10243/A Brownstone Visitor

A Brownstone Visitor
Date of Scene:	28 November 2019
Location:	Elegant Brownstone, Upper West Hill
Synopsis:	Stephanie brings Jason a surprise gift, and ends up with cookies from Mrs. Sheehan next door. Reports of a stripper pole in Jason's bedroom are still unconfirmed.
Cast of Characters:	Spoiler, Red Hood

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Spoiler has posed:
It's a frigid cold night. Cold fronts seem of late to be joining maple syrup, containers of Tim Horton's coffee, and hockey as Canada's most frequent and high profile exports to the area. Thankfully there isn't much snow yet, but it's forecast to be coming as moisture laden clouds are moving into the area tonight.

The driveway of the brownstone that sits beside the building is normally empty, with Jason's car and bike in the small garage when they are not in use. There are a few patches of ice here and there on the drive, street and sidewalk, making for treacherous spots one should be wary when on foot.

In a parking spot out front of the brownstone, a rather conspicuous vehicle is parked. A reproduction of a 1965 Shelby Cobra, in purple and the car kept in pristine condition. Stephanie's birthday present from Bruce so she's not always tooling around town on her bike. Which this time of year would make for a cold ride. The top is up on the Cobra, definitely a nicer ride tonight.

Red Hood has posed:
The Canuckleheads did alright with the coffee, the maple syrup and even the hockey, but as far as Jason was concerned they could keep the damn cold.

As with Steph's Cobra having the top up, Jason left the bike in the Red Cave and drives the 1968 Fastback Mustang instead, meaning when he pulls up to the already occupied driveway it turns the block into a classic car show, one Jason definitely didn't expect.

"What the hell?" he says when he spots the car, deftly changing course to paralell park at the curb. He shivers a little as he steps out of the warmth of his car into the cold Gotham night, zipping up his coat and stuffing his hands into his pockets once the car door is closed.

He goes to the front door first, careful for ice as he bounds up the steps and inserts the key in the lock. "Hello?" he calls when he steps inside. There's no answer. He calls again wandering the Brownstone's many floors until he reaches the bedroom at the top, peering inside to see if Steph had decided on a whim to steal his bed. She's not there either and he goes to the window to look out in the backyard. Nothing there either.

Jason pulls out his phone then firing off a text:

Jason >> Hey I know parking is expensive in Gotham, but a little warning next time huh? :)

The smiley is added to make sure she knew he wasn't mad, just amused and teasing.

Spoiler has posed:
The text goes flying off into the ether. Carried on the fingers of angels to be delivered to the phones of the worthy. It doesn't really work that way, but Barbara Gordon is probably feeling a disturbance in the Force just at having it described that way.

As Jason sends off the text, a sight might catch his eye out the window. The street has several brownstones on it, and the one next door has a few windows facing his direction. Down on the ground level there's a bit of holly decorating the edges of the window, framing the sight of Stephanie talking to his neighbor.

The elderly woman is in her late 60s and is one of those little things where you wonder if she's shrank with age. (As it turns out, she has.) She has greying hair pulled back, and usually a friendly enough expression on a face that looks like it has lost some weight over the years.

She and Stephanie are standing and talking. The younger blond girl gives what looks like a warm laugh and a smile. She's holding a package of some sort under one arm. And then she reaches into a back pocket of her jeans, pulling out her phone. She grins and glances at the driveway and motions towards it, drawing the look of-

Darn it. What was her name? Sheed? Sheely? No, neither of those. Sheehan! That was it.

Stephanie taps on her phone and Jason's chimes with a text message>> Sorry! Talking to your neighbor. Be there in a sec. Brought you something!

Stephanie turns back to Mrs. Sheehan, who seems to live alone from what Jason has seen. They speak for another minute or two and then the elderly woman walks Stephanie to the door, but makes her stop and wait as she goes elsewhere for a moment, returning with a plate with plastic wrap over it.

Stephanie takes it with a warm smile for the woman and touch to her shoulder. Whatever she says it makes Mrs. Sheehan beam. And then Stephanie is departing, heading outside and hopping off the porch and down to the driveway. She trots over towards Jason's door, making one little slide on an icy spot but not at risk of falling. She gets to the door and raps, then opens it to stick her head in. "Ok to come in!?" she calls.

