( with his cowl pulled back on and it fastened as best as it can be given the stitches he now wears beneath the tape, he watches jason hold up the small bug and his expression says it all: not surprised, heavy sigh just barely there on his lips. he knows they do this β he's caught a few of them already, but. for the most part lately, he just leaves them. after all, if he really wants to be left alone β to disappear or not be followed, he'll get rid of them or put them somewhere else. they're curious, he figures, and sure. he is, too, with them. which is why he has his own ways of keeping tabs on them.
still. if a bat doesn't want to be found, they have ways of doing just that.
steps heavy as he makes his way over to his laptop, he looks at whatever it's running for a moment before he heads to the batmobile, sliding into the driver's seat. )
Bat channels?
( he stares to jason in genuine confusion, it's almost innocent in a way.
door shut, key turned, the engine comes to life and he looks over to the stools there left by the table. nothing they need to talk about, because what needed to be said or left unsaid, has been. )
no subject
still. if a bat doesn't want to be found, they have ways of doing just that.
steps heavy as he makes his way over to his laptop, he looks at whatever it's running for a moment before he heads to the batmobile, sliding into the driver's seat. )
Bat channels?
( he stares to jason in genuine confusion, it's almost innocent in a way.
door shut, key turned, the engine comes to life and he looks over to the stools there left by the table. nothing they need to talk about, because what needed to be said or left unsaid, has been. )