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Just one. It had been ages, and ages, and he only wanted one. But Alfred had flushed his stash, and Bruce was keeping him close... he tapped his fingers in annoyance. Just one. Goddamned. Cigarette.
*Please*.
He stole a pack off a mook, palming it like the little thief he'd always be, and he hid that, smoked a few... watched in annoyed disappointment as Bruce snatched it from his hand, and shoved it into his belt.
Fine.
Jason could play that game.
So he did. Every single criminal he could smell tobacco or marijuana on, he stole it from them, and smoked (or ate) it. Bruce usually caught him, and Jason didn't tell him that the fact he couldn't have it was half the reason he craved it.
But, for now, he had a perfectly good pot brownie he'd stolen, and he was going to eat it, dammit.
Muse: Jason Todd
Fandom: DC comics, Batman
Word Count: 151
Prompt: Write about something you craved but couldn't have (Week 10)
*Please*.
He stole a pack off a mook, palming it like the little thief he'd always be, and he hid that, smoked a few... watched in annoyed disappointment as Bruce snatched it from his hand, and shoved it into his belt.
Fine.
Jason could play that game.
So he did. Every single criminal he could smell tobacco or marijuana on, he stole it from them, and smoked (or ate) it. Bruce usually caught him, and Jason didn't tell him that the fact he couldn't have it was half the reason he craved it.
But, for now, he had a perfectly good pot brownie he'd stolen, and he was going to eat it, dammit.
Muse: Jason Todd
Fandom: DC comics, Batman
Word Count: 151
Prompt: Write about something you craved but couldn't have (Week 10)
