"Shoo, shoo. Whatever the prize is, it has nothing to do with you. It'll be mine anyway," Jason said darkly.
"Don't be so sure," Cassandra said. "I used to go to school in Hong Kong."
"We'll see when the time comes." Jason wiped his hands. "First place is mine."
"Are you all really this enthusiastic about studying?" Roy asked.
"Hmm—pretty much." Jason didn't explain the details. "If you need tutoring, come find me."
"No need." Roy shook his head. "Aside from that, do you have any training activities? Something that makes you stronger—"
"Sure. Come take a walk with us tonight."
"That's not what I meant, is it?" Roy blinked. What kind of activity was taking a walk?
"Correction: a walk in Gotham City," Jason said. He sat down and read for a while, then headed out with a dozen or so people from Roland Cathedral ten-odd minutes later.
"What weapon are you used to?" Jason asked Roy. "A bow?"
"Yeah, but I prefer modern bows over traditional ones." Roy blinked. "Why do you ask?"
"Anyone have a spare?"
"I do." A girl handed Roy a small bow.
"...Aren't we going for a walk?"
"Sure. You bring weapons on a walk. That's common sense," Jason said. "Guys, let's take another stroll through Black Mask's turf tonight."
"Okay," everyone agreed. Two children left the group, opened a manhole cover by the roadside, and climbed inside.
"What are they doing?"
"Reconnaissance. Black Mask still has some heavy firepower, after all. We need to prepare to be safe," Jason explained.
"...You're really professional about this," Roy marveled. "You do vigilante work too?"
"Vigilantes? More or less." Jason paused. "The nature of the work is pretty similar—"
"Then isn't bringing such a little kid along a bit..." Roy glanced at Astra, trailing off.
"Don't