He wasn't better than them. He was, perhaps, better than they thought of him, however.
The people relaxed as Red Robin relaxed, offering small 'hello's or 'thank you's as they were handed the foil wrapped goodness. A couple of the older men were watching Red with wary eyes, shooing away kids that wanted to linger or play with the black cape. When the food was all passed out, they offered to take the empty paper bag off his hands, balling it up and throwing into one of the couple of garbage bin fires that were in the middle of the alley.
An extra minute of warmth against the chill of Gotham's winter along with a full belly. A good night.
By the time Tim was looking for him, Jason was also finished passing out food. He'd moved a little further into the alley, leaning against the cold brick as he shared a smoke with a couple of others, his helmet tucked carelessly under one arm. He still wore his domino, but the easy way they passed the cigarette made it clear that this wasn't the first time he'd lingered. The group chatted quietly in Spanish, and if Tim approached they paused for only a moment before Hood gave them a nod to continue. Mostly, it was just a run down of how everyone was doing. Who was sick, who had managed to get a bed at a shelter. Who was using and who was refusing to go to Hood's safe-use sites.
The latter pulled a frown to Jason's lips before he huffed out a puff of smoke and passed the smoke back over. Finally, he said his goodnights and pulled his helmet back on, gesturing for Tim to follow him further down the alley. Once it turned into a crossroad, he pulled out his grapple and the bark of it was quiet against the backdrop of people mulling behind them. Back up on the rooftop highway, he lead them a few buildings over to a little nook that was protected from the wind. He reached into his jacket, pulling out the two gyros he'd stashed away.
"You look shocked, Replacement. Here, eat this before it gets cold." He passed over Tim's foiled food, then gracelessly flopped onto the ground so he could start unwrapping his own. "Did you honestly think that someone could make the jump that you did and only lose a non-vital organ without some sort of protection? Sit down, eat your food. We've got a long night ahead of us. Did you remember our drinks?"
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The people relaxed as Red Robin relaxed, offering small 'hello's or 'thank you's as they were handed the foil wrapped goodness. A couple of the older men were watching Red with wary eyes, shooing away kids that wanted to linger or play with the black cape. When the food was all passed out, they offered to take the empty paper bag off his hands, balling it up and throwing into one of the couple of garbage bin fires that were in the middle of the alley.
An extra minute of warmth against the chill of Gotham's winter along with a full belly. A good night.
By the time Tim was looking for him, Jason was also finished passing out food. He'd moved a little further into the alley, leaning against the cold brick as he shared a smoke with a couple of others, his helmet tucked carelessly under one arm. He still wore his domino, but the easy way they passed the cigarette made it clear that this wasn't the first time he'd lingered. The group chatted quietly in Spanish, and if Tim approached they paused for only a moment before Hood gave them a nod to continue. Mostly, it was just a run down of how everyone was doing. Who was sick, who had managed to get a bed at a shelter. Who was using and who was refusing to go to Hood's safe-use sites.
The latter pulled a frown to Jason's lips before he huffed out a puff of smoke and passed the smoke back over. Finally, he said his goodnights and pulled his helmet back on, gesturing for Tim to follow him further down the alley. Once it turned into a crossroad, he pulled out his grapple and the bark of it was quiet against the backdrop of people mulling behind them. Back up on the rooftop highway, he lead them a few buildings over to a little nook that was protected from the wind. He reached into his jacket, pulling out the two gyros he'd stashed away.
"You look shocked, Replacement. Here, eat this before it gets cold." He passed over Tim's foiled food, then gracelessly flopped onto the ground so he could start unwrapping his own. "Did you honestly think that someone could make the jump that you did and only lose a non-vital organ without some sort of protection? Sit down, eat your food. We've got a long night ahead of us. Did you remember our drinks?"