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[ Yeah, behave and Jason aren't things that often go very well together. Maybe these other two dweebs decided to look somewhat presentable for the occasion but Jason did not. His bum ass self arrived in torn jeans and a hoodie as per usual. Hey, if this asshole was 'courting' Alfred or whatever, even if it's not his Alfred, it was an Alfred. Which meant whoever the fuck was going to have to get used to Mr. Attitude. Right? Sounded right to him.

Also, fuck you Dick. He was totally smooth. What the hell's wrong with calling Dawn babe anyways? She is, right? He was just saying it like it was, man. Anyway, he stands arms crossed and about as far away from Grayson as he can reasonably get without looking too weird. ]

Don't fuckin' look at me like that, dude. I showed up and that's where my promise ends.