Red Hood and Red Robin (II)

"Don't you need a mask or something?" Nightwing asked as he followed Jason.

"Uh, I'm not in the habit." Jason shook his head. "I designed a few for myself before, but I never used them—they looked too ridiculous."

"Won't that expose your identity?"

"So what? Who'd dare come to the church looking for me?" Jason shook his head. "The last guy with that much nerve was Floyd, and now he's one of our teachers."

"Your church really does attract all sorts of talent," Nightwing marveled. "I have a Domino Mask here. Want to wear it?"

"It looks weird—" Something suddenly occurred to Jason, and his expression grew grave. "I was Robin in this world too, right?"

"Yeah." Nightwing nodded.

"Then did I wear that Robin costume?"

"Of course."

"Even those Green Scaled Shorts..."

"Wouldn't be complete without them," Nightwing said with a wicked grin. As long as everyone had done it, it didn't count as a shameful past. Things like that were only safe when everyone did them together.

"Oh, crap. Now that's genuinely dangerous—"

Jason went a little pale. If word of that got out, those bastards at the church would probably mock him for a whole year.

"Killer Croc is in the sewers up ahead. Shouldn't we be a little careful?" Nightwing asked.

"I don't think there's any need. Uncle Waylon only has so many tricks—he might not even beat Bane." Jason shrugged. "Diana, go rope him out."

"Yes, master." The rope at Jason's waist flew into the sewers.

"Who did you just say?" Nightwing looked a little stunned.

"Roland's suggestion. I named all these after Greek Gods." Jason introduced his equipment to Nightwing. "The lightning of Zeus, King of the Gods; the flames of Apollo, the Sun God; the weapons of Ares, the former God of War;