( hopeless, he's endeared immediately. if he wasn't so attuned to jason's firebending when bruce has his back turned, he might see the sparks of fire as more of a threat than he already does, given that his own ... talents, just give fire life. air's a natural source of sustenance for the flame. jason's helped him learn how to use it to his benefit, not on purpose because he's never been interested in helping, but as a resistance to pain. you beat a dog enough and it either dies or bites back. that's their relationship.

yes, he's micro thinking even that much, even for as short of a moment it is when he's got his fire going on. that's how to beat out a bender at their own game - think, where they act.

he's happy when it goes away, though. his poise is catlike, or like a gargoyle framing the crests of a building - crouched in a predatory stance, ready to leap. he doesn't, though. he settles, one leg dropping below the electrical bar, the other staying propped up so dick can rest his cheek on his knee. he's hoping the translation here is, altogether, nonthreatening. )

Something, something, it's important not to skip foreplay, something. ( he waves his hand. ) Why don't you let me join you on your patrol? Keeping in mind that if you say no, I'll probably still tail you.

( his smile catches in the light, playful. )

I can't let anything happen to my favorite cop. This is a dangerous city!