Red Hood has posed:
Yes, Babs would be swatting people if she ever heard that description of how texting works. Of course Jason would feel compelled to play dumb and ask, "So, it doesn't work that way..." and well yeah.

As it happens he does catch site of Steph through the window as he tilts his head at what he's seeing. What was she doing with Mrs. Sheehan? He's about to type that he sees her, but he sees Steph getting her phone and typing something back and he smirks while he waits, it was weird seeing someone typing a text then waiting for it to arrive. Like shouldn't they just be shouting?

All the same he checks his message and fires one back:

Jason >> I see you.

He waves from the window and then generally lurks like some sort of goober while Stephanie says her goodbyes to his neighbour and he makes his way downstairs to open the door for her. The trip down means he misses her flirtation with her arch-nemesis gravity, but he's there to hear her knock and call out, to which he replies.

"No, because I got totally naked on the way down to the door," he says with amused sarcasm before he says more seriously, but still with good humour. "Yeah, come in."

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie waited until she was outside to peer up at the windows. Spotting Jason in his own window, she gives him a big wave and one of her happily goofy grins as she heads to his door.

Hearing Jason's quip about being naked, Stephanie promptly answers with, "Well, then close your eyes because I'm coming in!" It totally makes sense to her at the least as the blond moves into the warmth of the house, closing the door behind her and stamping her feet a bit to make sure she didn't track anything in with her.

She looks up towards Jason on the stairs. "Awwwww," she says at the sight of his clothing. "And here I thought maybe the rumors of the stripper pole in here were going to finally be resolved," she tells him.

Stephanie walks over to meet him at the bottom of the stairs. "Mrs. Sheehan gave us some chocolate chip cookies. Said to warm them in the microwave and they'll be like fresh out of the oven. I don't suppose you have any milk that isn't a biology experiment do you?" she asks, passing the wrapped plate of a dozen cookies over.

That leaves a box under her other arm. It's about a foot long and a half foot in the other dimensions, and wrapped with a red ribbon with a red bow stuck on it as well. She just holds onto it at the moment as she says, "She's such a sweet lady. And her home, she has all these little Christmas nick nacks and everything. Some of them are so beautiful. She spent yesterday and today getting it all decorated for her daughter to come in town for Thanksgiving."

Red Hood has posed:
Jason can't help but laugh at the goofy grin as he gives her a little wave in return.

Down by the door, Jason laughs again, "I think you've got that backwards..." he comments before she's inside and expressing her disapointment at the presence of his clothing and lack of stripper pole. "Duh, the pole's in the bedroom, obviously."

He jokes as he hops down the rest of the stairs, to land with a thud of his combat boots on the hardwood floor.

The cookies are eyed hungrily, "Did she feed you any of them yet?" he asks her as he makes his way to the kitchen, to check on the milk situation. "Because they are habit forming, I mean, I'm already doomed, but it might not be too late to save yourself," he grins at her from over the fridge door. He did indeed remember milk this time. Since he'd been here mostly to pack stuff and well, stay out of the cold while he set up his digs in the cave, cereal had been a staple food over the last couple of days.

He grabs the carton and some glasses and nods for Steph to grab a spot in the living room as he heads out with them. "Yeah, she really gets into that. One of those Christmas card people too, got a box of black Christmas cards just to have something to give her back," Jason says as he sets down the glasses and the carton of milk.

"So, what's in the other box?" he asks her nodding to it.

Spoiler has posed:
The comment from Jason causes Stephanie to peer up the stairs as if towards his room up there. "Oh, now you're just making me wanting to go check it out. Seriously then I'd be disappointed if there isn't a disco ball and a heart-shaped bed, too," she teases him.

Stephanie is in a fantastic mood. Even for her. It seems like she really enjoyed the talk with Mrs. Sheehan. "She didn't, and don't think you can talk me out of some of them like that," Stephanie says, following along Jason and giving him a poke in the ribs. And a second and third poke for good measure.

