#but now i have headcanons about duke and security tech

[breadandblankets]

"So are you too locked in or can I make a request?"

It would never, ever, get old: watching a man the size of a mini van jump a foot in the air and straight out of his skin. The flash of steel catches the blinding supermarket lights in his ghost vision.

Wisely, Duke steps out of the way of the knife going for his stomach.

"Duke what the fuck!" Jason whisper yells when he realizes. (Duke barely suppresses an eye roll, who else has the invisibility powers required to make a holographic jacket stealthy.)

(Cass probably, Duke's mind provides.)

"I could have hurt you!"

"It's nice for you to think that," he consoles with as much condescension as Duke could muster. (A lot, for your information, he learned from the best, and also Batman.) "Anyway answer the question."

"No," Jason grumbles, trying to straighten his list where it got crunched in his deathgrip. "Planning d-"

"Day was yesterday, yeah, I had a math test yesterday."

Jason's eyes narrow.

"Does B have more trackers that I don't know about?"

"Hm? No," assures Duke. "I took Tim's notes."

"Tim's notes that have like a billion layers of security?"

Duke snorts.

"His notes that have two passwords, a thumb scanner, and a retinal scanner." He rolls his eyes for real this time to display his clear disdain.

"That Babs can't hack through?"

"You and I both know that Babs' concept of 'can't' is much more flexible than her concept of 'won't'"

"Fair that's on me for this very stressful afternoon you are putting me through," Jason snipes.

"Think of it as exposure therapy," Duke says, patting Jason's shoulder, which, to Duke's extreme delight he doesn't flinch from. "And I'll show you how I hack Tim's shit when we're not in public."

Jason grumbles, which is good as gold in Jason speak.

"Make your request," Jason begrudges, in that tone he has that indicates he will be judging your choice.

"Jalapeno cornbread, and you show me how you make it my dad wants the recipe."

Jason's head snaps up and he smiles.

"Oh man if it's for Doug you can request anything you want!"

"Eighteen million dollars," Duke jokes.

Jason pretends to think on it for a beat.

"Make it 14 and you have a deal."

Duke sighs dramatically.

"You drive a hard bargain but I'll accept... I guess."

"Shut up flashlight," Jason laughs. "Come on, I need cornmeal now."