Jason's actually somewhat satisfied with the work he's gotten done today. Last night had been a real blow, but he's working on it.
He heads back to his apartment, pulls out his suit. Black fabric, red lining, not too shabby in general. He takes a few to undo his disguise from earlier, ditching the fake piercings and dyeing the streaks back to the natural black before applying his mask.
He knows the weapons policy, and more importantly, knows the game well enough to know not to push it. He doesn't pack any weapons, just his phone, a lighter and a pack of smokes - he'll be there a while.
It feels damn weird, to go completely weaponless. He's usually always got a holster or something. Christ, he keeps a knife in the shower and under his pillow just in case. Now? He'd even taken out the flashbomb fake tooth to make sure. He's got nothing.
And the new getup just adds to the surreality. Mixing the suit with the hood and mask, especially given - the history. He'd chosen the name pretty intentionally, his own little reclamation. But he'd redesigned it just as intentionally, too.
Still, it's his own. And it's just for a night. He doesn't like the whole monkey suit deal, but he'd put up with enough bullshit events as Bruce Wayne's adoptive son to learn to live with it.
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He heads back to his apartment, pulls out his suit. Black fabric, red lining, not too shabby in general. He takes a few to undo his disguise from earlier, ditching the fake piercings and dyeing the streaks back to the natural black before applying his mask.
He knows the weapons policy, and more importantly, knows the game well enough to know not to push it. He doesn't pack any weapons, just his phone, a lighter and a pack of smokes - he'll be there a while.
It feels damn weird, to go completely weaponless. He's usually always got a holster or something. Christ, he keeps a knife in the shower and under his pillow just in case. Now? He'd even taken out the flashbomb fake tooth to make sure. He's got nothing.
And the new getup just adds to the surreality. Mixing the suit with the hood and mask, especially given - the history. He'd chosen the name pretty intentionally, his own little reclamation. But he'd redesigned it just as intentionally, too.
Still, it's his own. And it's just for a night. He doesn't like the whole monkey suit deal, but he'd put up with enough bullshit events as Bruce Wayne's adoptive son to learn to live with it.
The ringing of his phone interrupts his reverie.