[ The space helps ease the worries on Jason's mind a little. He hesitates at the door before looking at Dick again. Something in him very much wanted to raise a little hell; but he wasn't prepared and that just ruined all the fun. Fucking with Dick would really be icing on the cake. ]

Lots of things don't make sense, this ain't that special. Like costumed vigilantes. And here I thought you guys only existed in floppies.

[ Or at least, that's where he'd been told he was from. Batman was a comic book character, who knew. ]