10232/The Devil Made Me Do It

The Devil Made Me Do It
Date of Scene:	28 November 2019
Location:	Markovia Station, Old Gotham
Synopsis:	Carrie drops in on Jason and they catch up about their lives and talk strategy about how not to sleep with Lucifer.
Cast of Characters:	Red Hood, Carrie Kelley

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Red Hood has posed:
It was the day after the visit with Zatanna, the one where Jason had seemed so uncharacteristically rattled by the existance of the honest to god (heh) devil.

After that meeting Jason just seemed to drop off the face of the planet. Which given the mood he'd been in before that was likely not a good thing. Thankfully there were no bodies found around the city, indeed his patrol areas seem to be entirely unpatrolled of late and for someone like Jason, who was, grumpily all about the mission that was sort of odd in itself.

However, any checks with Babs and her info network or good guesses on where to find Jason would lead to the Red Cave where the man in question, was just waking up as evening arrived, wandering out of his living quarters behind the false wall, dressed in what could be best described as rumpled club clothes covered over by a long terry cloth bathrobe.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
It had been awhile since Carrie had outright visited the station, or 'cave' as he took to calling it. Not since he and Kitty had split ways really. Given the circumstances though it seemed as if he might need some company. Or at least a visit to make sure he was all right.

Following the familiar path down, Carrie comes into the area calling out, "Jaybird, you around?" She was wearing regular street clothes instead of her costume. This wasn't a business visit after all.

Red Hood has posed:
The place hadn't changed much since the split with Kitty except for a whole lot more Bat kit neatly stacked in crates around the place, looted from the caches Bruce had given him with the start of Knightfall just in case Bruce changed his mind about giving it to him. Oh and the van from the demon raid was there, with the EMP pulled out of the back.

His security system alerted him that someone was coming and when he checked the cameras and saw Carrie, he smiled and when she called out he replies, "Yeah, over by the computer," he calls waving from where he stands in the club clothes and robe combo.

"Hey, what's up?" he asks her once she's drawn closer, leaning against his computer desk. He looks tired (shocker) and maybe a little hung over, "I'll have coffee in a second if you want some."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Do you really have to ask about coffee? I kind of live off of it," Carrie points out with a grin of her own as she steps over to the computer to join him. A glance is given to the screens even though it's nothing she hasn't seen herself most likely. Then she glances at him with a single eyebrow rising at what he was wearing. "Going out or coming in?" She asks wryly.

That doesn't explain why she's here though. Another moment of thought is given, and she shrugs. "It's been awhile since we hung out. Plus I wanted to make sure you were okay after these last few days. We all need to keep an eye out on each other after all."

Red Hood has posed:
"One of us, one of us," Jason chants about Carrie practically living off coffee. "Forget the cool new suit, the car and the cave, that's the real signs you've become a Bat, sleep deprivation and coffee addiction," he jokes turning to pour them a couple of mugs. "How do you take yours again?" he asks. He's got the usual fixings down here and loads his up with milk and sugar. It was that sort of night.

"Waking up, not sure about the going out, but forgot to change out of my stuff from last night when I came in this morning," and likely crashed through the entire day. "Think I'm still a little hung over," he says a touch gingerly.

"Yeah, it has," he agrees about not hanging out. "What's up with that? I don't smell..." he snifs himself as a joke and wrinkles his nose. "I normally don't smell, seems like I've hung out with everyone in the family but you," he teases with a smirk. "I think I've seen Tim more and well he's /Tim/," though really the guilt wasn't anywhere near one sided, Jason had been wrapped up with his bullshit as much as anything and it wasn't like he didn't know where Carrie's cave was, hell it was basically down the street. "Anyhow, sorry about that, the last few months, Bruce, Dick-Bat, demons, Ivy... ugh, it's been crazy."

