Dead Robins Society - Runaway Part II
Summary: Finding Jason is harder than expected, but there is one person that should know where he is…
Jason was hard to find if he did not want to be found. He had been trained by the best as well as the worst and Damian was still only twelve. It was an excuse, sure, but right now, he was okay with that. Jason would have been proud.
Damian curled himself up on the backseat of Steph’s car. It was a hunch
they were following. Nothing more than a hunch, but at least they were
moving. If Jason had been with them, he would have fiddled with the
radio, singing along whenever he knew the lyrics, but he wasn’t here.
For some kind of idiotic reason, the dummy had decided he wasn’t worth Damian’s time. Wasn’t worth being around him and being a bad influence on him. Which was the most moronic conclusion Damian had ever heard and he hated even thinking about it.
He didn’t understand it, either. Didn’t understand what he was doing here in the car with Steph either. In what little time Jason and he had spent together, Damian had been given so much… he was in no place to ask Jason to give him even more, no matter how much Damian wanted his brother to come back.
Just before he could fall asleep, Steph put a cassette in the old radio, filling the car with what she called ‘music’. Damian called it ‘crap’ and shot up in his seat. “Will you turn that down!”
“Just put your earphones in.” Looking at him through the mirror, Steph grinned and turned the music louder. It was a punk band with a female lead that had no idea what it meant to hit a single note.
“I’d still hear it,” he complained.
“Yeah, well, sucks to be you. I’m driving and I need to stay awake.”
“Oh for– just let me drive.”
Steph considered it. He knew she considered it by the glance she gave him. Her reply still came out dry and negative.
“Let’s talk again once there’s hair growing on your face.”
“If facial hair were a prerogative to drive,” Damian started, pulling out his iPod. “Neither you nor Drake would ever be allowed. Just pull over next time you get the chance. I need to pee.”
“Again?” Steph whirled around.
“Keep your eyes on the road!”
“Shit!” Cursing, she brought the car under her control again, flipping the honking man behind them the bird. “Still need to pee?”
anymore,” Damian grumbled.