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[ one of them is bound to fuck it up. it's just how these things go, he finds.

so, for the moment, sure. he'll enjoy it. it's not that he's trying to be bitter about this or look at it through pessimistic lenses. it's just that he finds whenever things start to get good? they get bad and as much as he loves the fire he controls, he doesn't like getting burned.

he's waiting outside for jason, clicking away on his lighter as he stands on the bottom step. jacket thrown over a sleeveless white shirt and blue jeans worn to finish it all off, his outfit's pretty casual, even if he might have changed shirts a couple times. he's not buff like piotr by any means, but he's not scrawny either.

another few clicks of his lighter as he stands there, he looks for any sign of motorcycles coming down and when he spots one, he squints a bit before a huff is given. yeah, that's probably gotta be jason. ]

[ it's how things go, Jason knows it too. but... so far so good, right? best to live in the moment, in the good. that's the only thing he can possibly hope for.

he already sees John standing there in front of the building as he turns the corner and drives down the street. the bike is fancy... fancier than most other things Jason's been showing up in. he hasn't really had a chance to explain his situation to John yet... maybe he's been avoiding it, because the person he really is, is the person John knows.

everything with Bruce Wayne is like a fucking fantasy. Jason's knows he's gonna fuck all that up too eventually, but at least for now....

he pulls up in front of the building, all smiles as he parks, pushing up the visor on his helmet. ]

Hey, sexy. Can I give you a ride?

[ well look at this. he really does have a bike. not that he really doubted him or anything, just. hadn't been too sure.

his lighter is tucked inside his jacket pocket as he drops down from the step he'd been standing on, casually making his way on over to the curb there where jason and his bike are. pad of his thumb running across his bottom lip, he huffs a laugh as he comes up alongside the bike. ]

I don't know. Was waiting for this guy to pick me up. Supposed to take me out on a date or some shit.

[Jason smiles, really glad to see John waiting for him with a smile on his own face. he snags a helmet from the back of his bike, holding it out to John.]

Lucky guy. Too bad for him I got here first, though. Hope on and hold on tight.

[he doesn't usually have anyone to ride with, so this'll be nice.]

[ helmet in hand, he looks it over for a moment, rolling it between his hands as he looks jason over. you know, appreciating the view and all that. ]

Guess you're lucky I don't mind talking to strangers.

[ because apparently this is a thing they're doing. why not.

pulling the helmet over his head and taking a second to adjust it some, he gets himself on the back of the bike, holding to jason with a hand as he gets comfy. this should be interesting. ]

Ready whenever you are, hot stuff.

[Jason's appreciating the view too. he's appreciating all of it. he has a feeling this is gonna be a really good night.

he grins big, sliding his visor back down when John gets on and holds on to him. yeah, this is definitely nice. when John says he's ready, Jason takes off, speeding through Gotham to get to their destination.

Jason hopes John appreciates a fast and reckless ride, cause there pretty much the best part.]

[ oh he sure appreciates fast and reckless, never mind hard, too.

admittedly, he's never taken a spin on a bike before, but it's not like he's scared of the speed jason decides to take them at. if anything, it's freeing, in a way, and when you're the sort of person who has a habit of running away from so much shit in your life — things, people, places — it's almost familiar, too. so what's there to be afraid of? ]

[ it's freeing, for sure. that's one of the reasons Jason likes it so much. It's like flying away from everything.

he takes backroads and short cuts cause that's what he's used to, and then they end up by amusement mile, where the amusement park is in full swing. he parks his bike in a more secluded area, pulling his helmet off when he stops the bike. ]

You good?

[ there's a subtle sort of disappointment to be felt when the bike comes to a stop, but. all good things do come to an end, as john knows firsthand. when jason goes and takes his helmet off, he does the same, flicking his hair out of his face after. ]

Yeah, babe. Do I not look good?

[ that's a trick question because he likes to think he always looks good. ]

You look amazing.

[Jason says as he looks over his shoulder at John, all the sincerity in his tone. John doesn't have to worry about the ride either, cause he'll get another one on their way back.]

Reach behind you into the compartment, there's a bag in there.

[A bottle of pretty damn decent vodka in a paper bag for them to share.]

[ amazing, he says. well. john can't deny that he likes that sort of answer and it shows in the way he half-grins at jason.

at the request to reach in behind him into that compartment, he raises a brow at first but, goes ahead and does it... and sort of just chuckles a bit when he takes a peek at what's inside. ]

So this gonna be a classy night, huh?

Hey man, I told you. Amusement park with drinks. I did grab the fancy shit though.

[that's about as classy as Jason tends to get. but he's pretty sure John already knows that. neither of them need classy. what they're looking for is fun.]

Just don't puke on the rides.

[ they're classy enough as is with just being themselves. or some shit. ]

The fuck kind of weakling you take me for?

[ said more as a tease than actually being offended by that, he gives a light punch to jason's shoulder as he takes care in cradling the bag there against his chest. ]

Worry about yourself, babe. I'll be fine.