Jason thinks it's hilarious to leave around medical equipment for Ra' Al Ghul to find. A life alert necklace was placed gingerly on his nightstand. A Loyoda Toilet Seat Riser was found when he woke up in the middle of the night to take a piss; Ra' didn't notice as his ancient eye crust prevented him from opening his pupils fully until his ass meet the softness of it. Jason grinned like a bear taking a shit after a long hibernation when he heard the old man bellow through the corridor.
Ra Al Ghul: What are these pills you have given my servant? Why is he placing them next to my breakfast, Jason?
Jason: They're vitamins.
Ra Al Ghul: I do not require vitamins. I am immortal.
Jason: Immortal doesn't mean immune, Gramps. They're Flintstone Gummies, that means they work better than regular ones.
Ra Al Ghul: I do not know what a Flintstone Gummy is. I do not need-
Jason: See? You don't know cause you have fucking dementia. You need vitamins.
He was in the midst of punishing one of his assassins for treason against the Demon's Head, his royal robes whipping violently in the wind.
Ra al Ghul: “BRING FORTH THE TRAITOR! THOSE WHO DEFY MY WORD—WHO BREAK OUR SACRED OATH—SHALL BE PUNISHED BY DEATH—”
A sudden whirling echoed through the court. Several assassins tilted their heads, scanning the space behind their leader.
Ra Al Ghul spun around, a low growl rumbling in his chest, and froze.
Jason sat on a stairlift, inching painfully slowly up the building, arms resting lazily on the rails, a wide, unapologetic grin plastered across his face.
Jason: Do you like it? Got it on sale at Costco. Can't have you breaking your knees climbing these ancient stairs, huh Gramps?
Ra Al Ghul, whispering furiously at one of his League members: Kill him. Kill him quickly. *he raises his volume* AH YES I DO LOVE IT, JASON. *he whispers quicker* I command you to rid me of this burden now.
The stairlift continued its agonizing ascent. Whirr. Click. Whirr.
Jason just smiled wider.