As Jason asks about the other box, Stephanie's smile grows even bigger. Maybe it's not just meeting the sweet woman next door that has her in a good mood then. "It's a present. For someone. A friend. Good friend? Probably good friend. He doesn't tell people about my embarrassing ice skating falls, so I think that qualifies," she says.

The smile has opened to reveal gleaming white teeth as she passes the box over to him. "I figured this was something you might like," she says, injecting a little shrug as if it's a small thing. But her eyes and smile make the shrug just for show.

Red Hood has posed:
"Don't forget the mirror on the ceiling," Jason adds withouth missing a beat. "That's critical."

It's hard to miss Stephanie's mood, it was like someone turned a sunlamp up to eleven and even worse, it was infectious, Jason found himself feeling a bit brighter, even as he's poked repeatedly in the side. "Hey, watch it, for all you know I've just come back from fighting Killer Croc, you could be causing me serious pain here!" he teases, really it more tickeled than anything not that Jason would ever admit THAT.

As he flops down to open the other box, he pauses, "Right we should probably get these cookies into the microwave after this, she wasn't joking, it does make them so much better."

But first? Present!

He eyes her a moment then nods, "Yeah, we're good friends," he offers, pulling her leg a bit with that look, making her sweat a bit.

Though when Jason opens the box and sees socks lots and lots of socks, warm winter ones with patterns on them, black dress socks, some white tube socks, and even some athletic ones that'd work well in his costume... though it takes him a bit to notice the variety because as soon as he sees that its socks he laughs.

"Oh god," he says shoulders shaking with laughter. "That's great, I give you full points for commitment to callbacks," he says reaching his arm around her and giving her a quick sideways hug. "Keep that up and I might promote you to very good friend," he teases.

Spoiler has posed:
The mention of a mirrored ceiling causes Stephanie to pause in thought. She moves her hands and shifts her body just a bit and then glances up, in a way that suggests a position in which she's upright. Then does a similar little shift as if she's considering something where she's on her back and already facing up. "Ooooh. Yeah. That could be nice," she says in a private voice.

Stephanie picks up the plate and ferries it to the microwave to get the cookies warming. Though she's looking over her shoulder to Jason and the present, her face lit up with anticipation of his reaction. "Glad I passed muster," she tells him at his confirmation of their friendship, in too good of a mood even for her smile to be teasing.

She brings the warmed cookies over and settles onto the cushion beside Jason as he's going through the box. His reaction leaves her beaming and as he slides the arm about her, she leans against him to give him a tight hug back.

Stephanie laughs at her chances of promotion. "Oh, a girl can hope," she says, smiling over to Jason from a bit close up after the hug. She stays there a moment and then realizes she's a bit closer in his personal space than normal. Moving back a little bit though still close beside him, a brief self-conscious look passing her face before the smile retakes it fully.

"I can't have my skating partner lifting me over his head only to stumble because of a hole in his sock," Stephanie proclaims. "So, this was probably utterly selfish of me." She picks up a cookie from the plate. It's just warm enough to hold it's shape, but soft enough it wants to droop a bit. She offers it up like a toast, and will clink it against his own cookie if he grabs one.

Red Hood has posed:
Jason pauses perplexed as Stephanie works out the mirrored ceiling thing, which puts images and impure thoughts in his head as he imagines what she's imaging right then.

"Kidding by the way," he adds as he hurries his step to go get that milk.

On the couch with milk poured, present opened, and cookies heated, he grins at the socks again, too amused by it to notice that she lingered within his personal space bubble a little longer than he'd have expected.

He laughs, and does indeed pick up a cookie, 'clinking' it with hers before he dips it in milk and takes a bite. "Oh god... these should be illegal, sure you don't want me to take that bullet for you," he asks nodding at Steph's cookie. He doesn't expect a yes as he gobbles down his cookie, then turns his attention to his boots which he unlaces one, and removes it revealing he's still wearing the same sock he was wearing, what? Days ago now.

"First, shut up," Jason says about his sock situation with a grin. "And two, I think it might be awhile before we get to lifts since I'm pretty sure it comes after stopping."

