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( the door breaks right off it's hinges, which jason feels a little bad about, but, hey, if he can't be dramatic then what's the point? as soon as he's got the bar's attention turned towards him, he's rolling his shoulders back and shoving his hands into his pockets. walking with a hard-on? uncomfortable, especially given the damn cup. but he makes it look easy, sauntering his way back out into the crowd with a limp that's only noticeable if you're really paying attention to his gait. most people don't, they pay attention to the bat on his chest, the hood, which is what he's aiming for here.

a quick stop by the bar, and jason pulls out a brown leather wallet. it doesn't carry any form of ID in it, but plenty of cash and a few black cards without visible names. not that the names programmed into the cards are real anyway, but keeping up the aesthetic is important. he doesn't go for the cards, but instead reaches for the cash. pulls out a few large bills and sets them down on the bar on his way past. )

For the mess. Call me if they give you any shit again, Sandra. This's Red Hood turf. ( the last bit's said loud enough to make sure everyone damn well knows it. he doesn't wait for sandra's response and intentionally rams his shoulder into a few hooligans on his way to the front door. making a scene on his way back out to his bike. it's red, loud, hard to miss because jason generally doesn't want to be missed. he wants people to know he's coming for them. wants them to be afraid. it's a little less convenient now, when he's throwing a leg over it and shifting hips forward a bit to try and readjust himself without actually reaching his hand down. no one can see the way his lips twist into a displeased scowl, nor the discomfort in his expression when he shifts back again and - starts up the bike.

takes off away from the bar. his safehouse is several miles away; jason goes for one that's a bit of a distance away to give himself time to calm down on the way. letting dick grayson be caught following him is less than ideal, so he takes a less crowded path, goes down alleys, and intentionally makes it a little harder than necessary to follow him, while also giving dick some cover so no one's going on twitter posting pics of him following after some murderous asshole in a mask. )