( if he looks into the half-room, he'll figure out that it was jason's before dick showed up. it was the bed he'd slept in, the dresser might have an older shirt of his still in it, but it wasn't damian's. damian's is the last, locked door on the other side, labeled with a "don't B&E" sticky note just above the door handle. it's a fair warning, and he knows damian won't hurt dick if he does opt to ignore the sign--dick can figure it out from there if he does decide to fuck with it.

jason leans against the doorframe to dick's room while he looks around, crossing an ankle over the other and--he almost looks nervous. almost. he doesn't handle kids for longer than the time it takes to hand them off to someone else for a reason, including teenagers with a need to punch crime in the face. damian only kind of counts, and they manage to get into stupid fights every time they're in the same room as each other when dick isn't there to babysit them. there was scarlet, but that was different. so this is--mildly new territory.

but there's a smile on dick's face as he looks around, and without meaning to jason's own face mirrors it. )

I don't have Wayne pockets to dig into, but I figure this's better than Timmy's love hotel. ( speaking of - ) There's cash in the drawer to the right of the sink in the kitchen. They're clean bills, you can take whatever.

( left there specifically for dick, given jason mostly deals in dirty money, and there's no point in running it through enough to clean it when he just deals it right back out to thugs. the rest is just--pocket change. )