He pulls off the offending sock and selects a pair of the winter ones with snowflakes on them and pulls on one of those to replace it. "Better?" he asks, stuffing the holey sock back in his boot.

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie grins as they toast with the cookies. She dunks it in the milk and then takes a bite. "Oh. Oh god. This is so good," she says, savoring it. "The chocolate is so melty. She said she uses normal chocolate chips but also adds dark chocolate flakes," she says.

The young woman gives Jason a look of gratitude, the emotion amplified as much as she can make it. "Your willingness to sacrifice yourself on this cookie is greatly appreciated, Jason. But I just can't ask you to take that fate on all by yourself," she tells him.

Another bite of chocolate heaven. "Mmm. Well, I thought we had the Toboggan Stop move down pretty well already?" Stephanie tells Jason with one of her goofy grins. She watches as he changes out his socks. "Much better," she says. Stephanie kicks off her shoes and then gives Jason's foot a little nudge with her own. She has fresh socks on too from the looks of it.

"So I was debating whether to leave the box on your porch. Or come in and wait for you. Or maybe get creative. And Mrs. Sheehan was walking home from the grocery and I went to help her with her bags," she says. "Were you over at the cave?" she asks.

Red Hood has posed:
"That's how she gets you, it's all oh god at first but then the addiction kicks in and you find yourself doing things you'd never dream of for more," Jason says lightly despite trying to put on a truly stricken expression. He puts a hand on Steph's arm... "I have to confess something... Kitty and I didn't break up, I sold her to Mrs. Sheenan for more cookies," he says before turning his head away dramatically, a move ruined by his shoulders shaking with laughter.

He turns back quickly though flashing Steph a grin, "You sure, I'm willing to make that sacrifice, that's something I'd do fo my friends."

He laughs, "Toboggan stop. Is that what we're calling it?" Jason asks. "If so can we call you sitting on me while I slide on my ass a lift?" he teases before taking another bite of his cookie savouring the taste. "Yeah, those flakes really make it... so melty."

"Creative?" Jason asks curious at just what that might have entailed. "I am almost sorry I missed that," he says before nodding. "Yeah, trying to fix up the place a bit, figured I'd take it relatively easy until we sort out this demon thing."

Spoiler has posed:
A little peal of laughter escapes Stephanie at the news of Kitty being sold off. She glances over in the direction of the elderly woman's brownstone. And then to her nice warm, gooey, chocolate chip cookie. Back towards the brownstone. And back to her cookie.

"Yeah, I think I'm on board with that trade," Stephanie gives as a final verdict of Jason's woman-for-cookie transaction. Her eyes grow bigger as if with an idea. "What do you think she'd give us for a redhead? We've got like, two spares now," Stephanie says, now that Misfit has joined Carrie and Barbara on the team.

Stephanie is set off on a new course of laughter as Jason describes the new figure skating move. "I'm on board, but I'm afraid the Russian judge is probably going to be severe on it," she tells him, grinning over to Jason. "You know we should go regular sledding some time too," she tells him, flashing that grin to him as she brushes a fall of golden hair back behind her ear.

"What's the name of that huge hill across the bridge that the kids take over in winter?" she asks, waggling a finger off in the appropriate direction to help indicate which one she means. "I bet Alfred has some sleds buried somewhere over there we could try to borrow. And you have nice warm socks now you can wear so the other kids don't make fun of you when you get snow in your boots," she teases, reaching over to give Jason's side another little poke. Wait. Not a poke. That might be at tickle. Did she notice his reaction earlier?

"You know. Creative," she says, affecting a mysterious look. "I'll keep that in mind for the next present then," she says. Stephanie gives a little nod about taking it easy. "Yeah, good if we're all rested up and ready," she agrees. She picks up the plate and offers another cookie to Jason.

Red Hood has posed:
Jason snorts at Steph's verdict, "See, they're already corrupting your moral centre," he exclaims. "Really should give me the rest of the cookies, I don't have one so it won't effect me!"

He laughs. "Wait, actually we have three spares, there's Kate as well," he says. "Though who to trade, they're all sort of cool in their own way... even the new girl."

