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“You know, Supes showing up uninvited is one thing.” It’s actually a whole many things, but Jason never suspects that Bruce would ever sit them all down and tell them, so they just all have to pretend they don’t know. But Bruce is possessive of Gotham. Of who comes and goes—and he knows who comes and goes, whether it’s by his own accord, the GCPD, or the small fleet of Bats posted around the city. If one of them knows, everyone knows.
Jason cracks his gloved knuckles together, the running currents jumping between them fading with a sharp crackle. The armored heavy hitter he’d been dragging by the scruff of his vest falls to the ground with a whump.
It feels like serendipity—he’d only been asking about Kara a couple of days ago, but of course Clark went and blabbed about it, because Clark doesn’t do anything unless he thinks it’s the right thing, and he’d been worried about him, and, ugh. It would suck if he sent Kara here just to talk to him.
“What brings you ‘round these here parts?”
