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[prodigaljaybird]

Jason's tired.

It's been a while since he saw a cape on his tail, but that doesn't mean they're not there. It just means they're getting better, which is so much worse, and if he thinks about it any harder he might actually explode.

"Fucking...birds," he says, drained enough that even that takes an effort. He's secured the perimeter around Lux's treehouse, but who knows how long that will hold. Steph is probably still out there somewhere, and Damian definitely is. He's probably scowling at them from a safe distance even now, biding his time, waiting for Jason's guard to drop before winging closer, and Jason can't - he can't take much more of this.

"Are you sure?" he asks, sprawled on the bed and twisting his head towards Lux. "It'd only be a few explosives. I could rig this place and only the people we don't want creeping in would know about it."

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[illuxinated]

"I am pretty sure that the possible threat of your siblings spying on us making out doesn't require explosives," Lux replies. Her eyebrows have been arched in disbelief for so long at this point, she's starting to worry they'll stay that way.

"Seriously. What is the worst that could happen? I met Stephanie, she seems fine, and like…does Damian really want to see us getting it on?" Not that she'd put it past any child of Bruce Wayne to be kind of pervy. "It's not like this is my secret lair where I'm planning nefarious schemes to take over the island."