three. ➛ that old familiar tweet

[toughest.livejournal.com]

[The sound of beating wings immediately make it clear that oh boy, it's another victim of that bird thing that's been going around. Jason really isn't too pleased about waking up with feathers and it's audible. There's a lot of chirping going on that, really, can only be described as angry.

At some point it sounds like something gets knocked over as there is a loud crash and the fluttering and chirping stop for a moment.

Then the noises pick right back up again. For those not paying attention to the journals, all of this racket can be heard on the thirteenth floor as well.]

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[isthenight.livejournal.com]

Carrie got turned into a robin as well, though she's a fledgling instead of a fully grown bird.

[ Bruce moves a little closer to the closet in case Jason falls and ends up not being able to fly the same way Carrie couldn't fly at first. ]

I wouldn't be surprised if the trend continued.

[toughest.livejournal.com]

[It's a mild comfort to know he's not the only one, but he's still a fucking bird.

He strongly contemplates just staying up here until the crazy shit passes. Problem is, he's terrible at sitting still and Bruce's shoulder sort of looks mighty inviting. Better to stick with him than sit up here sulking anyway.

So after a small internal debate, he swoops down to land gracefully on Bruce's shoulder. Obviously he got the hang of flying quite quickly. Though that hadn't gone without errors, considering the lamp he knocked over.]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

[ How quickly he's gotten used to being a perch is a little startling, when he thinks about it, but it means Bruce doesn't object to a Jasonbird sitting on his shoulder.

He just gives Jason a sideways glance before going to pick up the knocked over lamp, talking as he does so. ]

Outside of the temporary loss, how are you adjusting? One chirp for well, two for in the middle, three for poorly.

[toughest.livejournal.com]

[He's too preoccupied balancing himself when Bruce starts moving to really reply at first, but he gets it right.

He considers the question before chirping once. He likes to think he's adjusting well, all things considered. He goes out and socializes and all that. It's only nights with the nightmares and moments where he's alone and thinking too much that are difficult to cope with.]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

Good.

[ pause ] Hungry at all? [ ... what do you even feed a robin. ]

[toughest.livejournal.com]

[A chirp. Yes.

And robins eat worms but like hell he's eating worms. :|]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

There's probably some bread in the kitchen. [ Wanna go, little birdie? ]

[toughest.livejournal.com]

[Bread sounds a ton more better than worms and seeds, so yes, let's go! He'll hop off Bruce's shoulder to fly ahead a bit.]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

[ And one mini-time skip later... kitchen! And sliced bread. Bruce pulls off little chunks of the crust and holds them out so Jason can take them.

Or, if he wants, there's the piece of bread on a paper towel. The piece of bread that's bigger than Jason. ]

[toughest.livejournal.com]

[Really Bruce, feeding him? HE HAS DIGNITY. Granted it's probably different when you're a bird, but still. He's totally going for that big piece of bread.

.... Though after clumsily trying to rip off chunks and falling over once he figures it's too much effort and he just lost that dignity. So he'll snatch one of Bruce's chunks and eat it on the counter, his feathers a bit puffed up. Not a word, Bruce.]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

[ HE'S NOT SAYING ANYTHING. But he's totally doing the Bruce version of an amused look. Because, really. That's almost as bad as a cat falling off something and then doing the "I'M GOOD, I'M GOOD" look. ]

[toughest.livejournal.com]

[GOOD. Unfortunately, Jason is well-versed in the Bruce version of expressions, so of course, he catches that look. He gives a soft, indignant tweet while... well, it's hard to call it glaring so it's really just staring at Bruce.]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

[ The tweeting really isn't helping the amusement any. And he's dealt with teenage Robins with attitudes enough to guess what he's getting at. ]

Be grateful it's me doing this. Something tell me Dick and Barbara would be a lot less subtle with their reactions.

[toughest.livejournal.com]

[... Point taken. Then again he wouldn't have gone along with Dick and Babs is Babs, she's allowed. But it's not like he can convey this, so back to eating it is.

He eats a few more pieces and then flies over to the sink to sit expectantly on the water tap.]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

[ He gets up and moves to turn on the tap so it's just a little trickle coming out so Jason doesn't accidentally drown himself. If that doesn't work, there's probably a milk carton cap or something he can put water in. ]

You seem to have picked up flying rather quickly.

[toughest.livejournal.com]

[He drops down into the sink and quickly discovers this isn't the best way for a bird to drink, but he makes the best of it.

At Bruce's remark he gives a loud chirp that pretty much was an "Of course!" Although not being fledgling also helps.]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

Better than the lines?

[ And he's got the thoughtful 'I'm cooking up a scheme' face on. ]

[toughest.livejournal.com]

[Jason makes his way back on the counter so he can see Bruce as he considers the question.

After giving it some thought, he chirps once. Flying like this certainly gives one more maneuverability as you don't have to hold onto anything.]