“Alright, Sherlock. Tone down the Dark Knight detective stuff, will ya?” He scoffed, turning his hand over and seeing what Red Hood saw. So many things could be gleaned from a person’s appearance. As an avid people watcher, Dick knew that better than anyone. A split lip was a bad relationship. Disheveled clothes in the early morning meant a late night away from home. A nose in the air spoke of perceived superiority. A slight bump near the breast pocket of a well-dressed suit meant they were packing, stay far away.
"What an ass,” he muttered to himself, referring to Bruce and dropping his hand to his side, fiddling with the edges of his shorts. Years away from the man and he still felt a bit wounded. There wasn’t anything he could do about it though. Showing his face to the man again would result in nothing but hurt feelings and bruises. He wasn’t eager to break out the foundation—stuff in his skintone was so hard to find.
When he noticed that his time was ticking away and that Red Hood was (almost certainly) staring at him, waiting for him to say more than snark, he straightened, matching the vigilante’s posture. Well, he might as well get to the point— “I need to kill someone.”
The kid’s muttered words caught his attention, and Jay cocked his head slightly at the outburst. Obviously, other things were on his mind than just the Red Hood.
Not much he could really do here, given the kid wasn’t guilty of much more than mischief and destruction of property. The kid wanted to see him, wanted an audience. Took major balls for that, and Jay was gonna allow him time to get his words together. Even if there was afire two blocks away, a robbery six away, and a domestic abuse call just two miles up the river.
He finally coughed out his reason for calling Jason here, which was fascinating in its own right. Murder? Excellent, if motivated by the correct reasons. And if the implications were what Jason thought they were…this could be the best use of his night possible.
“You’re not fuckin’ around, are ya kid? Good on you. So, what’s this hit, if I can ask? Something you want taken care of? You wanna get into position to do it yourself? There’s a certain logistical side to take into consideration too.”
He stopped, leaning forward slightly.
“Not to mention motive. Spill.”
and all of this will never be the same again 