cares-peace-soft rage/
Danny: /loud much?-calm-breathe/
Jazz will take over serving dinner since Jason is a little out of it
Jason takes a breath, grunts and says "Eat." Tim practivelly jumps for joy that Jason is talking to him! and digs in talking while he eats. "Oh this is good! Did Alfred teach you? B is still banned from the kitchen but he offered to teach me once. But I said not because I didn't want to impose but this is justa s good as his food! What happened anyway? Why are you red hood? How'd you come back? B's gonna be ecstatic! He was so fucked up when you died...."
Jazz puts a hand on Tim's shoulder. "We would love to hear everything, but eat first. You don't want to choke."
Danny eats slowly, thinking of the best way to handle this
Jason is all /stunned-what?-b cared?-(rage)-but he.../ coughs. "Ah. Yeah. Alfie taught me."
Danny "So...if I'm guessing right, there's some serious misunderstandings going on here."
Jason growls: "He's 14, living alone with no heat, no adult supervision, and patching up his own wounds half the time."
Tim: "I'm old enough to take care of myself!"
Jazz puts a hand on Danny's shoulder as his eyes flash green "It's good that you know how to take care of yourself, but it's also good to let others take care of you sometimes."
Jason is back to being /rage-green-rage/ but taking deep breaths and focusing on the food.
Tim: "But why the kidnapping? you could have just, I don't know, asked?"
Jason stares at him. "What, hi Robin, I'm the new resident crime lord, come and visit?"
"but-but-you're not just a crime lord! You're Robin!"