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( they're on jason's turf now. not out and about, not where anyone can easily find them now that he's gone through and reset the security system. the shift is obvious: when jason goes from stiff-shouldered to slouching over a little more comfortably as he removes the hood and sets it down on top of a nearby bookshelf. shrugs off his jacket and hangs it up on one of the wall hooks.

the tips of his ears are red, confidence from before replaced with something more - nervous. it's one thing when jason's antagonizing dick on purpose, pushing his buttons because he knows he can. it's another entirely when he's not pushing dick into walls in seedy bars and is instead - standing in his own safehouse, watching dick examine his shit. )

She's my day rider. ( for when he's not going out as red hood, when he's using one of numerous aliases that aren't his name, because jason's used to being legally dead. jason todd hasn't existed for him since he was fifteen, which is just fine with him. it doesn't necessarily answer dick's question, but he's sure he can read between the line: it's not meant to be attention-grabbing.

jason walks away from the panel he'd been working on, leans down to start undoing the gun holsters strapped to his thighs. )