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Scouting the mountainside for evil
Say Your Prayers
It's not especially often that Jason finds himself staring into the night thinking, Shit. I need help. In fact, usually it's the exact opposite. But on this lovely (and by lovely he means fucking awful, freezing cold, and dismal as shit) evening, he's a bit stuck.
Really, he should be bringing this to the Bat, or at least to Tim. Unfortunately, the case if sex offenders, kiddie porn dealers in particular, and Jason really can't abide that. Translation: he wants their blood on his hands, and he wants it badly. Sometimes he can't help himself. He's been good for a while, and now he wants to destroy these fucks in the way he knows best. It just so happens that that method isn't Bat-approved, and so not only would Bruce shut him down, but he doesn't want to drag Tim into this, whether he would be willing or not.
So here he is, with a case to crack, skulls to crack, and no one to crack them with.
Being a renegade sucks.
~Creative Title~ : Steph and Kara
"Hey, Stephie!" Kara taps on Stephanie's window, hovering over it like a bumblebee would above a dandelion. "I brought donuts, open up." She waves the bag of fresh, greasy Dunkin' Donuts pastries in front of the foggy window.
Since when are you an official Wayne?
... Steph? Uh... Since... -well, this was complicated- I think we need to talk.