"Does that guy ever give good marks?" Jason asks of the Russian judge. He smiles and raises an eyebrow at the sledding thing, "You won't rest until we do all the winter things will you?" he asks her amused. "And you're probably right about the sleds, if there's one named Rosebud, that'll explain a lot about Bruce."

He shies away from the poke, "Hey, not fair," he says with a laugh before answering, "Coventry Hill? I always wanted to go there when I was a kid."

Taking the offered cookie he nods, "Why am I worried," he teases about what creative might include. "And yeah, might be rough, but we need to get it done," he says about the demons.

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie snaps her fingers. "Three extra redheads. Mrs. Sheehan is going to be baking until her hands cramp up to pay for all of them," she says, laughing. Stephanie takes her second cookie and stares at Jason suspiciously. But then in moment of charity, she extends her cookie out near his lips to let him take a bite of it. Just a bite!

The energetic young woman gives a nod, blue eyes shining brightly. "So many winter things," she confirms. "We'll have still have skiing to do. And I think we need to sneak over to the manor some night and stage a snowman scene outside of it. Did you ever see some of those Calvin and Hobbes with the snowmen?" she asks, pulling out her phone and quickly working it to pull up a picture to show Jason.

  

Stephanie grins and then puts a finger to her chin, looking up thoughtfully. "What else? Ice fishing? Um... getting sloppy drunk on eggnog or peppermint schnapps?"

She looks to Jason and gives a peremptory, "What!? It's a thing!"

Red Hood has posed:
Jason eyes the cookie and Steph before leeeeaning forward as if he's about to take a bite but snatching the cookie out of her hand and wolfing it down. "There," he says turning his head since his mouth is full of cookie. "I saved you!"

"I can ski," Jason volunteers as if he's proud of this fact. "There's a big resort called Whistler up by Starling, went with Roy a few times," you know back in the day where he did fun things without having to be dragged out by a certain energetic blonde.

He leans in to look at the picture though he knew what she was talking about. I mean, it's Jason, Calvin was basically his spirit animal growing up. "Ha. Yes, we definitely need to do that. Or if we can get a bunch of snow into the cave we need to make snow Bats." Since having Batman and the rest of the Batfamily snowmen on the front lawn might not be great for the whole secret identity thing.

"Ugh. hard pass on ice fishing," he says. "Don't like fish enough to freeze out on a lake for them. Now if there were cows under the ice..." he says with a grin. "And hey, no judgements! My only note is why not both?"

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie gasps as Jason snatches the cookie out of her grasp. "Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal," she tells him, leveling a piercing stare at him. Piercing! Stephanie takes up another cookie, but this time wraps her other arm about it protectively as she takes a bite from it.

"Oh good. I'm not the best skier, but I manage it decent enough. That is... gravity loves me and the thought of me with something slippery on my feet, on a steep hill, is a recipe for endless fun," Stephanie reveals before dipping her cookie in the milk and taking another bite of it.

She lets out a laugh and says, "We can do normal snowmen outside, and then Bat-snowmen indoors," she agrees. "Maybe a little steady drip of Fries's formula to keep them from melting in there?" Ah the joys of Bat-technology.

Stephanie leans back in the couch, half against the couch back, and half against Jason's shoulder as she's starting to laugh brightly. "Cows under the ice!" she repeats. "You'd be out there with a tow truck fishing with it's big old hook," she says, still laughing. "Ok, no ice fishing. Actually that's one I probably could do without as well. Just sitting there looking at a hole in the ice doesn't sound all that appealing."

Red Hood has posed:
Jason meets that piercing stare with one of his cocky grins, as he chews the last bits of the cookie declaring, "Mmm, so good."

"So what you're saying is if we go skiing we're going to need a medical kit?" he asks her. "Possibly the batcopter to air lift you out of there?" if the batcopter was still working they did have all those fancy new VTOL Batwings so who knew?

He nods, "We may need to recruit others for all that snowmen building," Jason says before snorting and snappointing about the Fries' solution thing. "Nice thinking. I wonder what that would do if someone put it in a key hole, you know like instead of water," he says with a smile that speaks of contemplating villiany likely aimed at Dick or Tim.

