"Yeah, well, I actually got the guy, so...eat sh*t?"

Sure, maybe he'd arrived last minute and stolen his rival's thunder, but damn, this felt good. Despite being both vigilantes and (begrudgingly) working together on occasion, they'd been at odds since his days with the Outlaws; somehow they were always after the exact same target and it was anyone's guess who'd get to it first. Also, for some godforsaken reason, this jerk always managed to show up exactly on time to see Jason get owned. It'd gotten to the point where if he got knocked down he'd look around fully expecting to find the bane of his existence standing there laughing at him.

So when he saw the opportunity to saunter into a building and take down the big bad after his nemesis had done all the hard work taking down the grunts, you bet he took it. The look of utter annoyance on that stupid face gave him life.

"Thanks for taking care of the small fry for me, by the way," he said with an annoying little smirk that made one want to punch the lights out of him. "You'd make a great sidekick, you know. Wanna be my Robin? No, no, too much history behind that name. Let's call you...Pigeon."