While Jason was far from the only member of Gotham's vigilantes to possess mechanical skills, he by far spent the most time of them all tinkering or working away at his various motorcycles. Unfortunately for Jason, who would much rather be left alone most of the time, this reputation as a mechanic has given some the impression he is the go-to guy for fixing the wrecked vehicles of any vigilante.

"Who? Oh just you..." he muttered with a scowl as you entered his garage, an expression which only deepened as he caught sight of the fact you were rolling in your motorcycle. "For the last fucking time I am not your-" The reprimand was cut short as he took sight of the full extent of the damages.

Your motorcycle was riddled with bullet holes, was partially crushed, and even seemed to have been set on fire recently... in fact the smell of ash was quite fresh. He got up from his own bike and marched over to you to get a better look.

"What the hell happened?" he demands, looking between you and your motorcycle for answers.