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It's in the terminal.

( You know. His "batcave" as they call it. )

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Okay, yeah. I'd like that.

[He crosses the room to Bruce, wobbling a bit back and forth as he does.]

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( The wobbling gets Bruce to eye him a little, but. Again, like he's in any position to criticize. So, with that in mind, he slowly makes his way for the other hidden elevator to take them down to the terminal, going about the usual pulling of the caged door and pressing what button takes them down. There's a bit of hesitation in his expression there, but. )

You don't... have to like it. I won't be offended.

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Unless it's a bit 'get out' sign, I don't think I won't like it.

[Which is always possible. Jason tries to prepare himself for rejection, no matter how implausible it gets.]

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( There's a brief look of disbelief there on his face before he's staring ahead as they go down. The ride is short enough and when they tap to the bottom, he opens the gate and slowly makes his way out. The moment he does, the chirps of the bats living within the terminal can be heard — some fluttering about overhead. He's used to it, of course, barely paying them any attention as he slowly makes his way further into the terminal he has set up for his base of operations.

Where he takes Jason is over to one of the work tables he has there and, resting there on it, an upper body suit that still seems to be a bit of a work in progress. Gently, fingers run along the chest of it and he turns some to look over to Jason for only a moment before he's looking back down to it. Black and unfinished. )

Still a work in progress. Been trying to make sure it's as resistant to bullets and stab wounds as it can be.

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[Jason follows Bruce out and ducks underneath the bats, but as soon as his eyes fall on what is most definitely the beginning of a suit, his breath is stolen away. Tears rise to his eyes as he remembers so firmly how Bruce fired him, took away the one thing that gave him meaning in his life.

And now it's here, on the table in front of him. He watches as Bruce touches it and then looks over at him then back to the suit.]

This is for me? [He tries to firm up his voice, but there's no hiding the warble beneath the surface. This is everything to him. He approaches the table carefully, as if afraid that Bruce might snatch it away in some cruel joke.

'Please don't take this away from me.' rings in his ears as he steps forward to press shaking fingers to the chest of the suit. He bites his lip to try and keep down the emotion gathering beneath the surface, threatening to explode out of him. He looks over to Bruce and his eyes are bright with tears.]

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( He... didn't really expect that for a reaction. If anything, he thought maybe it might not seem as high-tech as any of the others suits. After all, he came in wearing greasepaint beneath his cowl, despite the material it's made out of, still experimental with the design of his suit and his toys he uses. Plus, he can only really work with what he finds around here. So for Jason to not scoff at it, if even jokingly... well. It's a little unexpected.

Licking over his lips, he looks back down to the suit. )

I, uh... wasn't sure what colour you wanted it.

( Hence why it's still black. Also, still working on it, obviously. At that, however, he pushes the top aside and pulls open a drawer, taking from it a few things that he carefully sets down on the table. )

Ultraviolet flashlight, zip ties, sticky bomb, tracker, lockpick.

( Hum on his lips, he stares at them. )

It's not much, but it's what I could put together.

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No, it's-- [Jason takes a moment to swallow down his emotions as they continue to gather. His lips quaver as he nods.]

Black. I like black. [He doesn't want the Robin colors anywhere near his body. Not anymore.]

I really like it. [Jason fails to keep his emotions intact as a few tears escape down his cheeks as he nods.] I want it. I want it so bad. You have no idea.

[He rests his hand on the chest plate again as he quietly cries. This is freedom, this is a way to reclaim what he's lost. And for Bruce to just give it to him? There is nothing he could ever do to repay him for this.]

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( He's quiet as he watches the way Jason reaches for the chest piece — as his emotions get the better of him and he practically cries right then and there over how much he wants this piece. It's not even finished — not polished to a final product he can proudly wear and yet, here he is, ready to take it with him already. It gets Bruce to stare down in contemplation — gets him to mull over a few things — and then he's gently placing a hand on the other's shoulder. Supportive, again. )

I'm still working on it. ( As he's said, but. ) Trying to have it finished before the next mission starts.

( Just in case. Not wanting Jason to be left vulnerable should the mission involve more physical and violent aspects to it. )

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[Jason looks over as Bruce puts a hand on his shoulder but immediately looks away to try and hide his tears.]

This is-- Bruce this is everything.

[He supposes Bruce has already gotten that impression from him, but he needs to say it out loud. It's like two years ago when his Bruce first offered the Robin suit to him. His entire life changed overnight and this is no different.]

