cause serious, you're so serious

[deadredbird.livejournal.com]

WHO: Donna and Jason
WHERE: out in the city
WHEN: errr, yesterday?
WARNINGS: none
SUMMARY: Donna recognizes Jason's motorcycle and decides to follow him. Jason figures it out. TALKING ENSUES?
FORMAT: aaaaction?

[As he got back on the motorcycle, he was involved in his thoughts, mainly about the gang he was running. He was worried primarily that he was getting too established, hardly any different from the kind of gangs he despised and habitually took down except for the one caveat of not selling to kids. But he hadn't started this with the intention of creating a morally upright organization. They were for muscle and money. They were convenient. Should they be something more?

He actually almost missed her, he was so caught up in his thoughts.]

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[wondah.livejournal.com]

[A strong desperation to be thoroughly convinced that Jason's actions were a momentary lapse in judgment -- it happened more often in the superhero world, she believed, than people would like to admit. It was bound to occur when taking on the responsibility of dealing personally with the darkest acts society could produce.]

Okay. Stay out of trouble.

[She felt as if she had been inflicting discomfort on him. She could recognize it, really, and selfishly pressed past it all in what she felt was quite a weak attempt at a connection. Her touch trailed down his jaw and finalized as a grip on his chin, turning his head slightly to the side as she kissed his cheek in a soft and unassuming gesture of gratitude.]

Or I'll come after you again.

[deadredbird.livejournal.com]

[Tolerating it all with comfortably half-shut eyes, his arm tightened around her briefly in response. He was never going to get the chance to actually kiss her, but this wasn't his idea of a substitute, it was just what it was. A connection, something to hold onto. She would inevitably be disappointed, but nobody would blame him, or so he believed, for wanting to hang onto their friendship (if this was what it was) for a little longer.]

Promises. [He smiled, sardonic but pleased.]

[wondah.livejournal.com]

You know, I predicted ninety-nine percent more yelling and rage in this confrontation. I'm a biiit disappointed.

[Donna was persuaded, perhaps too eagerly, that despite his troubled act of vengeance against the Joker, Jason's subsequent silence and avoidance indicated that he was indeed mentally sound enough to grasp the magnitude of what those actions could do to a person, and how it must worry the people who cared about him (which, of course, Donna had no idea just how limited that number was in an expressively healthy way).]

You have such a nice smile. [Both of her arms had rested loosely on his shoulders now, and she offered a playful grin, hoping to embarrass him.]

[deadredbird.livejournal.com]

From you or from me or from both of us?

[The talk he was putting off would not be a pleasant one. But he would think about that later, when the time came. He would be sorry then, and not before. This time he raised just one eyebrow at Donna's attempt to embarrass him, and flashed his best impression of Bruce Wayne's millionaire douchebag smile.]

[wondah.livejournal.com]

Both -- oh. Oh. That's, um ... [She recoiled a bit from the position she had been in, taking a step back and bringing a hand to her chest, clutching at her coat; her other hand held on to Jason's, her fingers filling the spaces in between his.]

That's kind of ... terrifying? Maybe it's the dark and menacing alley. But you should stop.

[deadredbird.livejournal.com]

[Billionaire douchebag smile, excuse me. Which faded into a normal and relatively genial smirk.]

Do you want to go somewhere?

[It was about as casual as it sounded. He was open to just about any sort of activity that wasn't too much talking.]

[wondah.livejournal.com]

[She latched to his side immediately, linking arms with him and looking happy as can be.]

I thought you'd never ask! I'm just using you for the bike, I hope you know.

[She hadn't been out much with anyone in a while, and the fluctuating and unpredictable mood of the Titans' House paired with an interminable need to distract herself from how much she missed her husband made her incredibly thankful for the suggestion. She already had a few things in mind, thankfully, and she was keen on the idea of doing one of them with Jason.]

[deadredbird.livejournal.com]

Then I guess I'll have to teach you to ride it.

[Drive it. Whatever. He wasn't the best of teachers, but it seemed like a small thing that might make Donna happy, and given that this would inevitably come to an end, it seemed like taking these small opportunities would be best.]

Got any place in mind?

[wondah.livejournal.com]

You'd do that? [Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and she looked back from Jason to his bike. Which she immediately thought, "must not crash", because then she'd never be able to face Jason again.] We'll have to find a spot where I won't kill civilians in the process of learning.

[She stopped herself from grinning, because she apparently had to look cool and not too overexcited about the bike thing. No one who rides motorcycles looks excited about it. They look like it's the most natural, casual thing on earth.

Jason did it well. More James Dean, less the Fonz.]

Uuuum--We should see a horror film. Later, I mean. I'll pay.

[She had wanted to go somewhere more private, like a park. Not Central, but a less crowded, less popular one. However, they were still easing in to each others company. She found a movie best -- they'd be spending time together, sharing an experience, and facing a screen the entire time.]