Though there's a nod about keeping an eye on each other as he says, "True, how have things been for you?" the question and interest was earnest but Carrie's been a Bat long enough to likely see the deflection from how /he's/ doing burried within it.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley reaches up to pinch her nose with a little crinkle. "Could maybe use a shower." It's teasingly said as her hand drops away again with a chuckle. The suggestion of coffee does lead her to following over to the pot though. "Cream and sugar. I love coffee, but I also love having my stomach lining intact. I've always been a bit of an addict to caffiene though. Comes with being in theater. Late nights, cram sessions... Maybe it's a college thing, too."

The question is noted, though she does take a moment before responding. "It has been ... It's been a lot lately," she admits reaching out to take a mug for herself. Fingers drum against the side of it quietly with a pensive frown. "I don't know. I've just had too much going on and didn't want to put more stress on anyone else. I mean... I guess I probably pulled away some as well. I've been working more at school again, and avoiding..." She firmly shakes her head only to fix him with a stern glare.

"Just like you're avoiding my question. You going to be okay? Seriously." A jab is given to his ribs with a pinch. "Everyone has someone they can go to if they need something. Used to be I was one of them." The other being Kitty of course, so that goes unsaid.

Red Hood has posed:
Jason laughs at the nose crinkle, and banter back about his smell..."Well if you insist," he jokes turning and miming taking off his clothes as if he was going to walk right to the shower from there. He chuckles then turning and smoothing down his robe before getting the coffee squared away with plenty of cream and sugar. "Well then perfect fit for the family business, how's the theatre stuff going by the way?" this one is less of a deflection and just honest curiosity.

"I know what you mean," he says of things being a lot as he sips at his coffee as Carrie grabs hers. "Things have been a lot all over," he says before brows raise at the mention of avoidance. "Avoding what?"

When he's called out, Jason chuckles lowly holding up a hand, "I know I'm a sucky friend," he says. "I should have hunted you down and made you listen to my issues, I dunno, I figured with Bruce, the new patrol zones, a cave of your own and living in the mansion pulling down six figures, you had enough on your plate. Still should have bugged you."

And that wasn't even touching on the whole business with the loa.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Oh, like I haven't seen you mostly naked before!" Carrie shakes her head with an upward roll of her eyes, grinning with thinly veiled amusement at the apparent 'threat' he'd made. Her fingers curl further around her mug of coffee to take a nice long pull on it enjoying the way the warmth spread down through her with a quiet sigh. It was getting colder out there being Winter. Warming up was always pleasant when you had to stick out in the cold so much.

"... I took some time off from theater to be honest. I don't have as much time to direct things as before. I'm still helping of course, just not in a production role. It's about time some of the others got some experience with organizing, too."

"I've just had a lot to think about. With the Boss nearly biting it, and then the cave, and... Just everything." She hadn't even really had time yet to follow up about her potential error with the Loa. Maybe it was one of those things that wouldn't be an issue so long as she avoided crossing their paths again. "But that's part of it. Everything at once. So many changes and I've barely had time to figure out if it's what I really want or not." Another sip before she adds, "The money is nice, don't get me wrong, but I feel guilty taking it. Barely touch it."

Red Hood has posed:
"Oh that's right," Jason says about seeing him mostly naked, "That was just before you me and Kitty slept together," he grins wickedly. Though, it was sleep, not "sleep". He laughs. "You guys were so hammered and I never got my beer replaced." He doesn't sound too worried about the beer.

Jason too takes a moment to get warm from the coffee, there were strategically placed space heaters around the station and one of them was right next to the coffee but in general the station was usually freezing come winter, the downside of picking a cool looking but massive base without the backing of Wayne billions to keep it comfortable. He shifts over giving more room by the heater if Carrie wants to take advantage of it.

"Shit, sorry to hear that, but I get it," Jason says of stepping back. "Good you're keeping a hand in though. I'm just managing to do my night job right now. Though it also sort of keeps life simple just beeing the Hood, so, I guess I've got that."

