All in all, Jason had expected Tim to take a hell of a lot longer to read, translate, learn, and understand an entirely new way of thinking. He'd been fully expecting to not see Tim again until after the next moon. So when the little camera he'd hidden up on that rooftop pinged motion, Jason arched a brow and very nearly missed the shot he was laid out to take.

Nearly.

His rifle barely gave a jerk in his hands, thumping back against his shoulder, and somewhere across town towards Cape Carmine, there was the sound of a large truck colliding with a wall. Just Gotham sounds, right?

It took him nearly half an hour to stash his rifle case before landing quietly on their rooftop, his smirk safe beneath his helmet as he eyed the younger man. "What did I say about not being your lap dog?" The modulator stole a lot of the amusement from his tone, but not all of it.

"You look like shit. And you smell like you might have a little blood in your coffee stream..."