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fantasticmssrfox​:

Lucius smiled slightly. “You keep the important secrets,” he said. “Subtlety is a lost art in Gotham, in any case.” Of course, neither the GCPD nor Batman himself were exactly masters of said art, so perhaps they were setting the example. 

A light chuckle fell from Lucius’s lips as the younger man spoke. “Still, I appreciate it,” he said. “If there’s any way I can return the favor, please let me know.” He smiled. “That’s a fairly tall order,” he said. “I’m not sure I’m the man to do that. Alfred is far better at it and far more equipped than I am.”

it’s not hard to keep the important secrets, really. after years of running this race you kind of get used to it. that doesn’t make roy anymore subtle, but.. he sees lucius’ point. “true, it doesn’t seem like the most subtle city. feels like it needs a more hands-on approach anyway.” roy doesn’t know gotham as well as some of those around him, but - he knows enough. two years gives him a pretty decent insight, anyway.

waving off the offer absently, roy takes a closer look at the device in question, mind already working on how to fix it. “i’ll keep that in mind. might never call on it, but we’ll see.” he says, a little distracted by finding a way to fix things. “you’re probably not wrong. even the ones i know best tend to run on their own kinda order, huh.” he chuckles softly, glancing over at lucius. “how’re they handling things?”

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barbaraxxgordons​:

Babs narrowed her eyes at him before a smirk broke out across her lips. “Within reason of course.” she chuckled as he took a closer look at her wheelchair. She didn’t trust anyone else to work on it and she knew he had an idea what she was getting herself into. She’d be damned if she let the joker come near her again, she was going to be prepared and trained, her guard never let down until he was where he couldn’t hurt her again. That included his goons trashing her city, her home. “No spray painting flames on the side of it, it’s not a hotwheels care.” she teased lightly. 

Barbara shook her head an all knowing smile crossing her lips. “Not my style, where’s the fun in that?” Babs was not one to stand idly by and though it had taken some time to get into her new role as Oracle and leave batgirl behind, she still had high hopes she’d one day return. Barbara nodded letting out a soft sigh. “in this town.” she nodded again. She didn’t pry, Roy would tell her only what he wanted her to know. She could find the rest out by digging but with close friends it was quite the invasion of privacy and if they weren’t in immediate danger she didn’t look into it. 

“reason is way less exciting than what i had in mind, but alright.” roy agrees with a dramatic sigh. he’d never do anything to her chair that she didn’t want or wasn’t comfortable with, of course, not when he knows how big a deal it is that she trusts him with it at all. but the fact that she does means that roy needs to at least offer to give her a cooler chair, right? “alright, no flames. you have my word. not this time at least.”

tilting his head to the side a little, roy looks up at babs questioningly. “you wanna stay in it while i work? i mean - i could work around you but it might not be all that fun.” he points out, nodding to the chair at his workstation she can use in the meantime. he can stand and work, after all. “yeah, it’s.. yeah. gotham’s like that. between the chaos and lian’s house, most of my time is pretty much spoken for.” which.. truth be told, is how roy likes it. too much time with his own thoughts isn’t all that great for roy these days.

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ofprettybird​:

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Dinah was always happy to see Roy the boy was her life, no matter what Oliver said or did she’d always stand by her son no matter what. She’d ensured that she’d be with an arms reach no matter what she was doing she’d drop it for Roy. “Of course not darling, you know the rule only you or I put hands on my darling car. “ She mused knowing that it was one of their new activities to work on cars together. It was hard to learn of Lian’s passing but it made her cling tighter to Roy wanting him to know she would always stand by his side.

She smiled moving towards him to give him a tight hug letting him know just how much she’d missed him. “I love that you give me your few extra moments, tell me have you been eating darling?” 

dinah’s always been good to him. probably better than he deserves, truth be told, and her support has been so incredibly valuable. roy’s not sure what kind of person he’d be without her. he’ll always make time for her, always try to help her where he can. working on a car is nothing in comparison. “i know, i know. i just wanna make sure. i’d hate to get to work on her and find out someone else has been messing with something.” he says with a chuckle, knowing there’s no chance of that happening. it’s actually kinda nice, to know dinah trusts him so much.

the question doesn’t really surprise him, truth be told. since he.. settled, for lack of a better word, with lian’s death, dinah’s done such an incredible job just to be there for him, to support him through it. he gives her a gentle squeeze before stepping back from the hug. “i’m eating fine, dinah, c’mon. good thing about being at the tower all the time, there’s always someone around who’s eating.”

