( jason doesn't need to be told twice. hell, in this situation? not even the once. he doesn't bother responding because damian already said he wouldn't be running off, and instead focuses on getting there as quick as possible. throws a leg over his bike and speeds off down the road until he gets to the nearest dark alley and parks his bike behind a recycling bin so he can rush to the gps coordinates damian sent over.
he's got his stupid hood on (a stupid move, when he's not supposed to be seen with damian but this isn't the time for that) and an arsenal of knives strapped into his nice, real leather jacket that shoved itself out of his chest a bit ago. ready for war, if that's what this is. )
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he's got his stupid hood on (a stupid move, when he's not supposed to be seen with damian but this isn't the time for that) and an arsenal of knives strapped into his nice, real leather jacket that shoved itself out of his chest a bit ago. ready for war, if that's what this is. )
What've we got?