“Here, take my seat. You look tired.” || DICK GRAYSON
Jason was not expecting to run into anyone familiar while taking the goddamn bus. Seriously. What was the golden boy doing taking public transportation? He had an excuse. Tons of them.
It's a good thing he's made it a habit to wear his motorcycle mask when out and about during the day. Received less stares for the scars and vaguely familiar face whenever he needed to step out of his usual territory.
This was just swell.
He's been staring at Dick with an impressive blank look for too long, probably. Fuck. "I'm not dead on my feet. I'm good to stand till my stop. Keep your seat." Said stop is going to have to be the next one. Which sucked, because he did not want to walk clear across the city, but whatever.