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barbaraxxgordons​:

Babs’ grinned listening to Roy, she wheeled herself closed to him, the light catching a metal piece in her wheelchair. “Not sure anything is actually wrong with it, and I know it’s not exactly something that needs a mechanic, but I was hoping you could spruce her up a bit…I need to be able to move a little faster in this and the wheel catches.” she sighed lightly. “I know I know, they’re not made for that but you know me, can’t stay out of trouble.” she gave a soft chuckle. 

It was good to see him and in Gotham too. “How are you Roy?” Barbara finally asked. 

“hold on, let me get this straight.” roy begins, pushing himself up from his seat so he can get a closer look at babs’ chair. “you're giving me free rein to spruce up your chair? like - free creative influence?” he’s being a bit of a shit now, he wouldn’t get carried away with something so crucial for her, but he doesn’t thik she’ll mind him being a little silly about it for now. he has an idea of exactly how he can fix the issues she’s having with the wheel, and help her get a little more speed without compromising her safety. “i would be surprised if you could stay out of trouble, that’s not really your style, right?”

stepping over to the chair, roy kneels down to get a closer look at the wheel she’s having trouble with. it gives him an excuse not to focus too hard on the question. “i’m alright, keeping busy. plenty to do these days, you know?”

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slavic-shadow​:

“It really is gorgeous. I could almost see myself living here by choice and not force,” Nat retorted, with a soft chuckle. She brushed herself off, being careful not to get a splinter in her fingers. As unemotional and cold as she was, she hated those things. They were on par with paper cuts. “I’ve been through much worse, believe me.” This was nothing compared to missions with the Avengers, or helping S.H.I.E.L.D. It was ridiculously minor in comparison to what she’d suffered in the Red Room. “Thank you for the concern, though. Would you like to get coffee? My way of apologising for your wasted journey to this part of town. If we get lucky, we might bump into my kidnappers on the way.”

“oh yeah? think gotham’s your style, huh? that’s a pretty big call, not a lot of people who weren’t raised here see it that way.” he points out with an amused sort of grin, pushing off the wall and stepping towards her. she seems more than ready to handle whatever situation this is, but - hey, no harm in a little backup, right? it’s not like gotham is the safest place to be unaccompanied these days. “coffee with a gorgeous woman by the moonlight, huh? how does a guy say no to that?” the archer can’t help the slightly flirty response - reacting that way is practically in his blood, always has been. “why do I feel like we’re going to take a more scenic route to bump into them anyway?”

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fantasticmssrfox​:

“I only came to you because I know you’re…” Lucius paused, humming softly as he considered the right phrase to use. “A discreet associate,” he said finally. “So I assume it goes without saying, though I will out of an abundance of caution, that you can’t tell anyone you worked on this car. People know I work at the GCPD but that’s as far as it goes.”

“No,” he agreed, with a slight smile. “I don’t think it’s anything too complicated, but then again, technology is somewhat outside my area of expertise.” Not entirely, of course, but then again, few things were. “Thank you, Roy,” he said. “I appreciate this.”

roy can’t help but let out the slightest chuckle at that. “you might be the only person around to call me discrete.” he points out. he’s not stupid, he knows his methods aren’t that discrete. it’s just not how he operates. he was raised as a vigilante, not a spy. sneaking around isn’t his style. “you really wanna cramp my style today, don’t you? i was going to broadcast it through the city.” roy jokes, waving a hand at lucius. “don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”

shrugging the thanks off, roy shakes his head. “really, it’s no problem. this stuff is a walk in the park for me. it’s the least i can do.” truth be told, roy would be happy to set up shop and do more of this. the state the city’s in, people could probably use it. “especially something like this. someone has to keep all those... associates of yours in line, right?”

