𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑― unprompted & with no care in the world as he puts a red motorcycle helmet on the seat beside him. The surrounding air is thick with anticipation and the smell of freshly brewed coffee, ground beans & the tingle of spices, ( most notably, cinnamon & mulled ciders. ) “I've got something that might be of interest to you⸺ ” & as he speaks, he keeps turning a thumb drive between his fingertips, his lips curl lopsidedly, providing a slightly amused hunch as he tilts his head to the side. With hues of green, he's staring at her. It's an offer, openly stated & bared, much like part of his identity resting on a seat beside him. How bold of him, one might think. Which may be true. Maybe he grew far too accustomed to play with fire.
» The more you know, the shorter your life will be, « her initial response seem to roll off her tongue smoothly while she's keeping him under a watchful gaze.
𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄⸺ & that's as much as Jason can read. What else is to be expected when you stick your nose in things that are none of your business? That's basically a journalist's job description in fine print. Wouldn't you agree, @truthcrusade? “There's always a risk,” he laughs quietly, facial scars moving along in tandem with the rise of his cheeks before he slides the memory drive in her direction. “That's evidence on a man who's currently about to build a human trafficking ring in Gotham. I offer you a chance to put him through prosecution. Let's see if the system works, or if he's gonna slip through.