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[ Jason moves his free hand around Eddie's shoulder, wrapping it around the back of his neck, the other still holding on to his hand so tightly. ]

Good thing I'm never leaving you then, huh? I'm with you through everything. Through anything you wanna do. I'm with you. But I need you to be on board with yourself too.

( brusquely, eddie pulls his hand free of jason's in order to wrap both arms around his waist. it's a quick transition, but once he's hugging onto jason, he doesn't want to let go. everything about him is grounding: his warmth, the sound of his voice, to feel of his hoodie. for a moment there, it's like he's the only thing in the world.

if you ask anyone, they'd say that vulnerability sucks. but here, it feels alright. it doesn't feel bad to make it known how much he needs jason, even if it means leaving himself completely emotionally open. a lesser person might use this opportunity to hurt eddie in the worst of ways, but not jason.

never him. )

...

Why do you smell so good?

[ Jason holds on to Eddie tightly, closing his eyes and burying his face into his neck. he knows how hard this is. he gets how much vulnerabilities suck because he's fought against his own for a lifetime. he'd never use any of this against Eddie. not ever.

at those words, Jason has to smile just a little, nuzzling into him.]

Hmm... maybe cause you love me? And wanna be with me? Also... I showered this morning in hopes that you'd wanna kiss me all over.

Yeah, man, I love you, but sometimes you smell like burgers and B.O.

( as all dudes do. it's a guy thing.

when he doesn't smell like mystery meat, or locker rooms, or fancy soap, jason tends to smell nice all on his own. eddie thinks he's just one of those people who inherited the 'good smell' genes.

possibly due to how nice he smells, kissing him all over sounds like a good plan, so he places 'figure out how to rescue venom' at the top of his to-do list right after this break for kissing jason's neck, cheek, and, finally, his lips. )

Never! I never do.

[Jason laughs quietly, kissing up Eddie's neck just the same, tightening his arms around him just a little more as he relishes in those returned kisses up his neck, trailing to his lips. he tastes tears there, and he wants to kiss them all away, as stupidly romantic as that may seem. ]

I love you.

[Jason has to say again, cause yeah, that's him. stupidly romantic, and wanting Eddie for everything he is.]

Thank you for telling me everything. Thanks for trusting me. I love you.

( you can't talk about the time your dad locked you in a interrogation room with nothing but your bruises and your guilt without an occasional bout of tears. stupidly romantic is right, because eddie would probably appreciate the effort that goes into kissing them all away.

it's been a while since eddie's been schmoopy with anyone. it's sweet. it's surprising, coming from jason. not anymore, now that eddie actually knows him. but at first glance, jason doesn't seem like he'd be the type to enjoy cuddles and cheek kisses. it's a good subversion of expectations; eddie likes that he's like this. warm, affectionate, receptive to being pulled onto eddie like a jason-sized blanket. )

I love you. I think meeting you was like fate or destiny or something. The good kind... I don't think I told that to anyone, not even my therapist. Sss. Therapists, multiple, because I was never good at sticking with them for long.

[ Jason's usually the one crying, so Eddie has nothing to be worried about, or ashamed about. Eddie was locked in an interrogation room, Jason was locked in a closet. their dads were shit. complete and utter shit.

Jason's glad Eddie knows him now and that he doesn't feel the need to hide himself like that anymore. he's clingy and needy and affectionate. he wants to hold onto Eddie like his life depends on it and really kiss him all over. ]

You know, I never believed in that kinda shit. Destiny and fate and all that. But I think you might be right. Fuck therapists, honestly. We can talk to each other. We're gonna be okay, you know?

Yeah. I know. We'll be alright. I believe in us.

( and that's pretty usual for him. he does much better when he's with someone than he does on his own. co-dependency or something. )

We're gonna need a plan, though. A couple plans.

Like, first. We're buying tickets to West Palm Beach. Tonight. One-way trip. And we can buy the first house we see. I mean, buying a house isn't like a same-day thing normally, so I guess we can camp on the beach for a few days while the paperwork clears. Campfires, sleeping under the stars on the beach. It'll only be for a day or two.

