Bat Boys in Quarantine

Part 10 - Jason Is Secretly An Old Man Who Doesn't Understand Technology

                      I'm no stranger to technology. Hell, between Bruce trying to make me learn NASA level hacking skills and Roy trying to make everything into a high tech weapon, you'd think I'd be a next level genius. If you did think that I'm sorry to disappoint. It's not like I'm clueless, I know how to run a simple coding program and hack into the general security system, but programming next level weapons and shutting down government websites has never really been my thing. So when I see that the car Bruce sent to pick me up has no driver my first thought isn't 'Wow, a driverless car!' It's, 'Holy shit, someone shot the driver. Bruce is gonna be fucking pissed.' Standing out here in the very empty parking lot makes chills run down my arms, my hand slips in my jacket where I've hidden a-

"Please place your forehead in range so I can scan for your temperature." I jump back and put my fists up, glancing around for the source of the badly automated voice. The voice repeats it's statement and I realize it's coming from the black Bugatti Chiron in front of me. There's a small scanner device that sticks out from the passenger side door.

"The fuck do you need my temperature for, robo-car?"

"Please place your forehead in range so I can scan for your temperature." I groan at the car.

"Who sent you freak-car?"

"Please place your fff-" I give the tire a kick and grab the door handle.

"Hey dumb wheels, open the door."

"Please place your-" The tire gets another kick and I go to the other side of the car to try the drivers side door. Locked.

"What the fuck kind of trick is this?"

"Please pla-"

"Argh! Fine! Dumb fucking car. Okay fine take my stupid temperature why dontcha!" I go back to the passenger side door and lean down to the height of the scanner thingy that sticks out from the passenger side door. I hold there until the headlights flash twice and I hear the car door unlock.

"Fuckin' bullshit car." I mumble, putting one of my bags on the floor before I get in the passenger side, setting my other bag on my lap.

"So how am I supposed to start this...?" I glance around for a button or a key to start the car and realize that there's no.... there's no steering wheel? I grab the seatbelt, safety first kids, and look around the parking lot for a possible driver. As soon as the seatbelt clicks into place the car engine starts. I grip my bag tighter and start to feel my heart in my ears as the car pulls out of the parking lot and fucking blasts into the street.

"Ffffffuck yeah!" Did I mention I love this stupid ass car?

              The car ride is far from long, but it still gives me enough time to think about Kori and Roy. I wonder how the car ride with Dick went. I hope it wasn't awkward. Who am I kidding of course it wasn't awkward. I would've been awkward if I was in a car with an ex. Not them though, they probably talked the whole way, without even one long sullen silence to let them breathe. I know they're gonna be fine living together. Of course it'll be different for Kor' to live in BlüidHaven again but I mean hell, she's from fucking space, she can get used to living in that city again. It'll probably be a nice break from all of Gotham's shit. I doubt Roy's going to have such a breezy time living with Oliver. I wasn't a witness to the last time they saw each other but from what Roy said it wasn't pretty. I should talk to Bruce about letting Roy stay at the manor. Before I can map out my idea I'm interrupted by the car screeching to a stop. I tear my eyes away from the side window and look out at the dark ominous steel gates in front of me. They screech open, controlled by some mechanism from inside the manor. The car continues to drive up the path and stops in front of the house. Thunder crashes in the distance, or maybe that's just my heart slamming into my chest. This was a shit idea.