Charity Begins At Night

Jason might not be the cutest one out there - he was smelly, dirty, dishevelled, clothed in what was essentially rags, somewhat boney and he knew he was sporting a bruised eye - but he could still play the poor, pathetic homeless kid in need of some generosity. If he played this right, maybe - although that was a big fucking maybe - Wayne would let him walk.So Jason lowered his head, let the fight drown out of his shoulders by force and tried his best to look disheartened. The last part was the easiest, it was close enough to the bone deep exhaustion he was actually feeling."I'm… I'm sorry," he sniffled, "I know I shouldn't've. I just… I was hungry, so…" A glance up showed that it was working, Wayne's eyes had softened and his mouth was drawn in pity. It made Jason's skin crawl to be pitied and he honestly wanted to yell at Wayne that he didn't want that pity, that pity wouldn't help him eat or stay warm. Instead, he took a shaking breath and tried his luck: "I promise I won't do it again."Or: The one where Jason's plan to manipulate Bruce works a little too well.