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jeremiah-valeska​:

“It’s been smoking for around a half hour and I only drove it for 5 minutes.” Jeremiah explained, eyeing the other man as if he was trying to get a read on him. It was only a mechanic but he had a bit of trust issues. The fault of his brother, he supposed. It was probably the other man’s red hair that was throwing him off a bit. Besides, It seemed like he was just as cautious around him. “You were the closest mechanic to me at the time.” He mentioned. 

“you drove it knowing it was smoking?” roy asks with a raised eyebrow, glancing over at the guy. it’s definitely not the best idea, to drive a car that’s got smoke coming out of it. letting out a sigh he rubs absently at the back of his head. he’s heard of worse, of course - people do all kinds of ridiculous things to their cars, this isn’t the worst of it. “i’ll take care of it, don’t worry. when do you need it by?”

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flyingboywonder​:‎

Dick chuckled at Roy’s words. “Oh, I’m sure you are, dude,” he said, clapping a hand down on the man’s shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Unfortunately, though, someone has to keep an eye on things. I’m not sure we can trust the younger Titans to handle this yet. They’ll get bored half way through and do something dumb, like we used to,” he grinned. Thinking back to their younger years filled him with a warm, nostalgic feeling. They were just two kids, giving the whole love thing a shot, and trying to navigate their way through the superhero world together.

He knew that Roy could complete the Rubik’s cube – he just wanted to take his friend out for breakfast. Finding a place that was still in business would be hard, but doable. The other man deserved Dick’s full attention for more than an hour or two. It was hard to juggle being a detective, a superhero, a dad, a boyfriend, and a normal guy and still have time for everyone. He watched the cube land on the table, then leaned forward, trying to be considerate of Roy’s feelings while also telling him the truth about Mar’i. He’d just lost a daughter, and Dick had gained one. It wasn’t fair. “I was scared at first,” he admitted, swallowing thickly. “I thought I’d screw up and hurt her. Not be what she expected.” Moving closer, he rested his head on Roy’s shoulder, silently letting him know that he was there and that he was sorry if he was making his heart ache. “But now? I love it. I love her. She’s a great kid, and she’s here to try and save her mom. Kori gets really sick in the future…” He didn’t want to talk about that. “So, yeah. You’re Uncle Roy. But… If it’s too hard to be around her now that you know, she’ll understand, and so will I.”

dick’s not wrong. it’s too important to leave this to people who aren’t as used to survellance as they are. the kids might have a lot of potential for the most part, but that doesn’t mean they should have more put on their plates than they can handle. letting out a dramatic sigh, roy slumps in his seat and pulls a face that dick better know is entirely fake. “fine, fine. you should really be careful twisting my arm into stuff like this you know, i only have one good arm left.” ah, arm jokes. classic deflections. roy doesn’t mind it, though - if he doesn’t joke about it no one will know how to handle his disability. and losing his arm was hardly a drop in the ocean of what he really lost that day, anyway.

the cube is basically out of roy’s mind - he’ll finish it later, it’s not going to be hard and he wants that free breakfast. right now he’s just.. going through the motions, working through the initial gut-wrenching, heart-crushing reminder of what he lost that day. recovering, working through his grief, coming back from the hole he’d thrown himself into after lian’s death, it hadn’t been easy. but it had taught him a lot about what was important, and how not to lose sight of that. it’s not easy to be faced with such a stark reminder of what he lost, of the daughter he’d never see again, never hear again, never hold again - but that doesn’t mean roy’s going to give up a chance to be part of this kid’s life. “every dad feels that, doesn’t matter when they see their kids for the first time. don’t think you’re wrong or something, for being scared of that.” god knows roy was, when he first got lian in his life. roy hadn’t been anything close to the kind of guy who should’ve been a dad, back then. and cleaning up his act seemed like a herculean task at the time. but he had to do it - for her. one way or another. god, even thinking about it is hard, puts a ridiculously heavy weight on his heart that’s going to be hard to shift. even so, he can’t help the slightest smile when he feels dick’s head on his shoulder - a different weight. a welcome one. “hey, shut up - like i’m not gonna be around for her. you really think i’m going to let any kid of yours go without hearing all of your embarrassing stories?” he lets out a soft laugh, resting his cheek against the top of dick’s head and letting out a slow breath. it’s not fair, that he lost lian. that she lost her life before she really got to live it. but that’s not dick’s fault. and roy isn’t about to pass on the chance to see his best friend be the amazing dad roy knows he can be. “do.. you wanna talk about it?” he asks slowly, a little hesitant to broach the subject of kori. if she gets sick in the future.. god, that’s something they’re gonna have to deal with at some point, too. “about what happens to her?”

