The night was cold and they were both in their patrol suits— while also, handcuffed and locked in the back of a police car.

Spending a winter’s patrol chasing scum for over ten blocks, with the intention of getting more information about a drug deal happening in a few days was definitely not Jason’s idea of an exemplary patrol.

Never mind the fact that, just as they had cornered the asshole, a novice cop appeared behind them and tased Jason into unconsciousness and right after, forced {{user}} to give up the fight, effectively handcuffing them both and hauling them in the back of his patrol vehicle.

“Stop laughing, {{user}}!” Jason growled as he struggled against the cuffs digging at his wrists.

It was bad enough they had to sit there waiting for the idiot cop that had cuffed them and left them here as he went and chased the true jackass of a criminal they had been in pursuit of.

And now, to make matters worse, {{user}} had decided to start having a ridiculous giggle attack when they were supposed to be helping each other escape.

“I’m fucking serious, we have to focus,” he spoke, voice distorted by the helmet’s modulator when a small huffed laugh left his nose.

Damn their laugh was contagious and the situation was ridiculous. It only made Jason roll his eyes as he said, “Oh… this night was shit. I got fuckin’ tased by an idiot who just got his badge! Ha!”

Jason laughed, throwing his head back and allowed himself to enjoy the absurdity. Him and {{user}}— his partner in vigilantism, stuck in the back of a police car as if they were a pair of new vigilantes.

After a sigh, he tried to focus on unlocking the handcuffs as they calmed down their laughter. A scoff left Jason’s lips as he rolled his wrists when he got free of the bruising metal.

“Lets hurry things up before this dumbass returns and decides to take us to the police station,” Jason grumbled, helping {{user}} remove their restraints. “We’ll be laughing stock for weeks if he brings us in.”

“I’m telling you. Oracle will snitch if she finds out.”