Just as Tim didn't know Jason well enough to know that the Lycan watched the whole world through the eyes of a predator, Jason didn't know Tim well enough to know that the tightness of that expression meant he was treading on thin ice. He hadn't exactly followed Tim's adventure with the League, after all. He'd put in enough effort to keep Talia occupied while Tim was with her father, but otherwise he'd been perfectly satisfied to get his news from the few allies he still had within those walls.
He'd learn, as would Tim. But first, they had to survive long enough to be able to learn.
The old muscle car wove through the late morning traffic, Jason's skillful hand on the wheel and gear shift guiding the bulky vehicle with ease. He'd learned to drive on the Batmobile, after all. And not the new, sleeker version that Bruce whipped around in these days, but the old tank of a car. He'd had to sit on phonebooks to be able to see, but that hadn't stopped him from loving every minute of it. Even now, he drove with a relaxed smile on his face, thumping out the beat of the song they were listening to against the knob of the gearshift under his hand.
"You ate breakfast, right? Not just dinner last night? 'Cause the energy's gotta come from somewhere and I'm guessing you're fresh outta chickens to sacrifice. You pass out, I reserve the right to point and laugh." He flashed Tim a cocky grin before flicking his gaze back to the road so he could make a turn that would take them deeper into his own territory. "'S one of the reasons why magic is so dangerous. It'll burn out the caster just as fast as it'll burn out an enemy if you're not careful. So, you know....be careful."
Concern? Surely not.
Another few blocks and Jason turned down an alleyway. It was a dead end, a huge brick wall closing off the exit....and yet, Jason drove towards it like it wasn't there, murmuring along with the song as they got closer. He didn't even flinch as the nose of his clearly well taken care of car hit the grey bri-
wait. There was no crunch, no sudden stop. The nose just slid into the brick like it wasn't even there. As did the engine. And then the windshield. And then there was a sensation like dipping one's hand into a cool pool of water except sideways and all of them....and then they were on the other side in a parking lot of an old office building that hadn't been there ten seconds before.
"Someone owed me a favor. Ra's shouldn't be able to even know you're here, let alone throwing magic around. I use this place when I can't make it to the forest."
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He'd learn, as would Tim. But first, they had to survive long enough to be able to learn.
The old muscle car wove through the late morning traffic, Jason's skillful hand on the wheel and gear shift guiding the bulky vehicle with ease. He'd learned to drive on the Batmobile, after all. And not the new, sleeker version that Bruce whipped around in these days, but the old tank of a car. He'd had to sit on phonebooks to be able to see, but that hadn't stopped him from loving every minute of it. Even now, he drove with a relaxed smile on his face, thumping out the beat of the song they were listening to against the knob of the gearshift under his hand.
"You ate breakfast, right? Not just dinner last night? 'Cause the energy's gotta come from somewhere and I'm guessing you're fresh outta chickens to sacrifice. You pass out, I reserve the right to point and laugh." He flashed Tim a cocky grin before flicking his gaze back to the road so he could make a turn that would take them deeper into his own territory. "'S one of the reasons why magic is so dangerous. It'll burn out the caster just as fast as it'll burn out an enemy if you're not careful. So, you know....be careful."
Concern? Surely not.
Another few blocks and Jason turned down an alleyway. It was a dead end, a huge brick wall closing off the exit....and yet, Jason drove towards it like it wasn't there, murmuring along with the song as they got closer. He didn't even flinch as the nose of his clearly well taken care of car hit the grey bri-
wait. There was no crunch, no sudden stop. The nose just slid into the brick like it wasn't even there. As did the engine. And then the windshield. And then there was a sensation like dipping one's hand into a cool pool of water except sideways and all of them....and then they were on the other side in a parking lot of an old office building that hadn't been there ten seconds before.
"Someone owed me a favor. Ra's shouldn't be able to even know you're here, let alone throwing magic around. I use this place when I can't make it to the forest."