( he doesn't have his jacket on--but tony will be able to pick it up a few feet to the left of them, left hung over the outside of an ac unit. it's filled with fun toys: flashbangs, knives of every size and make in every crevice he could fit them, titanium bo shuriken, a small compact gas mask, flexicuffs, zip ties, wire, tracers, bugs, smoke pellets, bolas, thermite grenades, napalm--an arsenal wrapped up carefully inside dark leather.

jason's a little less armed. there's the grapple gun that sits against the back of his hips, high enough the jacket would cover it if he had been wearing it. more knives hidden in his belt, boots, just below the holster strap for his glock, and a red bracelet on his wrist that decompresses into a domino mask also fitted with stark tech.

the hand that had been close to his gun raises up, presses the pads of his fingers against the center of his chest. )

It's real pretty, ain't it? I'm not usually a tech guy, but damn if his shit isn't handy. ( nothing like having something as thick as dick's stupid nightwing suit that's strong enough jason can get shot, twice, right in the chest, and come out with battered ribs and bruising but not much else. he's had knives thrown at him, super-powered punches, and a lot of other shit that would have left jason fucked over before that hasn't since tony geared him up. the suit compresses down into a bracelet just like the domino mask, too, even if he takes advantage of that less often. easier just to leave it alone, and it fits nicely under clothes. )

You gonna take off the helmet, Mr. Stark? So we can chat face-to-face.

( so jason can get a better read on him. )