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[reneger]

i'm my own supervisor

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unless you suddenly have a degree in chemistry and physics
like you know
i do
then no
you absolutely are not your own supervisor

[reneger]

while you were going to school like a nerd, i was learning how to make bombs from the best of the best

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dude
seriously
dont pull the fucking batman card on me

( he already got an inferiority complex from the flash fam, he doesn't need it from the batfam too!! )

you know i blew myself up to get powers before you were even out of elementary school
so i think i have a little more practical experience with explosives actually

[reneger]

how old are you?

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why does that matter
regardless of how old i am now im born before you in every universe ive come across
so unless youre actually like 40 and have a really great skincare routine i dont see what your point is

[reneger]

being born before me doesn't make you more experienced

you look like you're, what, nineteen?
less years under your wing, less experience

[metabolizes]

nineteen???
dude cmon do i really look that young
i just turned 23

like two weeks ago fyi
(this is where you say happy birthday wally!)

[reneger]

happy birthday, dweeb
i've still got you beat

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ugh fine
whatever




wanna make fireworks
i never really did anything to celebrate

( which is weird for him, considering he's usually telling everyone and their dog it's coming up. maybe it's just because he hasn't seen a familiar face in months. )

[reneger]

sure
i've got nothing better to do

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cool meet you outside the clinic

( it's not misappropriating chemicals if it's for a good cause. like a certain speedster's birthday. obviously. they're #bonding. )

[reneger]

( it's not jason's usual idea of fun, but it is as he said: he's got nothing better to do currently, and there's nothing wrong with verifying alliances. not that wally's one of his but he is one of dick's, which, for the sake of getting through this shithole, is close enough.

jason shows up, dressed in sweats that don't match the combat boots he's also wearing, but one can only relax so much in a place like this. hell, jason can only relax so much even when he is somewhere that's considered relatively safe. it's part of the batfamily package deal.

but he's still here, outside the clinic and in civvies. which says. . . something. and when he spots wally, jason gives a smarmy little grin. )

Anyone ever tell you that you're short?

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( wally's almost regretting asking jason to hang out or whatever this is, giving him the most agonized roll of his eyes, but this is just the way jason is. dryly: )

Yeah, all the time. In high school, when they were also throwing dodgeballs at my face.

( which he could have dodged but also couldn't because, you know, secret identity. he steps into the clinic, patting the wall for the lightswitch until they blink to life, and drops a bag on one of the counters that contains paper shells and various other items they'll need. it's clear wally's a regular here considering how comfortable he is in pulling various chemicals from shelves, shooting jason a glance over his shoulder to say: )

We're making red, right? I mean, seems the obvious choice.

[reneger]

It's your birthday, champ. Color choice is on you.

( he could help grab shit off of the shelves. fireworks aren't something jason bothered memorizing the exact chemistry behind, but he knows the basics: charcoal, potassium nitrate, sulfur. just like gunpowder. he could help, but instead he trails after wally and leans a hip up against the wall, watching as he picks through the assortment of chemicals.

not the idle kind of look most people follow others with, but the analytical one typical of the gothamites wally's likely more used to spending time around: watching for subtle movements, physical tells of what's going through wally's head, how fast he spots what he's looking for and the confidence in which he grabs onto it. )

Every universe you've come across, huh. How many are you up to?