He likes this guy’s attitude, very no-nonse but without rubbing Jason the wrong way like most people with that kind of attitude do. And he’s got a sense of humor, that much is clear.
“I have somewhere in mind, yeah. Old warehouse I saved for a special occasion, I’m ok with using it for this. But if you have somewhere else in mind I’m all ears. Just figured we’d want a private place- you may survive a bullet in you but it’s still probably gonna get unwanted attention if we do it in the wrong neighborhood.”
"I'm easy. Lead the way. I mean, I'm not really sure what you're gonna get out of this other than what you'd get shooting a sand dune at he beach," he says as he considers the cafe, frowns, and holds up a finger.
"But I'm good to go where you're going as soon as I get some coffee."
“For all you know shooting at sand dunes is my favorite way to pass the time.” He just really wants to know how his powers work, he doesn’t often get a chance to test people’s powers like this. And definitely not with them being aware of it.
"Sure," he says as he heads to the counter and asks for pretty much the strongest coffee they've got in the largest size they've got. No frills, just caffeine.
Jason shamelessly sips on his own frilly drink. He isn’t into expensive stuff, but he is into sugary stuff. He takes good care of his teeth, it’s totally fine. No using ‘as dark as my soul’ line for this one.
He also gets himself a sugary donut. Yay, fast metabolism.
“How many times have you done this? Letting someone shoot you.”
"If you want to hear the type A answer, every time. If you want to hear the practical answer, never," he says as he picks up his drink, takes a long sip, and gestures with the cup for Jason to lead the way.
He looks sideways over at Jason.
"How many times have you asked to shoot someone?"
...which is less a serious question and more him being a smart ass.
He replies as he takes a sip of his own coffee, not even bothering to hide the grin. Does he mean it? Is he being an ass? Jason’s biographers will decide, but Sandy’s free to make conjectures.
He starts leading the way.
“I don’t have my usual guns in here, we’ll have to make do with a small one.”
"Part of being in the business for as long as I have," he says honestly, "but I mean, I can try to get all histrionic at you. What kind of shouting you want here?"
"So you've got a repertoire I can choose from? Nice." This is going to be deadpan vs deadpan all the way through, apparently. Which works for Jason, he doesn't get to have that kind of fun arguments often. But he doesn't get to shoot people just for fun often either, so it seems to be just that kind of day.
"We're here, by the way. It's sound-proof, too, so we should be fine."
"Absolutely," oh yeah, and this is a little less dead pan and a lot more sarcastic, "I've got the Alan Scott special: blunt and angry. There's the Ted Grant 'I'm gonna knock you back down to size' and the Jay 'I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed'. I'd mention the others but you're probably not familiar with those."
But he starts looking around at the space, seemingly unconcerned about the whole thing.
"Probably. I am more familiar with the Bats brand of a-glare-is-worth-a-thousand-words, really."
But that's just because Jason missed quite a bit being dead and all, and he didn't really want to get involved with the caped community in general after he came back. His particular brand of vengeance made him focused on a certain caped crusader only, like a horse with blinders. It’s worked just fine for him so far, though.
He’s fine, it’s fine.
“None of those is actually you, though. If getting shot at doesn’t bother you, what does?”
Jason hums in understanding. He doesn't know the specifics, but he doesn't really need to. He isn't as trigger friendly as people think he is, but he also doesn't hold back from going after people who truly deserve it. So whatever line he's drawing on the (hah) sand, Jason is happy not crossing it.
He also isn't really sure how much he knows about him. He wonders if heroes tell stories about him, if Bruce has a file where he labels him a murderer, a sadist, someone that has to be stopped. Or if that's just Jason's mind at work.
"And since not everyone is as bulletproof as you seem to be, guess we're skipping that. Make yourself comfy, then. You're the one who's about to get shot at."
He rolls his eyes just the once before nodding and starting to walk off a little bit; best to give it some distance so the spray of sand doesn't sting. That can happen. It's even been helpful on occasion.
