Jason loved the chase.

Dashing through the city, waltzing with villains and tangoing with danger. It was something he'd grown to adore in his few years fighting crime, and now that he was 14 and Bruce trusted him enough to let him take down minor bad guys on his own, the game was fully on.

His favorite time of the night was always when he saw someone robbing, or graffiting, or committing some other minor crime the Bat was too busy fighting the Mime or whoever else to deal with. Tonight, it was an arsonist, whom Jason spotted dousing a warehouse in lighter fluid. Their biggest mistake was fucking with Jason's city, because the instant the Robin caught wind of it, he was off, chasing after them.

Luckily for Jason, the arsonist had just enough common sense to start running away when it became clear they were caught out.

They were fast. They were fast as hell, but Jason was faster. He knew the alleys, knew which shortcuts to take to overtake the arsonist. He ducked through empty construction sites and jumped over fences, until he finally managed to catch up to the criminal, cornering them in a darkened side street.

He did a sick-ass jump, kicking off from the brick wall and flipping onto the arsonist, knocking them flat and pinning them under his weight, twisting their arms behind their back to keep them in place while he gloats and waits for the police.

"F/CK YEAH!!! You just got KO'd by a bird, b/tch! Not gonna be lighting much up anymore, huh? How's it feel?!" He laughed, nearly hysterically, panting heavily from his run through the city.