Dogs, are number two.

But before all of that, I was talking to this British dude. He might've been a time-traveler. Long trench-coat, thick accent, I don't really know what his deal was... Some kind of magician. Anyway, I think I know how to save V. It's weird necromancy type shit, though.

I believe in us too.

[despite how he's always lived, Jason does much better when he's with someone too. not just anyone, though. someone he cares about. he doesn't even think about what co-dependency might be, cause he's never gotten that far.

and these plans of Eddie's? he's right there with him.]

Okay. I'm here for some plans. Let's get some tickets and buy a house. I don't even care which one as long as it's with you. And dogs, we gotta get our dogs.

[but this British time traveler dude? that seems a little more out there and Jason looks at Eddie skeptically, but... ok. he's in for this too.]

Tell me about it. If we can save V, we're saving V.

Some blonde British dude who smokes a lot said and called me a 'bloke' he knew how to fix it.

( that's all he's got. he never got the dude's name, or his address, or whatever black magic he's working with. )

Sounds sorta like doing an alien exorcism, but... I dunno, I think it's worth a shot.

Blonde British dude who smokes and has a bad attitude? Kinda looks like he rolled up off the street after like seven too many? Goes on about the occult and all his demons?

[Jason knows who that is. he's got connections. or he used to, with Batman and all. he's essentially cut ties with everything from that life, though. but for this? it would be worth digging back in there.]

If you think it's worth a shot, it's worth a shot. I'm totally in, man. Whatever we need.

And camping out on the beach for a few days doesn't sound so bad either. Not when it's with you.

You also know the blonde, demon-hunting British dude who chain smokes and says 'wanker' unironically??

( does this guy just get around?? who is he???

it doesn't help that there aren't any heroes where eddie's from, not in his universe. there's spider-man, yeah, but that's about it. it wasn't until he met jason that he was introduced to whatever is going on in gotham. and the avengers? never heard of them. )

All right. Start packing, then.

Yeah, man. If it's the same guy. Constantine. He and Batman do their back and forth with each other. They've worked together. I can... I dunno, I can try and find out where he is, if I can get in touch with him.

I uh. I might have to get in touch with Bruce.

[he feels a little uneasy about it, but for Eddie he'll do it.]

I pretty much just have some laundry to pack up and that's it.

Batman has a drunk wizard on his payroll?

( whatever it takes to be vengeance, eddie guesses. he frowns. )

You don't have to do that, man. It was just an idea, y'know? Don't know how much a demonologist can do for us, really, anyway, since Venom isn't even from this... world. He's older than Earth. He's older the concept of demons, and hell, and God.... Which is a little terrifying to say out loud, but it's a lot less terrifying when you see that 400,000 years of living resulted in a blob who loves tater tots and telenovelas.

The dude's got major connections to anything occult. Demons literally follow him. Sometimes you just need that shit. Plus, I think they fucked once.

[ he's talking about it all casually like this because it hurts to think about. he never wanted to leave Bruce the way he did. ]

But if there's a chance, Eddie. I mean... you thought of it for a reason, right? You said he could help so we gotta find out if we can.

[Jason leans forward to kiss Eddie, squeezing his shoulder before he pulls back to grab another beer, standing up.]

Let's get to packing and get outta here. It's time to move forward. It's time to go be good people again.

Yeah? I mean, he wasn't bad-looking for a discount Doctor Who. I can see it.

( eddie kisses him but reaches for his hand when he stands. )

Hey.

Think about it.

We can find another way; we don't have to go back to Gotham if you're not ready. Alright? I love you.

( from there, he takes jason's advice and gets to packing. spending what feels like the better half of a year in an airbnb sounds like it might accumulate a lot of stuff, but eddie doesn't have much more than clothes and a laptop himself. anything more than that felt too permanent for what he'd ultimately known was a temporary home, so packing really doesn't take too long. pairing that with the time it takes to buy plane tickets, the time it takes to source two suitcases from a hallway closest, and the time it takes to bike across to the nearest airport, it leaves them with just under an hour in the airport to kill time before it's time to board. )

Did I ever mention that I'm not really a heights person...

