A Million Reasons | K. Danvers ✔

[20] Jason Untold

• February 09, 2017 (A Deal At The Devil's Hour) •

Tim was nervous about the entire ordeal even though he was trying his best not to let it show. The location Jason had sent him was an underworld boxing ring and to be honest, Tim didn't want to be there for even a second.

He was at a clear disadvantage on many levels. Firstly, he was alone. Secondly, he was a minor with the sort of physique that screamed that he would be very easy to take down in a fight. And thirdly that he knew the fake ID he had procured at the very last moment would most definitely rat him out.

Still, he was there at the given location, five minutes prior to the deadline Jason had set.

The only reason he was enduring it was the deal he had struck up with the elder, the outcome of which was Jay returning to the family and Tim being able to go back to Gotham. The main incentive was that if Bruce and Richard couldn't persuade him through their ways, Tim would do so using other means.

So far, he had managed to contact Jason and convinced him to hear him out for one last time after which he would leave the decision in his hands. But Jason was a tricky person and as he didn't trust Tim, he was making him work hard to prove himself worthy and get his way.

Calling him to such a dangerous location was part of Jay's plan to scare him off but little did he know that Tim was neither Bruce nor Richard. His determination was on a level Alfred but his recklessness soared to a much higher category that was reserved only for him.

He decided to take the risk up a notch and sneak in rather than get himself caught by showing the fake ID at the entrance. Initially, his plan worked as he was quite flexible and discreet, hiding away in a trolley that was pushed in. He rolled out once he was inside and away from the entrance but took the caution of staying in the shadows so that he wouldn't get found out.

Unfortunately for him, in a place full of the underworld thugs, he stood out strikingly like a white feather over a dark background.

His only chance was to find Jason as quickly as possible and stick near him to avoid any mishap.

But he didn't have to look further as a callous hand landed heavily on his shoulder, making him turn to his right in alarm. He caught sight of a tall muscular man in a khakhi jacket and grey pants, his hand still gripping Tim's shoulder in a somewhat threatening stance. The most striking aspect of him was the white streak upfront in his dark hair and the piercing bluish-green eyes that looked down at him in a chilling stare.

Tim forgot to speak and nervousness hit him hard. There was no mistaking that man was Jason and Tim's brain had pulled off the emergency breaks making him go into a state of frozen admiration.

And fear.

There was something about Jason that radiated anger and an instinctive warning for everyone else to stay out of his way or suffer consequences otherwise.

"You're on time," Jason spoke up, steering him off to a table in the corner.

Tim knew the boxing ring was connected to a club and Jay had intentionally told him to get in through the ring's section in order to make him anxious. Right then, he had steered him away from the madness of the thugs cheering for the fight to go on.

The table he had taken him to was secluded and people stayed away from them probably due to the same vibes that Tim had gotten from Jay not long ago.

He retrieved his hand from his shoulder at last after pushing him towards the chair in front of him, "sit."

Tim gulped as he sat down, eyes cautiously observing his unpredictable companion.

Jason looked very roughed up as if he had stepped out of an explosion not long ago. Burn marks, cuts and scratches littered his skin yet he wore them with the pride of a warrior.