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[Roy grinned, stroking the short hairs on his chin.] “Oh, this old thing? I thought you might like it. It’s kinda like a metaphor, y’know? Leaves turn red and fall off to signal the changing of seasons. So when you think about it— it’s sorta your fault. Turning a new page, or whatever.” [Roy managed to keep a straight face for all off five seconds before he broke into a bigger grin than before.]

[Rolling his eyes, Jason downed his drink, then stepped close to the redhead. Running one hand through his hair, he poked at the sleeve of Roy’s hoodie.] “Alright. Spill. Show me the goodies here. I gotta make sure my backup can still function.”

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“Haha, very funny, dickweed. At least I don’t look like a thirty year old lumberjack. When’s the last time you shaved, anyway? [Roy huffed as he sat back on the couch, tossing one of the pillows in Jason’s direction with a restrained smile of his own.]

[He ducks the pillow, laughing. After a second of two of silence, he shrugs, looking down.] "Month or so? Don’t remember. I look better than the warmed up hell you are. You call that a beard? It looks like you’re molting.”

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“Details? Man, you don’t want to know all that stuff. Shit is boring.” [He sighed, scratched at his chin and picking up his beer again but not drinking, letting the cool condensation drip over his fingers. “Bangladesh, Afghanistan, Portugal. I did a lot of shit but, maybe we can talk about that another time? I’m kinda tapped out— emotionally.”

“Fair enough, no more questions.” [He grinned, leaning against the bar top. He scans up and down the redhead, his smile getting larger and larger. Finally;] “You got chunky, Harp. Need a few weeks in the gym before you spar with me?”

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[Roy took a bottle of beer for himself, flopping next to Jason and opening the top, taking a small swig but setting the bottle down on the table nearby instead.] “Nothing too exciting— not compared to Gotham happenings.”

“Come on. That’s bullshit. I want details.”

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“Hey, I’ve got enough blame. If you don’t drink enough, that’s on you. But, you usually don’t have that problem.”

“Never have before.” [Jay laughs, pouring himself a tumbler of scotch.] “So. Tell me. What assignments did you get put on the last few years? Gotta be some interesting shit.”

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“Never said I blamed you. Just saying, Roxy is probably pretty pissed of on your behalf.”

“Maybe, but that’s old news. Take a beer, or a shot, or anything you like. If I’m still conscious come afternoon, I’m blaming you.”