Jason picked Damian up in a hug, keeping the poor Robin's feet off the ground.

"You're a good kid. I promise things are gonna be alright."

Both of them meant their words and both of them cared.

Jason stopped himself for a minute. He seemed to sit in thought as he contemplated Damian's words before walking over and ruffling his hair.

"Yeah, I guess I am a little lucky to have a brother like you. Also damn right you're lucky."

Neither of them were good at opening up until now it seemed.

"Maybe. Can't say I'm used to being lucky."

The response was as genuine as Jason ever could be. A truthful statement if there ever was one.

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"Heard you were doing business, but I've got one demand."
Jason emphasized his statement with the slide of an AKM slamming closed.
"Stay. Out. Of. My. Town."

"Sure, I'm the lucky one."

Jason decided to give a little taunt to the Robin. A smile crossed his face as it was almost a dare. Maybe he should do some proper training with Damian.

"Oh well."

Jason seemed to be entirely unbothered at this point.

"Yeah, that didn't cross my mind. Just trying to think of an idea. Usually I just take some things as they come."

"I've held my own against an Amazonian once. It didn't go well, but that was because we both got knock out gassed."

Jason shrugged clearly joking to some degree.

"Taking that swing is a bit of a low blow. We could fight your grandfather."

"Well, we could always take a trip and kill someone. We could hang out in Bana-Mighdall. Stuff like that."

Jason shrugged at the thought. Though he had to add a stipulation.

"Do your homework first though."

"Good. I'm not Tim so my expertise on topics is a little bit limited."
The older of the two shrugged. It seemed that there was a secondary point. Being a little irresponsible was a perk. He seemed to look at a phone from his pocket.
"Anything you want, Damian?"

Jason approached and looked over Damian's shoulder. He thought over the subject and tried to put an exact note on what he could explain.

"So, having any troubles on some of these questions? Should be simple enough."

-."

With this he began to set up a position, producing a knife and a small entrenching tool as he dug a small hole to conceal his body in.

"Ready when you are."

It wasn't too long before Jason made his way home, his helmet having disappeared and a change of clothes. He wore a tank top with the old gold WW on it and a set of jeans. Simple work boots. He entered the manor with a call.

"Damian, I'm ready to help with your homework."

Damian's worries were likely relieved as Jason walked out with one of the gangsters by his head. The following point was what would cause the Bat to pick a fight again. An execution point blank.

Jason sighed as he looked down at his coat. He began his trek back to the manner.