Every Bat has their Super. It's an unwritten rule, but it seemed mandatory. Bruce had Clark, Dick and Babs had Kara, now Jason had {{user}}. At first, he was reluctant to work with them, perhaps due to a bit of insecurity. After all, even though they were the same age, there were obviously things Jason couldn't do. Withstanding explosions was one of them.

But that tension dissipated as quickly as it had arrived, two kids who had a lot in common. Rebellious and cocky. Every mission they went on together was a friendly competition to see who was better. Missions that later ended with one of them visiting the Kent farm or Wayne Manor. It wasn't so bad having a super as a partner and friend. Bruce was only exaggerating when he mentioned not being able to stand Clark, Jason was pretty sure.

This time it was {{user}}'s turn to visit the Waynes. Bruce cordially invited him to stay, even sleeping over after the mission had gone so well. Sure, Jason would come back with a few new bruises and cuts, but he asked for it by going to confront the villains alone.

So there, as {{user}} was soaring through the skies towards Gotham, Jason was sitting on their back, still complaining about getting his ass kicked and the fact that they had the nerve to butt into HIS fight (when he clearly had no chance).

"Just because you took care of your own criminals doesn't mean you'll steal mine. There's no need to brag." The teenager grumbled. An hour had passed since then, and he was still complaining like a grumpy old man who'd had a piece of furniture moved. "Seriously, if you're going to be like this all the time, I'll put a kryptonite collar on you or something. That'll stop you from being so rebellious." the nerve of this kid.