The Eastend was still obviously the dredges of the city. Garbage overflowed, prostitutes worked freely. There were no police presence past the theater that Tim had claimed as his own and only one in maybe five fire hydrants were actually still intact. The city had shoved this place behind it's fancy curtain and what happened here was of no concern to the rest of Gotham.
If there was a fire or a flood or any other kind of disaster here? People would die. But it wouldn't matter because it wouldn't be the kind of people that Gotham really cared about. Unless a senator or a well to do billionaire got caught with their pants around their ankles, it probably wouldn't even make prime time news.
But that didn't mean the place wasn't protected. Red Hood moved through the streets like he owned them because he did. More then a few people gave him little nods of acknowledgement before catching sight of the figure walking next to him. They almost always ended up crossing the road to walk on the opposite side walk and Tim would no doubt hear the little chuckle that Jason gave.
"They're scared of you, Spleenless Wonder. It's kinda cute. Come on, I bet you didn't eat anything before patrol." He gestured towards a little corner bodega, the overhead sign proudly proclaiming something in Greek. Inside, the small space was taken up by tightly packed shelves and humming standing coolers, a carefully maintained path winding through the organized chaos. The path ended up near the back wall, where Tim would see a small short order kitchen was set up. The man behind the counter smiled wide and started talking as soon as he saw who his customers were. The conversation was quick and entirely in Greek, with many gestures towards the back and more than a few enthusiastic nods before Hood jerked a thumb at Red Robin and said something that had the distinct cadence and pattern of an order. It was only when the man nodded and turned back to his cook top that Hood turned back to his company.
"'Gifted' is probably the understatement of the century, but yeah. You mostly got it. Your mom could throw around some serious mojo and I'm pretty convinced that she passed that down to you in a big way. Well...me and some pretty big players who I'm not going to name but I'm sure you can guess.
Just wait until you try this man's gyros. They are legit the best I've ever eaten. You wanna find us some drinks? Limon-lime Zestie for me, kid."
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If there was a fire or a flood or any other kind of disaster here? People would die. But it wouldn't matter because it wouldn't be the kind of people that Gotham really cared about. Unless a senator or a well to do billionaire got caught with their pants around their ankles, it probably wouldn't even make prime time news.
But that didn't mean the place wasn't protected. Red Hood moved through the streets like he owned them because he did. More then a few people gave him little nods of acknowledgement before catching sight of the figure walking next to him. They almost always ended up crossing the road to walk on the opposite side walk and Tim would no doubt hear the little chuckle that Jason gave.
"They're scared of you, Spleenless Wonder. It's kinda cute. Come on, I bet you didn't eat anything before patrol." He gestured towards a little corner bodega, the overhead sign proudly proclaiming something in Greek. Inside, the small space was taken up by tightly packed shelves and humming standing coolers, a carefully maintained path winding through the organized chaos. The path ended up near the back wall, where Tim would see a small short order kitchen was set up. The man behind the counter smiled wide and started talking as soon as he saw who his customers were. The conversation was quick and entirely in Greek, with many gestures towards the back and more than a few enthusiastic nods before Hood jerked a thumb at Red Robin and said something that had the distinct cadence and pattern of an order. It was only when the man nodded and turned back to his cook top that Hood turned back to his company.
"'Gifted' is probably the understatement of the century, but yeah. You mostly got it. Your mom could throw around some serious mojo and I'm pretty convinced that she passed that down to you in a big way. Well...me and some pretty big players who I'm not going to name but I'm sure you can guess.
Just wait until you try this man's gyros. They are legit the best I've ever eaten. You wanna find us some drinks? Limon-lime Zestie for me, kid."