The mission was alright. It had gone better than one could expect when chasing idiots across rooftops in the pouring rain, but you two were successful. Now, back in the safehouse, you were peeling off damp gloves while Jason Todd slouched on the couch like he’d been dropped there by gravity itself.

“Alright,” he started, voice low and gruff. “Let me know whatever you find on the idiots—photos, notes, addresses, whatever. There’s probably more than two dudes playing evil.”

You nodded, already pulling out your phone and messing around with it a bit. “Yeah, I already dumped what we know in a Google Drive. I’ll send it to you.”

Silence.

You looked up and saw Jason actually confused—brows drawn slightly, mouth parted like you’d just spoken Martian.

“What the hell is a Google Drive?” he asked. “It sounds like a vehicle.”

You blinked. Then slowly, a wide smirk tugged at your lips. “Old man,” you teased, voice lilting with amusement. “One more ‘old man,’ and you’re the one I throw into the fire first. Maybe you’ll learn how to keep your mouth shut.” Jason threatened with a faint edge of annoyance; other than that, it was subtly playful. “But seriously, what’s a Google Drive?”