He nods about there being a lot to think about and to consider. "Got the same way with me lately too, just so much happening so fast I have no clue what I really want out of it all. I'm just reacting and keeping things moving, like if I stop all that heavy thinking might catch up with me, you know?"

Carrie Kelley has posed:
The reminder of that night she'd gotten way too drunk is responded to with a solid swat on the arm. "Yeah, yeah, I'm too young to buy beer anyway." Which is why she typically leeched off him when she DID drink. Though it wasn't that often, thankfully. Just on occasion when she was having some sort of problem she needed to forget awhile. Usually. When he shifts to give her room by the heater she's glad to tuck closer to it with a sigh.

"One thing I do appreciate is that the Bunker has climate control. I really have to do something about the lighting though. It's like being in a hospital or something." Stark, bright, white. When they were on anyway. "Maybe some mood lights that shift colors."

Grinning at the very thought she looks down into her cup of coffee, then up again. A bit more serious of an expression creeps over her. "So apparently Stephanie volunteered us to keep an eye on Lucifer. You've hung out with him more than me. And the other night aside... I mean... It's safe, right? Much as I can expect anything we do to be safe." There's a pause before she mumbles, "Plus I've never been to any clubs yet."

Red Hood has posed:
"Ow!" Jason complains as he's swatted hamming it up for all it's worth before he sticks out his tounge at her. "Fine, you'll just have to come with when I visit Roy next in Starling where the drinking age is nineteen and settle up there." He teases with a shake of his head.

"Got to admit, I am jealous," Jason says of the climate control. "I managed to make a living space in here that's decent in the winter, but the rest of the cave," he pats the heater on one of the not omg hot parts, "This is what I've got." There's smirk for the lighting issue, "Oh yeah, get them on a dimmer switch, maybe throw in some strobes for when you want to get lit with your friends," he jokes. "Be sure to show Bruce though, he'd love it."

"Yeah, I saw and I've definitely hung out with him more," he says taking an all too furtive sip of his coffee and glancing down at his club clothing. "Depends on what you mean by safe," Jason says. "I don't think he means us any harm, but he's got this way about him, well you've seen, where you just do stuff, so, I'd say you're all safe unless you know you're harbouring a secret desire to bang him, in which case..." he smirks tilting his head as if thinking. "Well that's not 'danger' exactly, the girls that where there when Kate and I walked in on him seemed to be having a good time." He snorts and shoots her a look.

"And yeah?" he rummages into his pocket to pull out his wallet and produce a New Jersey driver's license which he proudly hands over. "I'm the /master/ at fake IDs."

The picture of has to be Jason at maybe fifteen/sixteen, Damian's age, looking very much like himself minus the world weariness, plus a cocky smirk, oh and he's giving the finger guns. Though despite the picture the ID looks good declaring him Jason Wayne, the old ID putting him at around 28 now.

"Found this the other day," he explains. "And I can definitely make you a legit one, or you probably can by this point with the stuff in your cave, but honestly, I don't think Lucifer's people will care too much, that place is all about giving in to temptation."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
That was a lot to take in, really, but there's an obvious point where Carrie's face just goes red with eyes widening. "I don't have any desire to...!" She blurts with a hand lifting to clap over her face. At least, she didn't think she did? So far as she'd known him it was just in a fight or two, and even that was a bit distracting. When things actually got busy during the diamond heist it was easier to ignore though. A long sigh is exhaled as her hand falls away.

Then there's a fake ID earning a grin. If he doesn't hang onto it she quickly snatches it from his grasp to get a better, steady look. "Wow, you actually *were* a kid at some point," she jokes with a warm laugh. "Guess the skunk stripe came later, huh?" It's offered back with a nod.

"That might not be a bad idea to have just in case to begin with. A fake ID I mean. I'd be there to keep an eye on things, not bring the police in for them serving the underage. Besides, that'd look really bad if I got arrested, too." Let's not go there.

