There were plenty of reasons someone wouldn't just come up to Tim and declare themselves a werewolf. For starters, werewolves didn't exist. Right? They were a fable, a fable told to children to make sure they didn't go sneaking out of the house at night. They were right up there with vampires and unicorns and Black Friday sales that were worth waking up at 3 AM for.
And even if they were real....how many people would handle being approached by a monster like that without freaking out?
Jason smirked when Tim wrinkled his nose, turning his head to blow a plume of warm smoke up to join the rest of Gotham's blanket of smog. He could understand it, he'd been the reason for many of those lectures, after all. How many times had Bruce caught him smoking on the roof? He'd lost count long before he'd died, and each one had come with a 'don't do that to yourself, Jaylad'. It was a disgusting habit.
But it also helped to edge out the stink of the city as the smoke curls out from his nose. It wasn't like it could kill him anymore, anyway.
"Wait. Stop, kid. Just...stop." He sighed, flicking his ash before pulling one foot up to the edge of the unit he was sitting on so that he could drape one arm around his knee. "I'm just fucking with you. No bear traps. Besides, if it's as big as you say it is, a bear trap wouldn't do much anyway.
What's your goal? You don't want to kill it, you don't want to hurt it....so, what? Ask it nicely to go away? Threaten it to make it stop killing?"
Neither of those would work, of course. Jason wasn't going anywhere and the people he took out in those woods weren't people that could be handled by anyone other than possibly Bruce, himself. And even then, Bruce would need years to learn the limits of the supernatural world. The little would-be mage that Batman did have access to wasn't exactly trained. Or, you know, aware.
"Did you ever stop to ask yourself why it kills some people but not others?"
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And even if they were real....how many people would handle being approached by a monster like that without freaking out?
Jason smirked when Tim wrinkled his nose, turning his head to blow a plume of warm smoke up to join the rest of Gotham's blanket of smog. He could understand it, he'd been the reason for many of those lectures, after all. How many times had Bruce caught him smoking on the roof? He'd lost count long before he'd died, and each one had come with a 'don't do that to yourself, Jaylad'. It was a disgusting habit.
But it also helped to edge out the stink of the city as the smoke curls out from his nose. It wasn't like it could kill him anymore, anyway.
"Wait. Stop, kid. Just...stop." He sighed, flicking his ash before pulling one foot up to the edge of the unit he was sitting on so that he could drape one arm around his knee. "I'm just fucking with you. No bear traps. Besides, if it's as big as you say it is, a bear trap wouldn't do much anyway.
What's your goal? You don't want to kill it, you don't want to hurt it....so, what? Ask it nicely to go away? Threaten it to make it stop killing?"
Neither of those would work, of course. Jason wasn't going anywhere and the people he took out in those woods weren't people that could be handled by anyone other than possibly Bruce, himself. And even then, Bruce would need years to learn the limits of the supernatural world. The little would-be mage that Batman did have access to wasn't exactly trained. Or, you know, aware.
"Did you ever stop to ask yourself why it kills some people but not others?"