The Watchers

Gotham Watch

     Tim settled in and unpacked his belongings while Jason finished up dinner. The sweet aroma of onions and chicken filled the small apartment. Tim hadn't realized just how hungry he was until the smell hit his nose.

     When was the last time he had eaten? It had to be at least two days ago. Tim had been so busy gathering data and setting up his program, he hadn't had time for anything else.

     "Here," Jason said dropping the plate of food on Tim's desk. The ex-CEO wanted to fuss but his stomach was empty and the burrito smelled so good. He snatched it up and took as big a bite as he could without choking. To his surprise, it somehow tasted even better than it looked.

    "Where did you learn to cook like this?" Tim marveled with a mouth full of beans and chicken.

     "Books, now don't talk with your mouth open" Jason scolded before going back to the "Kitchen".

     "Yes, Mom!" Tim called back mockingly before scarfing down the rest of the burrito before returning to work. 

     After another burrito and a lecture on why you're supposed to chew your food, Tim pulled up the programs he had been working on. It took a few seconds to load up before the blue silhouette of a bird appeared on the monitors.

     "Gotham Watch is online" Tim announced as images of Gotham flashed across the many computer screens that he 'borrowed' from work. He had set up a live camera feed that pulled from surveillance cameras around Gotham. 

     "Cool, so how does it work?" Jason leaned off his shoulder carefully studying each screen.

     "By using a 'disconnected' Wayen tech satellite we can tap into police scanners, severance cameras even the bat's communication signals, I also have a program running over it to pinpoint crimes and suspects" the tiny menace to society grinned.

     "Wow" Jason huffed in amusement "You really are a little nerd aren't you"

    "Don't think I didn't notice your collection of classic literature tucked away in the corner" Tim retorted loading up another file. It was a model of a heavily armored suit with a blackish-blue helmet.

     "Nice, blues not really my color though" Jason muttered, studying the design.

     "Yeah, red is way too flashy" Tim rolled his eyes ignoring the fact that his old suit was sixty percent red. Yes he was in fact a hypocrite "Besides it is part of the brand"

     "The brand?" Jason turned back to Tim raising an eyebrow.

     "The Watchers" his eyes gleamed with pride at the name, not realizing how corny he sounded.

     "Wow do we get business cards" Jason huffed in amusement.

     "Of course," the other said pulling a box of business cards out of thin air. Jason just stood there speechless.

Meanwhile

     On the top of Wayne enterprise perch A little bird all by herself perched quietly waiting for her mentor. She stood there unfazed by the coldness of the Gotham night air. A few moments later she heard a rather loud thud behind her.

     "You're late" She chirped spinning around to face the Dark Knight himself.

      "And you're annoying" He retorted.

     "Don't get sassy with me" she responded walking over to him.

      "Robin I need you to check out some shady business at a you story on the south end," He told her handing a file.

     "Yes lord Damian" she replied mockingly.

     "What have I told you about names on the field?" He huffed.

     "And what have I told you about giving me these baby cases" she bit back.

     "You're not ready-"

     "Oh please my life was a lot more dangerous before I was Robin" she reminded him.

     "When you're in that suit you're my responsibility" he stated "Get this done and I'll let you help me on this next case"

     "Fine" she grumbled before running off. Damian sighed, Stephine was both a great detective and a fighter. Even still this did little to ease him.