From Gotham to Las Vegas

OH GOD! WHAT THE HELL!

"Are you sure this is where the deal goes down, Todd?"

"If you're doing a drug deal, this spot here has the most perks," Jason replied.

"Okay, everyone get some rest," Dick said, putting the map of thirteenth street inside a shelf.

"Grayson, it's a quarter past seven," Damian complained.

"Littlewing, you're going to stop a drug deal tomorrow, so I suggest you get as much rest as possible," Dick replied.

Damian huffed before walking to his bedroom.

"Dick, what was the real reason why you sent Damian to bed early?" Jason asked, as soon as he knew Damian was out of earshot.

"Okay, but you can't tell Damian, okay?" Dick asked.

"What is it?" Jason asked suspiciously.

"It's a short drive," Dick said, taking out the keys to the Impala.

"No," Jason stated immediately.

"What?"

"I'm the only person who's going to be behind the wheel of that car," Jason replied.

"Fine," Dick said, throwing the keys to Jason.

"Where to?"

"Wayne Enterprises, storage facility," Dick responded.

"What's there?" Jason asked.

"You'll see," Dick grinned.

Twenty minutes later...

The Impala pulled up to the storage facility.  Dick led Jason to storage unit 5C.

"Dick, what's in here?" Jason asked warily.

"Lucius Fox called when you were out.  He reminded me that Bruce had some armor for us."

"Then why can't Damian come?"

"This storage facility was a contingency a few years ago.  You see, Batman and the Justice League had a fight with AMAZO and AMAZO took away their powers.  Well, he absorbed their powers so Batman made some armor for the League.  Actually, Lucius did, but that's not the point," Dick explained.

"That still doesn't explain why Damian can't come."

"I couldn't have brought Damian because, well, there isn't anything in his size."

"Why?"

"You know how Talia al Ghul introduced Damian to Bruce as his son the year after AMAZO fought the Justice League?"

"Yeah."

"Since Lucius didn't know he existed then how could he have made armor for him?" Dick asked reasonably.

"I get your point."

"Plus, Damian would be super pissed if he knew we had new armor and he didn't," Dick said, taking out keys to open the storage unit.

"Bruce allowed Lucius to make these kinds of weapons?" Jason asked, amazed, looking at the weapons Lucius had created.  "I mean to say, this looks...lethal."  Jason brushed his finger along a Japanese shuriken as he spoke.

"Wayne Enterprises, Override Code: Charlie-Alpha-9AE57, unlock," Dick said loudly.

"Dick, what the hell are you doing?"

Override code accepted.  A door opened after the mechanical voice faded.

"Lucius told me the override code," Dick explained to Jason.

Dick and Jason entered the door and took a second to take in the full beauty of the room.

"I totally call dibs on that," Jason said, pointing to a Kevlar-lined helmet.  "With a little red paint job, I can make this be the new face that strikes fear into the hearts of criminals."

"Jason, look at this," Dick said, facing the top part of the Batsuit.

"Let me see that," Jason said, attempting to put on the cowl.

"Uh, Jason, don't do th-"

"OH GOD!  WHAT THE HELL!" Jason cried after the 100,000 volt shock.  "I thought Bruce got rid of this damned feature!"

Jason turned away from the cowl and put on the Kevlar-lined helmet.

"Dick, turn off the lights," commanded Jason.

"Why?" asked Dick, turning off the lights.

"Whoa.  This is the coolest thing ever," Jason said, walking around.

"What does it do?" Dick asked.

"The helmet not only has night vision, but can pick up on sounds that are fifty meters away.  I can hear the traffic from outside."

Risin' up, back on the street...

"Hello?"

"Todd, what are you and Grayson doing in...a Wayne Enterprises storage unit?"

"Damian, how do you know where we are?"

"GPS on your cell phone, Todd," Damian answered.

Jason opened the back of his cell phone and saw a microchip flashing red.  "Son of a bitch."

"He tracked us, didn't he," Dick sighed, walking closer.

"Damn straight," Jason growled.  He took out the microchip and dropped it onto the ground, crushing it under his booted heel.  "Here that, Damian?  That's me destroying your GPS."

"Father will be pleased," Damian replied crisply.  "After all, there's nothing he enjoys better than wasting resources."

"Oh, quit being Draco Malfoy and running to daddy," Jason snapped.

"How do you know about Draco Malfoy," Dick asked him, momentarily distracted.

"I had a childhood, too," Jason defended awkwardly.

"The point is, Damian, that it is unacceptable for you to track us places," Dick argued into Jason's phone.  "We sent you to bed for a reason."

"Said reason would be...what exactly?"

"Go to bed," Dick and Jason commanded together before Jason disconnected the call.

"Damn kids," Dick groaned.

"I'm never having children," Jason declared into the spacious room.

"Well, in any case, we need to pick up some equipment," Dick told him, snapping out of exhausted daddy mode.

"I'll cover the left half and you can take the right," Jason suggested.

"Jason, the left half is completely made up of weapons and the right is made up of shields and helmets."

"I know.  Get to work, Dick."

They split up, collecting whatever they needed, or claimed to need, from the shelves.