"Knowledge is power," Jason smiles. It's the one thing that's been hammered into him by everyone. Bruce, Alfred, Talia, Ducra - everyone who has ever trained him or done anything. Scout your location, know your exits, know your hidden places, know as much as you can. Granted, more often than not, Jason is liable to fly by the seat of his pants, but this time, there's a storm, and there are way more lives at stake than just Jason's.

Besides, he's already died once.

"Yeah, the goggles would...definitely help." A lot of things would definitely help. Back home, he has safe houses, access to unlimited resources. Here he's a little more adrift. Considering his roots - his parents' lives, having been on the streets fending for himself - you'd think he would be more comfortable with roughing it but - Damn. At some point, I became way too comfortable.

"I mean, on the bright side, we're not...exactly in a horror movie." That wasn't what this was, right? A horror movie? Jason doesn't think so. Granted, if it is, he's fairly certain that he can handle it. He walks through the doorway, flicking his own flashlight on. The twin pools of light illuminate the stark room ahead of them, barely furnished. Light sweeps over the walls, and the ground. "I'm crazy for assuming there might be a hidden passage here or something that leads to a storm cellar, right?"