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ofprettybird​:

Dinah had tracked down her son without any issue, after all they’d been in constant contact since he’d taken to leaving Star City. He may have been fully grown but he was still her baby and she’d mother him till the day she died. “You are my regular mechanic, always and forever” she teased him moving into the shop taking a look around. It seemed to have held up rather nicely with all of Gotham falling apart. “My darling son, surely you aren’t too busy to give your mother a few moments of your time?” She questioned smiling softly.

roy’s never going to complain about seeing dinah, really. why would he? she’s been... one of the biggest supports in his life. maybe the biggest. even when he didn’t deserve it. “well that’s good to hear, i was worried you were gonna replace me when i moved to gotham.” he says with a laugh. he knows what she’s doing, checking out his place, making sure he’s doing okay. setting up his own place the way he wanted it had.. taken some time. it had been very start-stop, finding the energy and motivation to do so without lian. and - yeah, that’s a thought he pushes away very quickly, not wanting to go down that path right now.

shaking his head, roy pushes himself up from the stool at his workbench and steps over to dinah, holding his arms out for a hug. “you know what, you can even have a few extra moments. i can spare it.”

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fantasticmssrfox​:

Lucius smiled faintly. “I don’t think a regular mechanic could fix this problem,” he said. He had a communicator in his car specifically geared toward Batman’s communicator, and those that the Batkids (he always felt awkward using that term, like he was trying to be cool) had, so that Lucius could help them if need be. 

“I’m not entirely sure what’s wrong with it,” he admitted, with a slight frown. “It keeps cutting out on me, which as you can understand is inconvenient at best.” He reached in and pressed the button, before a burst of static forced him to turn it off. “You see?”

ahh, roy’s seen these before. it’s a pretty standard trademark of a bat-associate of some kind - he’s pretty sure dick has a modified version, so does tim. he’s pretty sure jason’s got one too, even if he’d never admit it. he’s always wanted to get his hands on the bat’s devices, but he’s pretty sure it’s not exactly fair to ask one of them for something they use on the regular. this, though? this is perfect.

“yeah, that doesn’t sound ideal. don’t exactly want static when one of them needs help, right?” roy lets out a soft chuckle as he picks up the device, looking it over carefully. oh, this should be good. how much time can he buy to pull this thing apart? “it shouldn’t be too hard to fix but - give me an hour or two. maybe three. just uh - so i can get a proper look, make sure it’s not just going to give out on you again, yanno?”

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magicalessence​:

“Luca is feeling under the weather and this is a Aston Martin Virage. Luca touches it. You touch it. No one else.” Zatanna said walking closer and placing her keys on the table. “I portal-ed it into the Titans Garage but I can move it anywhere it’s easy to work on. Jerome got his hands on it and I just want to make sure he didn’t do anything to her. Besides, I think she’s due for a tune up.” Zatanna smiled. Magical badass, but she still didn’t know a thing about car maintenance. “So what do you say? Pretty please?” she batted her eye lashes at her friend dramatically.

