If you wanted to play rough, sweetheart, you could've just called me. ( there's no voice modulator, so the teasing lilt to his voice is clear as day. jason stands, waits while midnighter chases down his prey and fucks up his hand. it's none of jason's business; if the guy's gonna waste time stealing, he may as well just not have a hand at all. and once midnighter has declared he's finished, jason tucks his gun back into it's holster, puts a hand on his hip.

he likes his perch, midnighter can come up here if he decides it's necessary. jason's not moving down. )

You know this is bat territory, don't you? You're gonna piss off the birds, pulling shit like that.