"Yeah, though I mean if it was with a tow truck, I'd be game but sitting around in the cold..." he shakes his head. "Nah better to do a second round of the getting drunk one."

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie gives a wry chuckle and says, "I'm not saying we need a medkit there. I'm just saying, it's not a poor idea to have one on hand." She motions down towards his feet and gives one of them a nudge with a sock-clad toe. "See, now if you didn't have the nice new socks you might end up getting frostbite and losing a toe when we do all this winter stuff. And then instead of Red Hood we'd have to call you like, Red Limper."

Stephanie shakes her head quickly after getting another cookie. "Or, no, I got it. The Red Hobbler! Who slow-moving criminals fear in the dark of Gotham's night," she declares. "Your arch-nemeses would include Turtle, of course. And... The Slug," she says, making the last one up. "And Glacier. You'll get into fisticuffs with the likes of Frozen Marmalade," she says, transferring the cookie to be held in her lips so she can hold up her fists in a classic 1800s boxing pose, but moving really really slowly.

Red Hood has posed:
It wasn't until the nudge that he noticed that Steph was leaning up against him. How the hell did she manage that? Though for all his surprise that she snuck up on him like that he doesn't try to move, though he comments, "If you're going to be leaning up against me like that, we need to declare the house Vegas too, can't let people know I let you get away with that, or everyone will start hugging me and shit."

The rogues gallery Steph paints for him, has him shaking his head, "Cute," he remarks. "They can fight along side your foes, Gravity, Newton and the Fall Guy," he says before breaking into a grin at the slow boxing. "God you're annoying." he laughs which by his tone sounds more like a compliment than anything.

Spoiler has posed:
Jason Todd earns a cackling laugh from Stephanie at his listing of her adversaries. It also results in a little bit of singing. "Well, I'm not the kind to kiss and tell, but I've been seen with Farrah. I'm never seen with anything less than a nine, so fiiiiine!"

She's not going to be hired for a night club act anytime soon, but Stephanie is not actually half bad as a singer. There's certainly worse at least, and she has the appropriate amount of zest in her for singing the Fall Guy theme.

"Perish the thought. Too many hugs and you're likely to melt away like the... which Witch was she? West? South? I honestly can't remember," Stephanie says, picking up her glass of milk to sip after giving Jason a little shoulder bump. Touching you!

"You know what it was? It was those damn flying monkeys. Those things gave me the creeps," Steph says with a little shudder. "Mom would always watch it when it was broadcast. Seemed like it was always in July or August when it would be sweltering hot out. No air conditioning. So I'd have to watch that and then I'd go to bed. And I'd want the window open because it was so hot inside after a day of the apartment getting baked by the sun. But if I left the window open? Those stupid monkeys might show up and get me," Stephanie shares.

She shakes her head, taking a bite of cookie and following it up with milk. "At first I'd just suffer with it closed. But as I got older I'd start making traps to catch them. Until one night mom wandered into my room and right into one. Probably the only one that ever worked, too. So, I'm lying there and all the sudden I wake to shrieking and this... figure with a trash bag covering her head thrashing around the room. Was supposed to snare them if they came through the window," Stephanie says with another head shake.

"Totally peed the bed that night."

Red Hood has posed:
The song almost slips past Jason's pop culture detector but it gets there, "Oh right that was a show," he says as he catches on.

There's a smile for the singing as Jason helps himself to another cookie and one that wasn't currently being held by Steph for a change.

"I just might," Jason smirks. "Or more likely start punching people," he adds as she bumps against him with a wry smirk.

The story about the Wizard of Oz earns a sympathetic look from Jason, before he breaks into a laugh at the last part, "Ew, too much information there Steph," he says before he looks her way more seriously. "So freaky movie things really get to you?" he asks her, before adding more lightly. "And kudos on actually making traps for flying monkeys."