“oh, i get to touch it? i guess i must be half-decent at this kinda thing, then. reckon i should open a garage full-time? make it a day job?” roy asks with an amused sort of grin, not even a little serious. it might do okay s a side gig but - he knows he’d never last full time. still, he doesn’t mind doing some odd jobs here and there, and he definitely doesn’t mind helping out his friends. “well, there’s your first mistake. letting jerome get his hands on it.” letting out a very dramatic - and clearly fake - sigh, roy picks up the keys. like he was going to turnt his down. it’s an aston martin virage. of course he’s going to play around with it. responsibly, of course. “fine, but i expect lunch as repayment. and somewhere decent, not batburger or something. leave it in the titans garage, it’s probably easier to work there.”

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jeremiah-valeska​:

“I don’t have a regular mechanic… I could do it myself, I just don’t have the tools right this second.” Jeremiah told him. He didn’t even like being outside, let alone getting someone else to help him out. He just figured that if he had to leave the Bunker the least he could do was get his vehicle fixed. It was much safer then walking to the places he needed to go. Timidly, he handed over the keys to the car parked outside. “The engine. It’s smoking.” Jeremiah told him. “I didn’t get a good enough look yet to be able to tell exactly what it is that seems to be the problem.” 

the guy seems pretty nervous, which is a bit of a concern. not quite a red flag, but not exactly ideal either. but roy doesn’t change his demeanour, simply watches as the guy approaches, glancing out through the window at the smoking car before turning his attention back to his new visitor. “how long has it been smoking, exactly?” he asks with a hint of a smile, hoping to put the guy at ease a little. “how far had you driven before it started smoking?”

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rjboyles​:

— rj nods. he thought about taking it to tony stark, but he’s not sure how happy the man would be to see a former HYDRA ASSASSIN. bucky understands but rj isn’t sure anyone else does. “something like that.” he wheels his bike closer and points to the communicator on the front. it’s how he lets heroes know when he’s on his way to help or if he needs help. it can be detached but he doesn’t want to mess it up even more.

“it got hit with a bullet.” rj explains. “i was fighting and it got caught in unfriendly fire.” he scratches the back of his head. he’s nervous and it shows. he’s not good at talking to people. he’s only good at FIGHTING and KILLING. he doesn’t want to kill anymore though. coming to gotham gives him a chance to be someone else. “i can’t use it anymore.”

roy didn’t exactly come to gotham to fix cars and bikes and the like, but it’s not like it’d hard for him to do so. truth be told it’s one of the easier things for him to work on. and if it means he’s going to get paid something he can use for weapons or equipment or some more tools, then it’s not so bad. besides, this looks a little more interesting than your usual engine trouble.

“right.” he says slowly, looking at the kid. roy’s first thought is that he’s too young to be getting into fights with bullets involved, but roy was much younger than this guy seems to be when he started doing the same thing. hell, maybe even worse. he’s in no place to judge. “it might not be a complete write-off, you know. could be salvageable.” kneeling down in front of the bike, roy takes a closer look. it’s in pretty rough shape, but roy should be able to make do with it one way or another. “i don’t see things like this attached to many bikes, you know. pretty unique piece of equipment. you ever think about making it a little more - uh, durable?”

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flyingboywonder​:

Dick looked at the surveillance screens, rewinding footage to check that Trigon hadn’t been coming in and out of the tower again. He chuckled at Roy’s words, turning his head to look at him as he sat down beside him. “You mean you don’t find this stuff insanely riveting?” he asked, teasing obvious in his tone. Truth be told, he was glad that Roy was there with him, inside the tower, where Dick was able to keep his eye on him. After the loss of Lian, he didn’t want his best friend to be alone. Not that Roy showed any signs of being upset – he always tried to put on a brave face, which was something that Dick greatly admired. But he wanted the other man to know that he was loved and cared about, and that if he needed anyone, they were all there for him. The Titans were a family, Roy included. 

