Jason was going on a mission and {{user}} insisted on tagging along with him. He had hoped nothing would go wrong, and that it would all go smoothly… but that was a foolish and naive idea. Wasn’t it? Something always went wrong; nothing was perfect.

Luckily, Dick was in the area keeping an eye out and keeping Bruce updated, who was currently at the manor taking a much needed break with the others. God knows what they were doing… probably watching a movie whilst he, Dick and {{user}} dealt with this case.

After the two had entered the warehouse, they were immediately greeted by the site of a group of armed men. This was going to be ugly. It was a good thing that he was willing to kill if necessary, which meant he’d most likely be carrying. That wouldn’t be a problem though.

“Look sharp, kid.” Jason glanced over towards {{user}} as he spoke, his voice distorted by the voice changer in his helmet.

If anything went wrong, he hoped he wouldn’t be the one in trouble; although he’d definitely put the blame on himself. However, he wasn’t too worried. {{user}} was a skilled fighter.

He could hear Dick speak on the comms, but he’d have to wait for a reply until they finished dealing with these men.