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie laughs and reminds Jason, "Brownstone is Vegas now, don't forget." She relaxes her head back against the couch and says, "Just when I was little. Like, what I was probably 7 with the trash bag thing. Not long after that I kind of got over it. Not that I won't jump during a suspenseful movie," she tells him. "I just don't often watch those. But, something like Scream that's suspense and tongue in cheek and not just trying to be creepy like Saw, is ok I guess," she tells him.

The young woman looks down at her milk glass, tracing a finger around the rim. "Never caught one. Though the way our lives are now I keep wondering when 7 year old me's design is going to get put to use on the job," she says with a wry grin.

Stephanie glances over to Jason, eyes lingering on him for a little bit. "Glad you came home and I didn't just leave the box," she tells him." After a moment she gives a little eye roll and a smile as she adds. "Even if just to see your feet properly clad," she says, turning it into a joke.

Red Hood has posed:
Jason snaps his fingers, "Damn, forgot about that and here I was planning a big post to the rest of the family, attention Stephanie wets the bed..." Jason chuckles. "Of course the family's take away would be why were you in bed with Stephanie..." he rolls his eyes at the family.

He nods, "I wish I had funny stories from when I was a kid, but, most of the time it was pretty crappy, well, there's a couple from when I was living on the street but they're sort of sad too, because living on the street," he shrugs before nodding about the movies. "Yeah, Scream is pretty tame, it's like the Airplane of slasher movies," he offers grinning a little again. "Never got into Saw, been in too many death traps during my night job, sort of loses its appeal, mostly because I'm yelling at the screen, 'no you idiot, if you remove that spring there, the whole thing comes apart'," he says with a laugh, but he understands why the creepy effects Steph the way it does.

"Well, if someone figures out Bruce's identity and attacks the manor, we can use the bag trap Home Alone style, maybe add some super glue in there too for some added fun."

"Yeah, it was nice hanging out too," Jason says cutting past the whole game to get right to meat of things. "And thanks for the socks, most helpful gag ever," he grins.

Spoiler has posed:
A small, soft smile starts to spread over Stephanie's face. She had been relaxing back against the couch back but now she sits up a little more, swiveling to face Jason after he makes the bed comment. "Well, Jason," she says, letting her eyes brush slowly over his face in a rather fond way. "You just tell them the truth," she says, her smile tender, yet also coy.

"You know," she says, looking down from him for a moment and then back up again. "Just look them back square in the eye... and tell them, 'I was showing Stephanie the mirror on the ceiling'," she finishes, finally unable to hold the gentle, sultry demeanor and breaking out in a bigger, goofy grin. "Mention of the stripper pole? Totally optional at that point."

The girl's blue eyes show understanding as Jason touches on his childhood, and the life since. "Good thing you mention the Home Alone traps. I need some time to perfect the face," she says, grabbing her cheeks and trying to do the Macaulay Culkin look.

Stephanie looks down and smiles. "It has been nice," she agrees. She looks back up, and Jason's acceptance and reaction to the gift, even something as simple as socks, seems to mean something to her.

Red Hood has posed:
She got him. He was all deer in the headlights until she broke into her goofy smile and he found himself breathing again. He wasn't sure if he was relieved or dissapointed but he was something, but still he laughs, "Oh definitely telling them about the pole," he says. "That just makes the story extra me."

He snorts and shakes his head. "Nice," he says of the classic Home Alone look.

"Well, you're welcome to drop by whenever you like, I may not be here long, but the invite stands for the cave," though that might not include his new living quarters which he intended to keep like a personal sanctum open to others only in emergencies... like being horribly injured by demons... "Not that I'm kicking you out though, since you've decided to throw your life away chasing the cookie dragon, you may as well hang out and get a proper fix," he grins with a nod to the cookies yet to be eaten.

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Stephanie gives a warm laugh at that. "I'll definitely take you up on the invite. Both of them," she confirms. She looks around the brownstone and then says, "So this is sort of the cookie version of an opium den then?" she confirms. "I can see it. Probably needs a gingerbread house on the table there. I'll have to see what I can manage there," she says.

Stephanie picks up another cookie then, breaking off little pieces to eat as she and Jason continue to talk. And joke. And laugh as they plan the layout for the snowmen and the Bat-snowmen for the Manor.

It's a very good evening.