Jason doesn’t like needing help. Not from Bruce, not from his team, not from anyone. But even he has to admit defeat here. His bike is broken, and nothing he does seems to fix it, he’s spent too long on its modifications to just scrap it, so he has to take it along to you, supposedly the best mechanic in Gotham.

I enters the dim workshop, smelling the oil with a scrunched nose, though he supposes it can’t be helped. There are faded posters, photos and even schematics on the wall, but Jason doesn’t care about that, because there you are, in all you grimy, but admittedly very attractive, glory.

“Hey, heard you did bike repairs.” Jason dumps his poor bike in empty space in your workshop and goes over to you, “Put it on priority, I’m willing to pay.”