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It's Always About Money…
Jason slammed the door behind him after all the hells he had gone through for the cases he worked he would think he'd get off a bit easier when he ran into Bats, but even after four years since picking up being the Red Hood again Bruce thought he did it for…
Honestly he didn't know why Bruce thought he did what he did.
The point was, Jason was pissed, he was tired, he had just had a shouting match with Bruce in the Batcave after… he was pretty sure it was Tim, but it might have been Dick, had dragged him there after being shot in the gut. Flipping the safety bar of his place he collapsed on his couch as his girlfriend appeared and stared down at him with wide, blank dark eyes.
"I'm guess you had another fight with Bruce," Raven said monotonously.
"Yeah," he managed. He and Raven had been living together for about a year at this point and he could honestly say she was the best fucking thing in his life at the moment. She reappeared with some pills and water.
"Here, and drink, all of that, I'm making tea, earl grey," she informed him blandly. Groaning he sat up as he took the meds, reluctantly popped them back as he downed the water. He'd never been particularly fond of narcotics, and after the Pit… well, nothing really worked right since the Pit. Pain meds didn't help him, Scarecrows fear toxins weren't as powerful, poisons didn't really affect him, and he had to drink bottles of whiskey to even get drunk (his record was nine bottles).
"So what did you and Bruce fight about this time?" she asked from the kitchen.
"Money," he breathed. It always came down to money, for whatever reason Bruce wanted to know about his funding or offer him money because his safe houses were ratty, but hey, they weren't his home. Bruce seemed to just think money could solve the problem, and it infuriated Jason. He wasn't broke! He was doing pretty fucking good both legitimately and illegally because he was pretty fucking good at managing his money.
"Mmm," Raven hummed as she appeared and handed him a cup. "It's doctored," she informed him.
"You are an angel," he sighed as he took a sip and tasted the whiskey.
"So why the money this time?" Raven asked calmly.
"Cause apparently my getting shot, not on a job, but rather on the way to get some supplies for my safe house, the one you don't like in Crime Alley," he clarified. He had a lot of safe houses, and Raven knew them all for if he ever needed her there or if she decided to come visit.
"The holey one or the rickety one?" she asked, sipping her tea.
"The holey one," he sighed.
"Alright," she nodded.
"I was getting supplies, 'cause I was going to be there for a bit, you know, on the case, and I get shot. Tim or Dick, I'm not sure who cause it's a bit blurry right now, dragged me back to the cave and after I get patched up, sorry for not calling by the way, Bruce starts in about how I shouldn't stay in such shitty places. They're safe houses! But he's going on about how I can stay at the manor, or he'll get me a nice apartment, and how I should come to him if I need funding because I shouldn't be living in a hovel," he snarled. "Does this look like a hovel!?"
He gestured to their apartment then and Raven shook her head.
"But he thinks I actually live at the stupid safehouses and he's just offering me money like that will solve the problem!" Jason snapped.
"Jason," raven said softly and he glared at her. "He loves you, and in his way, he's trying to make up for what happened and invite you back to the family."
"Well he can keep his fucking family, and money" Jason grumbled and took another heavy sip of his doctored tea.
"Perhaps you should… try, I'm not saying forgive him, but perhaps, try to be a part of the family, they miss you," she said. He sighed, the problem with his girlfriend was she was friends with his brothers, all his brothers, and she had different points of view on his arguments because she interacted so much with his family. Still, Raven was his girlfriend in the end, and she was on his side no matter what, which was a nice change of pace.
"I really hate it when you do that," he muttered.
"I try," she smiled.
"For now, I'm just going to sit here, drink the rest of this tea and relax," he sighed.
"Sounds like a plan," she stretched out and her feet were in his lap which had him looking over at her as he lifted a brow. She stared back with those smoky eyes of hers' and he smirked a bit.
"Or we could do something else," he said calmly as his fingers slid over her leg.
"Like what?" she asked.
"Oh, I can think of a few things," he smiled as he set his tea aside and pulled her into his lap, her powers moving her own tea cup.
"Mmm, sounds like fun," she murmured.
"I think so," he agreed. Simple, him and Raven were simple, and money wasn't one of their complications.
It wasn't always about money.
That's all for now folks.
Enjoy Calm in the Storm.
