#((also! 100% consent for jason to not react well! i am more than happy for him to argue or lash out))

[arobinwithoutbatman]

@maximummuses from [x]

He picked the nearest roof top for now. Just to get his bearings. A quick tap to the black domino and his lenses did a quick overlay of his Gotham over the one he was currently in. Okay... not too different... Crime Alley here apparently lumped in a couple of the neighbouring streets rather than just Park Row. And the Monarch Theatre here was larger; probably looked incredible inside if this one wasn't as dilapidated as the one back home. Tim hummed to himself before abruptly freezing in place.

Ice ran down his spine. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled. He was being watched. Tim was very well acquainted with the feeling, it kept him alive when he was on patrol and stealthing through a mission. The problem was the instinctual fear coursing through him because that was associated with exactly one person. One gloved hand lingered by his bo currently strapped to his thigh, right next to an old scar, currently aching with phantom pain as memories started to swirl in his mind's eye. Slowly, he turned around.

That... wasn't what he was expecting to see. Shape was just off enough that Tim was pretty sure that it wasn't Bruce under that cowl. The guns were also a big giveaway. It wasn't a surefire thing, for all he knew, this was a world where Bruce didn't have a problem with guns. But the menace of the stalking walk, like a predator narrowing in-

-why is he here and how?! Blocking the quicker blows and having to let the more punishing one's through. Bo staff to the side of the face. Let the punch to his stomach go through because blocking that knife is way more important-

Tim gulped. "Hi Jason." He did his best to sound as level and calm as possible despite the way he could feel his fingers trembling. "Are you open to talking first? I'd really rather not fight you when you're like this."