You mean you don't want to tell your friends we met 'cause we were both labeled cosmic mistakes? Damn. And here I thought the story of us running around the multiverse with his ex, Wonder Girl, while he gave me the stink eye'd be fun.

( a snort, but jason's kicking up the stand and they're off. he's not exactly following road rules, but he's going slow enough not to gain anyone's attention. so it's not too long before they're pulling up to the taco place, and jason's paying in cash for their usual order. points up towards the employee door with a cheeky grin to the girl behind the counter, who gives a softer one in return and nods her head.

jason slides an extra few bills over once their food is out, and leads dick up the back stairs to the roof exit. generally speaking, using sob stories about missing the open air or whatever to gain rooftop access to smaller businesses probably isn't a great idea during daytime hours. but jason also hasn't had a longterm secret id since he was fifteen, and the view makes it easy to keep an eye on their condo. )