Jason also thinks that leaving something open for THAT REASON might just mean that they’re not creative enough to figure out where the plot should go on their own. He has never written a piece of work, but that doesn’t mean anything since he would continue to hold onto these opinions regardless. “VERY SNEAKY.” He agrees with a smile, filling over to the next part of the story.
“I TRUST THAT YOUR JOURNEY FROM LONDON HAS BEEN A HAPPY ONE, AND THAT YOU WILL ENJOY YOUR STAY IN MY BEAUTIFUL LAND.
4 MAY. — I FOUND THAT MY LANDLORD HAD GOT A LETTER FROM THE COUNT, DIRECTING HIM TO SECURE THE BEST PLACE ON THE COACH FOR ME; BUT ON MAKING INQUIRIES AS TO DETAILS HE SEEMED SOMEWHAT RETICENT, AND PRETENDED THAT HE COULD NOT UNDERSTAND MY GERMAN. THIS COULD NOT BE TRUE, BECAUSE UP TO THEN HE HAD UNDERSTOOD IT PERFECTLY; AT LEAST, HE ANSWERED MY QUESTIONS EXACTLY AS IF HE DID.”
After finishing those last few sentences Jason places a bookmark into the book so he could close it — focusing on the subject of investigating the gangs. They’ve gotten a good amount of reading done tonight so maybe a break to go on patrol wouldn’t be a bad thing. “They have been selling in CRIME ALLEY. I don’t usually care what those scumbags do, but after finding out their product got into the hands of CHILDREN that’s when I decided it’s time to put an end to their business.” He knows getting his little sister involved means that killing will be off the table, but that’s okay. Long as they’re off of the streets that makes him a happy man.
He leans back in his seat, liking this challenge of trying to prank multiple people in the family. It could be like their little tradition — a way for them to bond together by forming the little jokes on their loves ones. “Tim would be an excellent next target. What should we do with him — continue with the sticky notes or do something else? We could fill the entire room he’s asleep in with plastic cups. I think that would be genius actually.” It makes him laugh just thinking about it. “It’s all practice to successfully prank DAD.”
Despite all her progress, reading was difficult. For the first decade of her life, for a few years longer than that, even, Cassandra simply hadn’t been able to process language, any of them, written or spoken. And she was quick, and dedicated, but that still left her scrambling years behind her peers that hadn’t been confined and trained the way she was. She often had to stop to ask for clarification- inquiries and reticent were unfamiliar, and she didn’t know the new meaning of count- but where her lack of knowledge often made her flustered around others, she knew Jason wouldn’t judge her.
Blinking as she withdrew from her focused stare at the words. Cass focused on her brother again, nodded, a furrow forming between her eyebrows. Drug rings were a normal and ever-rotating problem in Gotham, especially in the seedier parts of town, so Jason mentioning they were hurting kids cleared up why they were targeting this one specifically, now. When she’d lived on the streets, no one had dared approach her after witnessing her potentially deadly fighting skill, but Cass had witnessed enough to know children were often far more vulnerable. She found herself antsy to get started. “Can we help the kids too? Find them... shelter, safety. Way off drugs, and streets.”
Cass leaned forward on both her hands, her eyes alight with a mischievous spark. “We should get him after he spends all night on a project. Easier to sneak up on. The cups should have water!” A look of consideration flashed across her face. “We’d help clean after.” The point wasn’t to make trouble for Alfred, but to catch their brother off guard in a funny way. Cass nodded emphatically, a bright grin overtaking her features. “It must be the best prank ever for dad. We need practice first. Lots.”