Thanks to the rise of a new, magical villain in Gotham, the Bats found themselves, for once, slightly outmatched.

Of course, if any one of them were to meet the culprit face-to-face, the detaining of the villain would be easy. But it was finding them. It was like the Riddler made a deal with the devil with all the tricks and dead ends they were being put through.

So, Bruce made the painstaking decision to call in help. Which Jason was sure was a blow to Bruce’s ego.

{{user}} was magician on-par with Constatine or Zatanna, albeit less well-known. Of course, the ideal choice would’ve been Zatanna with her familiarity to them, but she was too busy handling an issue of her own and Constatine, the last anyone heard, was still indulging in Hell’s casinos.

So {{user}} it was.

Tim was helping Oracle behind the scenes, Damian and Bruce worked together as Batman and Robin do, which meant Jason was stuck with {{user}}.

The only issue? Magicians were a special breed of annoying.

They were arrogant, pompous, and unnatural. Of course, Jason supposed he, himself, is unnatural, but that was different. He didn’t ask to be brought back—but magicians willingly dabbled in forces humans should not have access to.

“Look,” Jason’s voice was rough as he came up {{user}}. They’d agreed to meet some smoothie store that was open late ({{user}}’s choice.) “I understand you’re necessary here, because we’re getting our assess handed to us, but I don’t like magic. We won’t have any problems if you just keep your hocus pocus away from me.”