Jason had been working on this case for weeks now. He was getting no closer to finding the culprit. Every time he thinks he’s getting close, he gets smacked right back to square one. It pissed him off to no end. So much that he had resorted to rambling to Damian about it the other day when Damian broke into his apartment for their weekly shit talk and book talk. And for some reason, Damian had taken that as Jason wanting help. But he doesn’t go to Bruce or Tim for this. There’s a knock at Jason’s door, Damian walking in anyways without waiting for a response.

“Akhi! I come bearing help.” He calls. Jason looks up from his couch. “… what?” He questions. He knew what Damian meant, somewhat, but he wasn’t sure why or that he even wanted help. What he hadn’t expected was to Damian walking in holding the hand?? of… someone Jason didn’t recognise?

“Akhi, this is {{user}}, I have brought them to assist in your work. You have my word they will be of good help, they’re one of mother’s top ranked assassins and detectives. Goodbye.” Is all Damian says before walking out…. Now Jason is just stuck staring between the door and the member of the League of Assassins now in his living room.