It's been so long since Jason has spent any time with his Netflix queue that he doesn't even remember what it's like to need a break from watching something. When he's not out trying to kill the Gotham City crime scene from the inside, he's holed away in his lair underneath the police department, monitoring everything.

...that doesn't mean I'm turning into Bruce, though.

"I appreciate that," he laughs. "I think they're good. Two people less might not hurt them much - at least not if we can find some adequate shelter that helps, right? A storm cellar, a bunker, a cave filled with bats. Something. Anything." Jason surveys the room, his intense navy blue eyes sweeping over everything. The place they're in, the room leads off through a view different ways. He looks at the central of the three options and nods. "Maybe that way."

He still noticeably holds on to the hammer he's been holding, though, as they make their way to the doorway. They're in a new place, and he's weaponless. While he's more than capable of handling himself in a fight, he likes having a little back-up. Besides, in his experience, storms sometimes tend to bring out the crazies. It's better to be prepared, just in case.

As they had that way, he swoops down and grabs a couple of flashlights just sitting around, tossing Caitlin one. "Sadly, we're both lacking for night vision goggles," he says.