[As luck would have it, Jason is technically one of those kooky Batpeople skulking around the compound's hallways. He's in the middle of trying to open one of the locked doors, when he hears... whatever that was. Kind of sounded more like a faint rustle than anything, really, and he probably would dismiss it if he were anyone else.
But he isn't. Someone taught him to be paranoid about these things. Someone.]
Are you going to come out, or are we gonna play tag? Because I've gotta say, being "it" makes me all kinds of antsy.
[If it turns out to be nothing, then that's fine, even if he doesn't think that will be the case. Either way, he doesn't move away from the door, but he's ready to spring into action should it be necessary.]
a!
But he isn't. Someone taught him to be paranoid about these things. Someone.]
Are you going to come out, or are we gonna play tag? Because I've gotta say, being "it" makes me all kinds of antsy.
[If it turns out to be nothing, then that's fine, even if he doesn't think that will be the case. Either way, he doesn't move away from the door, but he's ready to spring into action should it be necessary.]