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Jason wonders if there's some God out there that's getting a good laugh out of this. After all, as some important douchebag said decades ago, once is an incident, twice is a coincidence, and three times makes a pattern.
The arrow in his face doesn't waver when all he does is raise an eyebrow.
"Howdy." Jason has never said howdy in his life, why the fuck did he say howdy? What is he, Kansan?
"How did you get in here?" NotRoy asks. Here being in space on what Jason assumes is the Watchtower.
He shrugs, "Your guess is as good as mine."
Other than Roy and himself, there are roughly a dozen heroes ranging from Titans to Justice League members plus a few that he doesn't recognize. Then again, that doesn't say much considering he spent a lot of the Cape community's formative years trying to take down some of their most prominent members. The ones he's really worried about are the Bats who are looking between each other in silent communication.
Batman approaches him, staring him down with his usual interrogatory glare, "Name."
Jason has about ten seconds to figure out whether or not this Jason is back. Tim is Robin, which doesn't bode well, but they have Cass and she didn't show up until after Jason made his debut. Fuck it, he's gonna go with the safe option.
"Red Hood."
The cowl lenses narrow and he raises the device in his hand, presumably scanning him. After a moment, he nods. The Bats visibly relax.
"You were with Nightwing when he was sent here."
The other heroes present lowered their weapons, Roy included.
Jason relaxes with a relieved sigh, "Thank god we can skip the shouting. Yes, I was."
"Are you related to Red Robin?"
Jason snorts, "Yeah, he told us about his visit. Ended up almost being late for Wing and FBs wedding."
"Wedding?" Nightwing speaks up. He's got a weird tick in his voice.
Jason nods, "Yep. The hero one anyway, the civilian one was about a month before that."
"Are you aware of how you got here?" Batman gets them back on track.
"We've got a few theories." He shifts his weight, trying to take some weight off his incurred ankle. "We haven't had the chance to check any of them out given the whole," he gestures vaguely, "Wedding thing. It's been a hectic month.
"The one that seems most likely is a magician we dealt with last month in Gotham. We gave Z the rundown of it over the phone and she says that if that is the problem, it'll be less of a hassle to just let it run its course." He rolls his shoulders trying to ease some of the tension from his muscles, "Not much of a burden considering the leaps we've made in multiverse tech recently."
As if on cue, there's a whir from behind him and just as he turns, Nightwing pops out followed by Tim in civies and a particularly perturbed Duke. Poor kid, only a year in with the vigilante shtick and he's already getting dragged into Dick’s business. Jason honestly expected it sooner.
Dick waves jauntily and skips–fucking skips , this guy Jason can't–over to rest his chin on Jason's shoulder.
"Hey."
"Hi," Jason raises an eyebrow, "Aren't you supposed to be on honeymoon?"
There was a huge shift in patrol rosters by multiple teams just to make the point that Wally and Dick were going on break whether they liked it or not.
Dick shrugs, "We ran into Shiva, Cass popped out of a wormhole, and then we all ended up transported back to Gotham. Duke and Tim were on their way out so…" He flops his hand in the air like that explains it all.
"So you left him?" Because Jason certainly doesn't see him.
"He got distracted first!" Dick defends, "B showed him the readings from my and Tim's jumps."
Jason sighs and mumbles, "Fucking Bruce of course it was Bruce." Then, louder, "About face soldiers, I'm gonna rip Dad a new one."
Duke throws him a thumbs up and scrambles back the bare two feet he'd gone from the portal. Tim gestures to a thumb drive he's holding and Jason turns his head slightly. He waves it around aggressively. Jason scrunches his eyebrows together. Tim huffs and pulls his suckered out of his mouth.
"Multi info, dumbass. The JL wants to do another allyship."
Jason scoffs, "Why didn't you say that dumbass."
Tim just rolls his eyes and chucks the thumb drive in Batman’s general direction. He assumes B catches it 'cuse Tim spins on his heel and heads back through the portal.
Jason shoves Dick forward, "Move it Dickwing."
Dick slaps his hand and Jason smacks his shoulder but before they can properly get into a slap fight, a black-gloved fist that's too slim to be Dads shoots through the portal and snaps at them to hurry up.
And, as all good people know, one does not say no to Cassandra Wayne.
He steps through with not a moment's hesitation.
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Dick turns back to look at his alternate to give a parting sentiment, "Don't let B keep all the info to himself, there's a way you can contact us on it." And just for good measure, he makes eye contact with his alternate, "Don't hesitate if you need anything."
He's gone before any of the heroes can so much as flinch.