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I... don't think so.

( Honestly, he has no idea. He doesn't exactly cook. )

Huh. You’ve never lived without Alfred have you?

[Jason rotates the hotdog again.]

( At that, he drops his gaze. )

No. Being here is… the first I’ve been without him.

( And that’s now extended to over a year. )

[Jason pulls the hot dogs off the burner and turns off the fire. He sets them on a plate and holds one out to Bruce.]

Sorry. That really sucks.

Yeah. I know.

( Taking the plate, he stares down to it then before he looks back up to Jason. )

I don't think I have buns for these.

All good. We just eat them right off the fork. [Jason scoops up a fork he designates as his before biting off the end of the hot dog.]

( Off the fork... hm. He eyes Jason doing such a thing for a moment before he goes and helps himself to doing the same. It's not that he's a snob about it, it's just... he's never really been one to eat hot dogs in the first place. Although, with having been here on his own more or less for the past year and some months, he hasn't exactly been dining and wining in the ways Alfred might see to it. )

When the suit's finished, I'm going to get you to test it out.

Sweet. I'm down for whenever.

[He tries to downplay the excitement that has built up in his gut at the thought of wearing a suit again. Of being a part of something again.]

( At that, he reaches over with his free hand — gently places it there on Jason's shoulder before he lets it drop away and goes back to eating his hot dog. Well, the wiener anyways. )

I'll try not to keep you waiting too long.

I… I trust you.

[Jason tries to busy his mouth with bites.]

Pretty good, huh.

It's honestly better than anything I might come up with.

( Attempts... would be made, but. Jason doesn't need to be put through that. )

Hey this is what happens when you live on the streets most of your life.

[Jason shrugs again.]

You don't have to anymore. ( A beat. ) Not here anyways.

[Jason hesitates before nodding.] Yeah, I guess you’re right.

But only if you want. When you want.

( He nods to Jason then, not wanting to make the boy feel as though he's being forced to stay here. Just wanting him to know... he has a place here. )

I mean. They already know I visit the tower. It’s not like they’d be tracking much new.

[Jason takes another bite out of the hot dog.]

( Taking the time to finish his own hot dog off, he sets the plate down then and looks to Jason. Thoughtful. )

You know I'm fine with you being here. Just as long as you're comfortable.

Yeah, I do. [Jason replies softly, looking away from Bruce. Having something like this is so huge and important to Jason, but saying out loud still feels like admitting a weakness.]

I do.

Alright then.

( At that, he looks over to Jason — a slow nod to follow. )

I'll... try to be better with keeping things stocked around here.

( Food, he means. )

[Jason’s uncomfortable pressure is relieved by Bruce’s mention of the fridge.]

I’ll being stuff back to stash in the fridge.

( That's probably a good idea. Same for the pantry, to which he looks around for a moment. )

Sure. Whatever you like. Out of the options they have here anyways.

[Jason goes quiet for a moment before,]

You have any preferences?

I'm fine with anything.

( He offers Jason a bit of a smile. )

Maybe things that are easy to make.

( For both their sakes. )

You mean with a microwave? ‘Cause I’m used to burgers, dogs, pizza; stuff I can find in a gas station or can whip up easy without a microwave.

[Welcome to your second feral child Bruce, albeit feral for a different reason.]

Sure. Whatever's easiest.

( Jason is likely going to learn what it means to have a meal made by Bruce Wayne... )

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