A light click of her fingers drum against the coffee mug again as she looks toward him from the corner of her eye. "I'm not intending to hop into bed with him, trust me. ... Just been a long time since I had a... ah, a date, either, and I'd rather not risk getting in a situation that might be awkward in that aspect. But I have a feeling that's going to be a tough thing in this case." Pausing, she adds, "Well, unless Steph keeps drooling over him at least."

Red Hood has posed:
Roll out the mission accomplished banner, Jason got Carrie to blush. It seemed to be a thing with them and Jason didn't seem to mind in the least as he chuckles to himself.

The ID is surrendered easily, "Yeah, I was," he admits of being a kid. "Though I think that may be the last piece of photo evidence of that, I think I've hunted down and destroyed the rest," he hadn't, Alfred would murder him if he dared touch any of the family pictures. "And yeah, they were out of 'I got beaten to death by the Joker and all I got was this lousy t-shirt shirts when I died, so I got this instead," he says breezily tugging on his 'skunk stripe'. He snerks suddenly then, "God really living that skunk thing aren't I?" he says sniffing at himself again. Actually he's not that bad just a little old booze and cigarettes... so sort of like Constantine?

"Yeah, well if you need any help with the ID, like I said, I'm your guy, made that one mostly to see if the Wayne name would overcome the really obviously bad picture, I can show you how to make the real deal."

"Yeah?" Jason asks about the long time. "How long is long? Don't tell me Doug was the last time you went out?" he asks remembering the time Kitty tried to set Carrie up with one of her friends from the school. "And yeah, not sure what to recommend for you two to get around it, I mean Kate and I worked out these buzzer things to give each other shocks if we saw the other person was acting weird, but we both just sort of forgot about all that when we got on site."

There's a smirk about Steph. "I noticed," he says. "She says it's all just joking but, with Lucifer, who can really tell. Only safeguard I can think of is have Babs in your ears to try to talk some sense into you guys if things get weird, I don't think his whatever works via the net."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Babs listening in. That was a good idea, really, and one she could easily set up. Or even perhaps just chat back and forth with Stephanie. She considers it again... Only to be distracted by his mention of stinking. A quick up and down look is given to him along with her throat clearing. "Just a bit. Might want to stop the smoking again. I can't imagine that's great for helping your lung capacity while running." Probably not.

"And yes, Doug was the last date I was on. And that was the first one since *our* date that one time." Of course it really wasn't a *date* so much as a running joke of how they met, and an introduction to the awesome dumpling place. Either way it was over a year ago to begin with. "I'm not counting the 'fake dates' Tim and I went on while trying to fish out that killer. ... Who I think may or may not have been taken care of by Damian."

Another crinkle of her nose comes and she admits, "I don't really want to know the answer to that so I haven't prodded him about it further. But having my ear peice in is a good idea," she agrees with a solemn nod, and another look toward him. "So should I let you go take a shower now or just grab a bottle of Febreeze to spritz you with?"

Red Hood has posed:
Jason snorts, "I've only had... seven since we saw Constantine," says of his smoking. "I'm allowing myself that one pack of twenty and that's it." Famous last words. "And hey, if I play my targets correctly I don't have to run," he boasts wryly. No Bat's plans even Batman's ran that smoothly.

Jason makes a face in sympathy for Carrie's dating life, "Wow, that's rough," he says. "I'd offer to take you out again, but I dunno, not sure I'm that cruel," he jokes. "Sort of on the whole random hook up thing right now," he admits of his own dating life. "Plus I'm me."

If Carrie's watching, and well she's always been the most observant of them, there's a little flicker of a micro expression on Jason's face when she mentions Damian taking out the guy who'd been stalking Tim and Carrie.

"If I knew, I wouldn't tell you," Jason offers honestly. "And yeah, we can definitely hook that, up the ear piece thing I mean," he says before laughing. "Fiiine, I'll take a shower, I'm out of Fabreeze."