( why did he suggest this?

there's a reason he motorcycled across the country in order to find jason. it's not too late to bike to florida, right? )

I dunno, man. I prefer my guys more Eddie shaped.

[he stops when Eddie catches his hand, looking at him instead of looking away like he usually might.]

I'll think about it, but... there's not much to think about. It can save V. And maybe we can save the world.

[maybe there's something they can do to get to Knull completely. something that really can save the world.

Jason hasn't accumulated anything either. he still only has what little he kept in the backpack he took with him from Gotham, knowing from years on the streets that it's always better to pack light. the most important thing he has with him anyway, heading to the airport with Eddie.]

Yeah, you did mention that once or twice... you gonna be ok?

[Jason's hiding under a hoodie, feeling a little skittish himself, being at the airport, surrounded by so many people. he's gotten a lot more paranoid lately, and he doesn't think that's gonna leave him for a while.]

You wanna get something to drink?

Uh, yeah... Yeah, I'm good.

( his good is pale, and sweaty, and doing that thing where he hunches over with his knees on his elbows and his feet tapping against the floor arhythmically. )

Sorta wanna say fuck it and go back to hiding in the AirBNB.

[ Jason reaches out, sliding his hand across Eddie's back, glancing around for a moment before he looks at him. ]

Babe, we can drive if you want to. We'll rent a car and just drive. Or... you can get really fucking drunk and not think about it.

[it'll take longer to drive, but he wants Eddie in one piece. there are lots of times for heroics but maybe this isn't one of them.]

What? No, dude, it’s good. I’m— just pre-flight jitters, that’s all. You know how you hype yourself up before a big presentation, then you start talking and it’s all fine? That’s what this is.

( it’s sweet of him to consider going the long road, but eddie can handle one little plane ride. what’s the worst that could happen? the place falls out of the sky and goes hurling towards the ground at a million miles per hour?

… )

You decide if you wanna detour to Gotham?

[ Jason's not exactly sure, but he can imagine. kinda like how nervous he's feeling right now too, but he does a good job of shoving most of it down. the hand on Eddie's back, moving back and forth to comfort Eddie? it's comforting him too. ]

If you're sure, man. I don't want you suffering over here. Maybe we should have a drink or two anyways. They've got a bar over there.

[when in doubt, drink. Jason's always been good at that too.]

I was thinking... maybe I could just call Bruce first. Like, showing up at Wayne Manor might be a lot.

Dude, ( he tilts his head closer in to jason’s, ) you can’t drink out here. Unless you have a fake, I mean. Which… you probably do. Your boss prepared you for everything, I’d guess.

( eddie can drink, and he could really go for one, but he doesn’t want to leave jason alone in sobriety. )

Yeah. You could do that… I’ll be here the whole time. With you. For you.

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Course I've got a fake, man. I've even got two now. Had one long before B, though. I can get myself through anything.

[almost anything. Eddie leaving him? not so much.]

Let's get to Florida first and it'll gimme time to think about what I wanna say. How I'm gonna say it. We just gotta make it there first, alright?

Oh, yeah? What's your fake name? Lemme see.

( yeah, they've got to take this one step at a time. surviving the plane trip feels like a huge hurdle to eddie, but it might not be so bad with jason at his side. )

[ normally Jason would tell anyone to fuck off when they wanna see his ID, but if it gets Eddie's mind off all this, then hell yeah he's gonna go for it. ]

Fiiiine, fine. I'll show you, but don't gimme shit for it, dude.

[he pulls his wallet out and takes his original fake ID out. Robert Pliskin. 31 years old. he hands it over, giving Eddie an amused look.]

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ugh omg i just had to go outside and deal with ppl stealing my halloween decorations :(

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