( he does get clear, which is what he needed. both guns get holstered as jason--pats around in his pockets for a minute. he doesn't have a batbelt, but he does carry his own assortment of useful bullshit, significantly more equipped now than he had been back in new amsterdam. thank you, non post apocalyptic futurey city, for being easier to carry his shit in. he pulls out a long thread of wire, and a taser.

squints over towards connor before he's yelling across the building, )

I can't fly. You know how many times I've had to stop at gas stations on the way back in the hood? I've lost count. An' the few times some fucker got the drop on me and broke it. No taxi wants to stop to let Red Hood in.

( he's bullied a few in the past. bullied his way into other people's cars, too. sometimes it just happens that way. in the meantime, he's pulling out a lighter, too. puts the taser back. )

You got anything useful on you? Aside from plain pointy sticks and sharp objects.