While Dick gathered up the supplies they couldn't live without, Jason let some of the residual anger be of use by taking a pipe to the computer set up. Everything was backed up to their servers, after all, so destroying the machine didn't destroy the data. It did make it impossible for Bruce to be able to hack his way into their systems, though.
And if he took an extra moment to be exceptionally thorough with his job so that Bruce would have to sort through pieces with a dust pan and superglue to even stand a chance...well, he was very good at his job and very, very aware of how infuriatingly good Bruce was at his. When the CPU looked like nothing more than a LEGO set, he poured the last half of the boba out over the remaining pile. Sugar, milk, and melting ice would gum up anything his beating had missed.
Afterwards, they'd lingered just long enough on a vaguely near-ish rooftop to be able to see Batman arrive in all his pissed off glory. To make sure someone didn't find the kid first, obviously. Leaving him trussed up like that in a dead suit would have been serving him up on a silver platter if someone else had stumbled in first and Jason didn't like the little punk ass newbie, but he didn't hate him enough to see him dead. But the Bat was hard to miss and Jason was still a little pissed, so they hadn't lingered long after that.
They kept to Bludhaven for a while after that, unwilling to cross paths with Bruce or his newest little project. Jason ran a little hot for the next few days, left a few more people in the hospital than he had been for the last couple years, but no bodies washed up with his lead in them and eventually Tim showed up in their apartment to drag him on a weekend trip. He came back lighter, like he always did, and he even murmured a quiet apology against Dick's lips.
The burner wasn't forgotten, but they hadn't survived as long as they had in their chosen life by being impatient. Life went on. They worked, they patrolled, they flirted and argued and bantered and lived...and when Jason's phone chimed a new message while he was in the middle of passing out a food drop, he let it sit while he touched base with his contacts in the area and made sure that everyone had something in their belly before he retreated back to a rooftop to pull it free from his belt.
"..hn. Hey pretty bird, looks like he didn't lose your burner after all."
Didn't break his golden rule on your sorry ass, I see.
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And if he took an extra moment to be exceptionally thorough with his job so that Bruce would have to sort through pieces with a dust pan and superglue to even stand a chance...well, he was very good at his job and very, very aware of how infuriatingly good Bruce was at his. When the CPU looked like nothing more than a LEGO set, he poured the last half of the boba out over the remaining pile. Sugar, milk, and melting ice would gum up anything his beating had missed.
Afterwards, they'd lingered just long enough on a vaguely near-ish rooftop to be able to see Batman arrive in all his pissed off glory. To make sure someone didn't find the kid first, obviously. Leaving him trussed up like that in a dead suit would have been serving him up on a silver platter if someone else had stumbled in first and Jason didn't like the little punk ass newbie, but he didn't hate him enough to see him dead. But the Bat was hard to miss and Jason was still a little pissed, so they hadn't lingered long after that.
They kept to Bludhaven for a while after that, unwilling to cross paths with Bruce or his newest little project. Jason ran a little hot for the next few days, left a few more people in the hospital than he had been for the last couple years, but no bodies washed up with his lead in them and eventually Tim showed up in their apartment to drag him on a weekend trip. He came back lighter, like he always did, and he even murmured a quiet apology against Dick's lips.
The burner wasn't forgotten, but they hadn't survived as long as they had in their chosen life by being impatient. Life went on. They worked, they patrolled, they flirted and argued and bantered and lived...and when Jason's phone chimed a new message while he was in the middle of passing out a food drop, he let it sit while he touched base with his contacts in the area and made sure that everyone had something in their belly before he retreated back to a rooftop to pull it free from his belt.
"..hn. Hey pretty bird, looks like he didn't lose your burner after all."
Didn't break his golden rule on your sorry ass, I see.