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“Goose.” Punches him in the gut and runs away.

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“I can trace it. Give me till tomorrow morning.” The truth is, no. Nothing would change anything about him. Jason had always been filled with a rage that only he knew how to truly manage. From his earliest outings with Bruce his comfort with his anger and the solace he found in violence was —

“There we go.” He walked over beside his brother, looking over at the paper. “Scopolamine.” He turned to the room. “Containers of it. Thats an anticholinergic medicine. Prevents nausea.” He stopped for a moment. “He’s probably using it to mitigate the side affects of his —

“What—?” Jason shook his head and gestured to his brother. “Theres no way. You are such a cornball. You look like a glowstick. You’re ridiculous.” Jason knocked over a couple of bookshelves, looking for the switch. “If I were a mentally ill man, who had a secret identity in which I was —

“Mm. I see.” Jason nodded, looking down at the GPS then slamming the brake. “Here.” He shut the Batmobile off, then put it into defense mode. All the panels came down. Including the ones that went over the wheels. Funny. “Alright boyscout. Lets see what we find in there. Lead the way.”

“Fair enough. I just don’t wanna hear it from him.” Jason zipped through the streets, swerving in and out of traffic. “Who does this lab belong to? What wre we lookin’ for?”

“Long time now.” Jason floored it, the motor roaring as the speedometer went from 50… to 60… to 100. “Upload the information into the cars computer. He know we’re taking his wheels?”

Tosses it back. “Got a copy already.” He grinned and hopped into it. Sneaky bastard he was. “Where we heading?”

Takes one. Bites it. “Thanks, Dicky.”

Don’t call me that.

A.

All the correct answer.

Yes.