Jason doesn't need to be told twice. He doesn't actually enjoy shooting at people themselves, way too messy, but the feeling of shooting a gun is the closest he's ever felt to having something that is truly, honestly his. So as weird as this is (and he'd thought his own threshold of weird was pretty damn high), this works out pretty well for Jason.
So he counts to three out loud, to give him some semblance of a warning even though it's becoming clear that Jason's the one that's actually worried.
Jason doesn’t laugh often- or rather, he does laugh. But it’s usually just a sharp, pointed laugh to be used as a weapon, a way to get under people’s skin even further. An amused, actual laugh is a harder find, coming from him. But for some reason, this is what does it for him. Shooting people who cannot be hurt by the bullets, and watching them just shrug it off like t’s nothing.
He never claimed to be sane.
“Do you have to be… aware of what’s happened for it to work or is more like an instinct? Has anyone studied your powers in a serious way?
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“I have somewhere in mind, yeah. Old warehouse I saved for a special occasion, I’m ok with using it for this. But if you have somewhere else in mind I’m all ears. Just figured we’d want a private place- you may survive a bullet in you but it’s still probably gonna get unwanted attention if we do it in the wrong neighborhood.”
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"But I'm good to go where you're going as soon as I get some coffee."
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“For all you know shooting at sand dunes is my favorite way to pass the time.” He just really wants to know how his powers work, he doesn’t often get a chance to test people’s powers like this. And definitely not with them being aware of it.
“But sure, pick your poison, it’s on me.”
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He also gets himself a sugary donut. Yay, fast metabolism.
“How many times have you done this? Letting someone shoot you.”
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He looks sideways over at Jason.
"How many times have you asked to shoot someone?"
...which is less a serious question and more him being a smart ass.
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He replies as he takes a sip of his own coffee, not even bothering to hide the grin. Does he mean it? Is he being an ass? Jason’s biographers will decide, but Sandy’s free to make conjectures.
He starts leading the way.
“I don’t have my usual guns in here, we’ll have to make do with a small one.”
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Then he's following along, paying more attention to where they're going than any smart remarks.
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“Guess I did. But I’m beginning to wonder if there’s any actual way to get you to react to anything or that’s part of your superpowers.”
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"So you've got a repertoire I can choose from? Nice." This is going to be deadpan vs deadpan all the way through, apparently. Which works for Jason, he doesn't get to have that kind of fun arguments often. But he doesn't get to shoot people just for fun often either, so it seems to be just that kind of day.
"We're here, by the way. It's sound-proof, too, so we should be fine."
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But he starts looking around at the space, seemingly unconcerned about the whole thing.
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But that's just because Jason missed quite a bit being dead and all, and he didn't really want to get involved with the caped community in general after he came back. His particular brand of vengeance made him focused on a certain caped crusader only, like a horse with blinders. It’s worked just fine for him so far, though.
He’s fine, it’s fine.
“None of those is actually you, though. If getting shot at doesn’t bother you, what does?”
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A beat.
"...you'd probably shoot anyone who did it."
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He also isn't really sure how much he knows about him. He wonders if heroes tell stories about him, if Bruce has a file where he labels him a murderer, a sadist, someone that has to be stopped. Or if that's just Jason's mind at work.
"And since not everyone is as bulletproof as you seem to be, guess we're skipping that. Make yourself comfy, then. You're the one who's about to get shot at."
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"Whenever you're ready."
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So he counts to three out loud, to give him some semblance of a warning even though it's becoming clear that Jason's the one that's actually worried.
It goes 3, 2, 1... and then he shoots.
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He spreads his hands.
"Like I said."
He points towards the wall opposite.
"Probably going to find most of them in there."
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He never claimed to be sane.
“Do you have to be… aware of what’s happened for it to work or is more like an instinct? Has anyone studied your powers in a serious way?
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He closes his coat a little for something to do with his hands before looking back at Jason.
"I mean, I've studied them. And there are factors that effect them. But I haven't done the kind of testing dangerous enough to say for certain."