Reaching for Rubik’s cube on the desk, he grinned at Roy and tossed it into his lap. It was already half solved, thanks to Mar’i. “Think you can finish that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Breakfast is on me if you can.” He pursed his lips as he stopped the footage, thinking of how to word what he wanted to tell the other. It was important to let him know who Mar’i was before anyone else told him. He deserved to know that his niece from the future was living in the tower. “Hey, you’ve seen Mar’i wandering around the tower, right?” he asked, eyes meeting Roy’s. “What would you say if I told you that she’s from the future… and that she’s mine and Kori’s daughter?”

roy can’t help but snort in amusement, shaking his head. they’ve done this enough times, really. watching surveillance footage, reviewing things, getting square-eyed just staring at the screens for hours on end. that doesn’t mean it’s interesting, though. “amazingly enough, no. you should know by now i’m stimulated by more exciting things.” he jokes with a wiggle of his eyebrows. ridiculous as hell, he knows, but it keeps the conversation light enough which makes things.. easier for him right now.

catching the rubik’s cube, roy takes a close look at it. the kid’s clearly done a decent job, which is a good insight into her. roy hasn’t had a lot to do with her yet, but he’s bound to come across her sooner or later, whatever he can learn about her in advance is bound to be useful. “get ready to cough up for breakfast then, grayson. i got this.” he says with a grin, getting to work on the half-finished cube. it should be easy enough to get through, surely. or he’ll screw it up even more, who knows? he’s just about to finish off another side when dick starts on about the kid again - with news roy never would’ve expected. his hands stop, still holding the cube, eyes still fixed on the colours for a few moments. “i guess.. uh. we’ve seen crazier things, right?” he asks, much more subdued as he tosses the cube back onto the table. a daughter. roy feels something constrict tight around his heart, his head getting fuzzy. not good. swallowing thickly, takes a deep breath, processing... well, everything. this isn’t about him. this isn’t about lian. it’s about dick and this kid. breathe, harper. “how do you.. feel about that? about having a - a daughter?”

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it’s a little strange, being back in the tower. roy’s not really sure he should be here. the last time he called himself a titan it hadn’t exactly been for the good guys. and he’d been too high and broken to give a damn. and sure, he’s.. better, now. at least he’s trying to be. he’s clean and sober, he’s working for the right side again. but that doesn’t make it any less strange, to be here.

but dick wanted him here, and it’s not often roy turns the guy down. as much as he’s sure dick’s got a screw loose for wanting that.. there’s no one judgement he’d trust more. so here he is. “i hope you asked me here for something more interesting than watching footage.” he says as he slumps down in the seat beside his friend, nodding up at the various surveillance screens showing different areas of the city. it’s important, he knows, but dick could do this without his help. so either he needs to get something off his chest, or he’s tag-teaming with dinah again to make sure roy doesn’t isolate himself too much. roy can’t help but hope it’s the former. “at least give me something to tinker with while i’m here.”

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“regular mechanic out of commission?” roy asks with a raised eyebrow. okay, maybe he’s a little curious about what it is they need fixed so desperately. maybe he doesn’t mind the idea of being - useful to people every now and then. maybe cobbling something together doesn’t sound so bad. christ, he needs to get himself a better hobby than beating up asshole criminal drug dealers in gotham.

letting out a very dramatic and utterly fake sigh, he waves them closer, digging around in his duffel bag for the emergency tools he’s sure must be in there somewhere. “alright, hand it over. what’s actually wrong with it? better tell me now before i dig into it and change something you didn’t want changed.” it’s bound to happen. roy’s known for uh - getting carried away when he tinkers with equipment.

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rcdhccd​:

open starter for @fallengothamstarters​ !!

— “what’s wrong? never seen a guy beat so many asses at once?” jay asked. he didn’t give a fuck about who owned what territory. gotham was his home and he was gonna go wherever he damn well pleased. the villains saw him as a HERO, the heroes saw him as a TICKING TIMEBOMB. he was morally corrupt but not enough to be tossed into the big bads category. he holstered his gun and held his helmet under his arm. “did you want something?”

“oh, it’s not that.” roy responds easily, an amused sort of grin on his face as he watches jason. it’s no surprise to find him here. gotham is his home, after all - no disaster could change that. he hooks his bow over his shoulder and rests his left hand on holster at his hip, and tucking his right - cybernetic - arm behind his back, not thinking much of it. “more that i’ve never seen you take that long to beat so many asses at once. you out of practice or something, jaybird?”