RP post for family, also lost-robin

[sylph_fics]

From here.

Slade shook his head and picked up his cell phone, sending a text meassage to his son, daughter, wife, and lover, just in case any of them decided to come by the penthouse in the next couple of hours. [Ex-robin crashed on the couch.]

//Now, start thinking about how in hell you're going to explain to Wintergreen that you offered the boy a job, Wilson.//

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[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

Adeline raised an eyebrow at the message on her phone, but refrained from calling Slade. She could wait until her return to ask him why Grayson was on their couch.

It took only a few hours to complete her business, and the trip home was uneventful.

Until she opened the door and saw a rather different ex-Robin than the one she had been anticipating. "Slade," she hissed quietly.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Slade came out of the den when he heard his wife's voice, checking quickly to see if Todd had woken up at the quiet word. He looked towards her, and tipped his head towards their well-soundproofed bedroom, cocking an eyebrow as he did.

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

Adeline's steps were soft, but she made no effort to be silent, fabric rustling as she moved to their room, the air of her passage setting paper fluttering slightly. Ex-Robin the boy might be, but he had *been* Robin (and what he was doing on her couch rather than her cousin's... ) and silence would wake him faster than noise.

When the door was shut, she placed her bags on the floor and turned to face Slade. "He is not the ex-Robin I was expecting."

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Slade chuckled softly, "No, I guess he wouldn't be. Though as irritated as I am with the Kid at the moment--no matter.

"He brought some information by about my double. Not a lot, but a few things I hadn't heard yet." He'd spent the time the boy was asleep reading that disk, among other things.

"I don't think he could stand the thought of those stairs again that quickly." Slade's lips compressed in one of the lines that said he was far from easy with that--and far too familiar with the cause.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

"Yes we do," Slade agreed, and dipped in to kiss his wife lightly.

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

She kissed him back, equally lightly, and rested her forehead on his shoulder, subsuming her own worry -- in the mirror this morning, the scar on her back looked the same, its texture unchanged to her fingertips -- underneath her worry for this child.

He reminded her of Grant.

She had failed her own son. This boy would live.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Slade wrapped his arm around her lightly, holding her for a long moment, then petted down her hair. "Since Wintergreen's not here yet, I might actually get to cook?"

[lost-robin.livejournal.com]

The ground was opening up, swallowing him and Batman shoveled dirt over him as Jason screamed, and woke, screaming, in an unfamiliar place, and he swallowed the scream, sitting upright and ignoring the burning aching pain.

Where was he? Oh, God, had Talia gotten her mitts on him again? He'd said no more, he'd had enough but she never listened and God where was he?

He grabbed his bag. Door... from the handle it was a door to either the exterior or a hallway.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Another door--on the other wall--came open and Slade was standing in the doorway, looking at the boy, seeing that he was only seeing half of reality, and not the right half.

"Todd," he called gently. "Todd, calm down. You're alright. You're safe. It's just me. Easy, now."

[lost-robin.livejournal.com]

Jason turned to him and frowned, then it all came back and he relaxed a little. Damn... he'd made a fool of himself.

"Sorry." he said, "Didn't meanta disturb you... thanks f'r everything and I'll be going." yes, this was the right door. "Hope you find the other Slade."

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

"Jason," Adeline added to Slade's calm voice, mimicking as best she could Martha's Gotham accent.

The wild look in his eyes indicated that he was at the moment more in the past than the present, but Adeline had dealt with that with Slade. One scrawny, underfed, flashbacking boy was entirely within her capabilities.

[silent_jericho.livejournal.com]

Joe checked his text, puzzled, as he was pretty sure from the impressions he'd gotten that Nightwing and his dad had been arguing lately.

He shrugged it off; he wasn't planning on stopping by there any time soon, not with his hands full of a commission for a local doctor's office that was renovating.

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

Wintergreen noted it, and took the time to send back a quick message. {Mind Adeline's temper and patience on that one...}

He expected Slade to get a small laugh out of it, as he, Slade, and Addie all knew that Slade wasn't straying anytime soon.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Slade stared at the phone for a second, then shook his head, typing back, [...Not that Robin.]

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

[Ahh...well then. I'll be in late, to see what the fuss is over.]

rethread

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

from here (http://masked-merc.livejournal.com/17553.html?thread=237713#t237713).

Slade kept moving, getting the food (and drinks) to the table--a quick thought had added garlic bread to the list; and noticed that Addie had vanished for a moment. He heard her voice from the other room...

"Here, Todd, go ahead and start in on the bread. Addie won't mind."

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[lost-robin.livejournal.com]

Jason blinked, coming back to himself, "Thanks, Wilson." he said softly, reaching out and taking a piece of bread, taking a small bite and chewing it slowly, savoring it.

If he ate too fast or too much he'd puke, and no way in hell he was going to show that kind of weakness... and if he ate too much he'd get sleepy again, and again, no way in hell.

"It's good." he smiled unguardedly. Crispy and light and buttery, it tasted nearly like Alfred's... no, best not to think like that.

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[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

"If it wasn't, my hide would be in danger," Slade replied with a soft laugh. "It's rare enough I can steal the kitchen at all, if I did badly they'd both decide it was proof I ought to be completely banned."

[lost-robin.livejournal.com]

"I'm good." Jason said thickly. He rubbed a hand over his face, hard,

"I'm tryin'." he said with a wry smile. "Just seems to get worse though." he admitted, "But I'll be all right."

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

"You're a tough kid," Slade agreed, nodding once. "You probably will."

[lost-robin.livejournal.com]

Jason's face lit up at the honest compliment, and he sipped at the glass of milk Slade had poured him to hide it.

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

Adeline slipped her phone off and returned to the dining room, moving to sit next to Slade. "I don't suppose either of you saved enough bread for me?"

[lost-robin.livejournal.com]

Jason looked at the breadplate, "Uhmm..." he blushed, "There's some, ma'am? It's really good."

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

"Every so often Slade decides he has to prove he does deserve to be occasionally permitted in the kitchen," Adeline smiled, reaching for a piece. "Call me Mrs. Wilson, or Adeline. Ma'am gets tiring."

Lady A was only for *her* operatives, and the boy was still Slade's thus far.