Jason Todd · Y/n story by @sagiepookie

Tim Drake

I've been tracking her signal for hours, Jay. She's good—really good. Keeps hopping dead zones.

Jason Todd

leans over Tim's shoulder, scanning the batcomputer screen Show me.

The cave was dim, lit only by the glow of monitors. Dick stood apart, arms crossed, watching Jason with a careful, unreadable expression.

Jason Todd

taps the screen There. That's her. That's where she'll be.

Dick Grayson

steps forward And where's that, exactly? Because we've been chasing ghosts all night.

Jason Todd

turns, a sharp grin on his face She's not a ghost, Dickie. She's just careful.

Tim Drake

typing rapidly I can pull up recent activity logs—

Jason Todd

Don't bother. I know where she'll be.