Jason was silent after that, instead closing his eyes and slouching into his seat. He was tired. From the run on the wet beach carrying a full grown young woman, the stress of having his surrogate father try to push him back to values he no longer believed in, or the anxiety of being around so many good people in the Leagues, he didn't know. What he did know was he wanted to sleep for the next week and devour a large pepperoni and olive pizza by himself. He wondered how Rory was doing off by himself for the moment, he'd have to touch base with him in the morning. Explain what's going on and why he wouldn't be back for a while.

His body ached, all the time. Ever since his resurrection, every joint popped upon waking, every limb felt filled with lead and every muscle felt ready to rip apart sometimes. He never felt rested, so he took rest when he could. A good solid night sleep was a thing of dreams, so when Jason passes out, he passes out.

Ashley watches him from across the back of the car. The way he slouches to his side a bit, almost leaning on his elbow. Hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, the material well worn and supple from long term use and wear. Long thick legs and thighs, spread just slightly but booted feet planted firmly on the floorboards. If you looked in the right place, you could make out the outline of a gun in the waistband of his pants. She figured he could wake up, ready to fight at any second. He looked tired to her.

Alfred, bless his soul, rolled the glass window down and glanced into the backseat. Finding Ashley half awake, a slow wave of her hand as she tries to stay concious and Jason slumped against the other seat. As asleep as he could be in a moving car. Alfred knew Jason wold only awake to sounds of danger, so spoke quietly to Ashley.

"How are you feeling miss Ashley?" She raised her head, a hand rubbing at the base of her throat.

"My throat hurts pretty bad, I can't breath real deep either." Alfred nods.

"We'll have you looked over the moment as we arrive at the manor. In the mean time, there are water bottles under your seat to the right, in a drawer, please help yourself. I'm sure you're thirsty." For a moment she pauses and looks at him strangely.

"We're...going to Wayne Manor? The real Wayne Manor."

"Of course miss Ashley, you'll be quite safe there I assure you." Glancing back at her he sees Ashley look out the window before closing her eyes and sighing eeply.

"This is real then..." She whispers to herself, hands reaching for the water just where Alfred said it would be and downed an entire bottle before opening her eyes. Wishing it had been whiskey, or gin, or anything to numb her thoughts and make her mind stop screaming.

"Rest miss Ashley, we still have an hour or more to go." Alfred smiled at the young woman and tried to settle the war she was having with herself, but he couldn't do much but be kind to her.

She did finally settle down on the back seat, curled under the plush blanket and using her arm as a pillow. Alfred kept glancing back at them both. He hadn't seen Jason in months, and as always felt worry for the boy that was his grandson in everything but name and blood. Then to the poor young woman in the other seat, ripped from her entire world, quite literally, and pushed into this new one. One she would have never expected to exist. He wonders why she fears so much for this world, and worry settles heavy over his shoulders as he drives back home.