POST: 3/? Of TODAY!
EVENT: First Night on Patrol.
JASON: Fifteen.
Gotham's night life has tamed over the years. The only major troubles the heroes of the night have is dealing with the Joker praising delinquents that roam the streets every day, calling themselves Jokers and dressing themselves sin cliché clown costumes.
Jason knew this, and despite knowing that he'd probably be held back from helping put the teens in their place, he was happy to finally be able to go out into the city.
"Where's Uncle Tim?" Jason mumbles form his spot in the corner of the batcave, his mask in place already.
"He'll be here soon." Bruce responds from the Bat Computer, typing away in order to hack into every security camera in Gotham.
"Not soon enough. I've been sitting here for two hours! This costume is too slingy, the mask is too tight, my gloves are too bright and I'm uncomfortable!"
"It's part of the job, Kid." Jason turns towards the new voice and smiles when he sees Tim walking into the cave with a grin.
"Uncle Tim!" Jason stands from his seat and makes his way over to the other hero.
" Careful! You don't want to make that mistake out on the field Jase, hero names." Tim smiles down at his nephew before sighing and turning to his adoptive father. "We ready?"
Bruce nods and Tim chuckles before wrapping an arm around Jason's shoulders.
"Come on Robin, you've got a long night ahead of you."
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They'd left at half past ten.
Jason was expecting…exhilarating catches and amazing fights with a few bank robbers.
Not still patrol on top of Wayne Tech.
"My legs are asleep." Jason whispers and turns his binoculars North.
"It's part of the job. We have to wait for this guy to come out before me move." Red Robin answers with a chuckle.
It's a quarter until two. They've been on this rooftop since the very start of their patrols and Jason's getting tired of keeping still.
"Hold tight Robin." Bruce's voice filters through his communication link and he only sighs in response.
"I see him!" Tim suddenly whispers.
Jason eagerly jumps over next to his uncle and turns his vision towards the abandoned warehouse they've been watching.
Sure enough, a hooded figure's stepped out.
"What are we waiting for? Let's go!" Jason hisses.
"Follow my lead." Tim answers and moves away.
They jump over roof tops and swing from building to building silently until they land in front of their suspect's car.
"Not so fast Jack!" Red Robin says sternly, smoke bombs already in hand.
"Red Robin. What an unpleasant surprise." The hooded man cackles before looking up.
When Jason sees the man's face, he takes a step back in disgust.
The once smooth skin his formor principal is now burned to a permanent crippled mess.
"Mr. Harven?" Jason mutters softly, barely loud enough to even him to hear.
"Robin! Haven't seen you since I was a teenager." The man chuckles and shakes his head.
Tim takes this as his opportunity and strikes.
A few punches are landed before Jason spots some other guys running towards them.
"Take them on Robin!" Tim screams as he wrestles with Mr. Harven.
Jason obeys and jumps to stand in front of them.
"Use maneuver nine!" Bruce instructs through his link.
Jason nods slightly and sends out a punch and kick combo.
A well aimed knock out gas bomb along with a few other kicks and Jason has four thugs at his feet.
"Let's go. I hear police sirens." Tim says with a sigh.
"Why?" Jason asks with a frown.
"The only hero the cops respect is your Dad we'd be sent in for questioning if they catch us. Come on!"
Tim takes off and Jason is left there with wide eyes.
It's when he can actually see the red and blue lights that he finally grapples his way out of the dark alley.
"Jason!" Tim hisses when he sees his nephew land roughly.
Jason never lets out a sound of pain but once Tim arrives at his side, he can obviously see the broken ankle Jason's now sporting.
"Uncle Tim!" Jason whispers and clutches his boot clad foot.
"What did you do?" Tim asks as he kneels down to inspect the damage.
"It's hurts!" Jason complains.
"Shh. Okay, let's get you home. Patrol's over." Tim mumbles and plucks the younger hero off of the ground.
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When they get back to the cave, Clark is already there with a medical kit.
"Jason, what happened?" Bruce asks as he watches Tim rid his grandson of the boots that are blocking access to his left ankle.
"I didn't bend my knees." Jason explains and winces at the pain.
"Your parents are going to kill me." Tim groans as he pulls down his cowl.
"You? Imagine what Dick is going to do to Bruce!" Clark mutters as he stares to ready Jason;s foot for a cast.
"We can't tell them!" Jason says, his voice quivering from the mere horror of the thought.
"How are we going to explain this then?"
"I fell down the stairs!" Jason says stiffly.
"Dick isn't stupid, he's had enough injuries of his own to recognize the difference between home and field breaks."
"Please Grandpa!" Jason pleads, his eyes turning over to Bruce.
"Jason…I think it'd time you tell them."
Jason doesn't respond, instead watches as Clark starts healing his ankle.