The only reason Jason isn't hiding in the bathroom-or even, like, inside a Cobra drone-is because Drouot isn't actually paid enough for this.

But he's guiltily tempted to just...give him a raise and go hide. Like Home Depot workers! He won't, he won't, but...but…

"I'm so sorry! Gosh, I didn't even-oh! Oh, dear-"

He remembers this guy, is the really horrendous thing. Sid the Squid, notorious in Gotham's Underworld for suffering a comedy of errors. That's it, that's his claim to fame. He's a lousy goon, clumsy and awkward, and the only reason he's still alive is because he's sort of an accidental jester. If Jason's remembering right, the only one he hasn't worked for is Scarecrow, who does not suffer jesters of any kind.

Right now he's one of Penguin's, which is why he's here; Penguin sent people to deliver guns. Jason's sure Sid's presence is because Cobblepot is a petty bastard.*

"Oh dear-I didn't mean-"

Crash!

Jason cringes. Across the room, Ages looks utterly incredulous. Drouot just looks tired. Is he really sure...yeah, he, uh, he can't, in all good conscience, just leave.

Even though it's tempting.

But he isn't that terrible of a person, which means he goes over to, at least, offer moral support.

"Everything running like it should?"

Maybe he should have just hidden; Sid squeaks and flings a box of bullets sideways. They. Go. Everywhere. Drouot abandons whatever mask of 'this is fine' he was going for and fishes his cigarettes and lighter out of his jacket.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! Um. Mister. Mister Knight, sir."

Jason will give him money and a free tank to never, ever say 'Mister Knight' again. But he can't really say that, or even do it, so he just settles for trying to look relaxed and...mostly...nonthreatening. Sets his back against a drone and loosens his shoulders. Sid goes, somehow, even paler and too late, Jason wonders if he's accidentally nailed the Crime Lord look. Real crime lords just sit back and summon minions to do their murdering! And, well...there are minions here. Kind of a lot of minions.

Oops.

"We're. We're almost done bringing things in," Sid continues, looking like he wants to vomit. "Your, um. Mister. Mister Dr-Mister D-" Drouot looks about to smack him. Ages just looks delighted and Jason figures he'll have to let him have the Mister D thing. Pick your battles and all. "He signed for everything, unless that's not okay, in which case you can sign for it, right here-"

"It's fine." Anything to make him go away. "How much longer is this going to take?"

"I. I don't know?"

Ages suddenly decides to fling a meaty arm over Sid's shoulders. Sid looks like he's going to start crying at any moment.

"Take your time, buddy." Traitor. "No rush. Mister D an' me'll show you around. Isn't that right?"

"I have a thing." Thing? What thing? Jason want in on this thing. It's gotta be better than this. "Sorry. Have fun."

Drouot speedwalks away. Well, Sid's not in danger. And he's not unattended. So...well…

"Tell Penguin I appreciate this," he says shortly, pushing himself upright and wondering what just cracked. Something in his upper body, that's all he knows. "Ages, don't…"

He's not sure what he wants. Break him? Leave him alone? Maybe both. Either way, Ages just nods and half-guides, half-drags Sid towards a Rattler that's been acting up. Sid doesn't appear to want to go.

"C'mere, look at this…"

Talk about a blast from the past.

THE END

*He is, but Sid is actually here because Dove is a petty bitch; Sid bugs her, Jason's life choices are crap, and this, well, it's, uh, it's two birds with one stone.