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( He's seeing how much it is— how it's everything to Jason there and he licks over his lips as he nods to it. )

You should see if it fits.

( A shrug, he steps aside a little. )

The plates in the chest have been riveted together, similar to mine. But it shouldn't be an issue for movement.

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[If there was a way to overwhelm Jason even more, it's the offer to put it on. Jason blows out a breath and nods. He shucks his hoodie in no time flat and then reaches over for the plate. He can hardly believe he's doing this right now and as he pulls it over his head, it fits perfectly. He looks over to Bruce and nods.]

Oh hell yeah.

[The black is sleek in a way that the Robin's colors never were. It immediately ties him to Bruce and signals to anyone that he's back in the sidekick game.]

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( He eyes Jason as he slips into it — sweeps his gaze over how it fits and if there's anything he's missing in the design of it. While it's similar to his own style, it's not an exact copy. One, because he lacks the experimental materials here that he has back in Gotham and two, because Jason needs something that's his own, not a shadow of Batman. )

Do you want a cape or no?

( He hadn't been sure about that part. )

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[Jason considers for a moment before shaking his head.]

No, a cape just gets in the way.

[And it will further demonstrate that he's not Robin any more. He pats the chest piece and grins up at Bruce.]

It feels good. It feels real fucking good.

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( Yes, well. He uses his cape to escape through the air sometimes, thanks. But again, he's not offended. It's not as if Dick wears one with his Nightwing gear after all.

A nod at Jason's approval of how it fits, he gestures for him to remove it. Again, it's not finished and he's still adding a few final touches to it. )

I don't currently have the sort of tech available that would have me make lenses if that's what you're looking for. But I can do something similar with goggles. Have it just be that or embed them into a cowl of some sort.

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[Jason slowly tugs the chest piece off and places it back on the table.]

I wore a domino mask as Robin. I think everyone in the belfry but Bruce does. Goggles would be great.

[It's not quite as smooth as a domino mask, but goggles are certainly a step further in the direction of being properly suited up.]

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( Goggles will just have to do until he can find something else to work with. It's why he frequently visits the junkyard to see what he can find there. Which, on that train of thought... )

There's something else.

( At that, he slowly makes his way over to where the Batmobile is and, off to the side, is a motorcycle that's... clearly a bit of a work in progress, but. Coming together. Slowly. )

You said you know how to ride, didn't you?

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[Jason thought he couldn't possibly be more overwhelmed, but no here it is again. However, Jason does bite back his emotions more successfully than before.]

Are you serious?

[He gets a glimpse of the work in progress bike.]

Oh fuck yeah. I know how to ride.

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This might take a little longer. The junkyard doesn't always have the things I need.

( It's hit or miss and there's others who go through it as well. It's really more of a first come first serve sort of deal there and not everyone is so willing to share. However, he makes do with what he can find and Bruce has always had a knack for fixing up cars and bikes. His Batmobile he'd built from the ground up after all, especially the engine. )

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I'm cool with that. [Jason moves over to the bike to run his fingers over it before he turns around to face Bruce.]

Why are you doing all of this?

[It still feels a bit like some kind of trap, like something Bruce will pull away at the last moment.]

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You said you wanted to work together.

( He looks to him then. )

Do you not want to anymore?

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No, I do. [Jason is quick to reply. He doesn't want any confusion on Bruce's end.]

I really do. Trust me. [Jason searches for the right words.] I'm not really used to it, I guess.

[A deep breath.] I mean, I got kicked out of the Titans, broken up with by a fucking mole, and then fired, like all in a week.

I guess I just wasn't expecting all this.

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I have time.

( This isn't Gotham. There's little need to patrol which... is frustrating at times. Especially when he needs to direct his anger somewhere and there's none of Penguin's crew to throw around. So, instead, he's down here. Working on things. When he's not slipping away into the darkness of his room and spiraling into a depression, but. No one needs to know that. )

I just want you prepared.

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I really like it. I really do.

[Jason bites his lip a moment before nodding.]

You ever want any help. I mean, I'll probably be here more often. So just shout, I guess.

[And someone has to clean up.]

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( Well. He's glad Jason likes and approves of what he's done so far. It's not his best work, but. Once again, going off what he has here and still taking all the necessary precautions and time needed when it comes to putting together and creating these types of things. )

If you need anything, I'll do what I can.