“They have. Disgusting steamed vegetables and raw vegetables with no taste.” He made a face before laughing a little bit.
“In all seriousness you should let me cook something next time. Alfred taught me so much.” He had ideas, and he was sure that Barbra would love some of them. Especially the sautéed vegetables that Alfredo worked so hard to teach Jason to make.
“I like non-life span shortening food too. I just prefer to have food with taste. It’s why I really like curry.” He told her.
The rain, still nistolgia inducing. The boy’s mind kept wandering back to nights with his parents finally not arguing for once, the vague shape of Sparky, the warmth of a blanket and the rare treat of hot coco and marshmallows.
Oh well, no room for that sentimentality right now.
They had to get to the bottom of these robberies. That was for sure. They were a massive threat to Gotham that were slipping through the cracks while Bruce obsessed over Joker and whatever threat the League had detected that had him away from Gotham for the night.
R’as and Deathstroke were the best leads they had. Unfortunately, that meant some big danger to both of them. The League of Assassins always added an unexpected element, and Deathstroke’s obsession with finally killing a superhero was sort of scary.
But R’as was most likely, especially with what was going on that he and Bruce had originally broken up.
“I stopped questioning our lives maybe two weeks in. If it isn’t him it’s some dude made of clay, a sociopath that larps as a clown, some guy in a ridiculous costume that likes riddles too much, a guy who is in a Freeze suit, a guy who dresses as a Scare Crow that made a fear toxin, even occasionally an undead zombie.” Jason shrugged. “But yeah, R’as puts all of them but Joker to shame.”
Jason could not blame Barbra for being tired.
“And he is always trying to set some scheme up in the background that he knows Bruce won’t approve of and will try to stop.” Jason shuttered some. These plans usually made some horrific explosions.
And yeah, it was definitely the over dramatic games the demon’s head as he called himself liked to play.
“It is. And whatever he is setting up, he is being careful. No evidence of planting bombs. So it involves what Bruce and I put in the evidence lock up.” Jason deduced.
“I’m getting better at this detective thing.” Jason beamed for a few moments in pride before getting serious again.
The lighting has Jason tense up. His eyes closed to try and remind himself that the storm outside was picking up. Yeah, he suddenly was not so disappointed about no patrol.
“Whatever the plan is, it terrifies the hell out of me. The fact they are so good at covering their steps.” He sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. Oh dear.
“Yeah, find if out there.” He sighed and shook his head. “And that means some form of finding a way to investigate these sights. We could hit the streets. We just need to get the right things in our suits to make sure we don’t get so badly soaked we get sick.”
“I mean I am sure that Ace would be glad, but I like going to school and being able to do other things now.”
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