Revenge (Batfamily) - Sequel to Brother In Arms

Chapter 3 ~ Dinner

This chapter is dedicated to villainousharley :)

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"You never told her?"

"No! Why would I brag about being a former member of one of the most dangerous gangs in the world?"

Jason snapped his fingers in front of Kyle's face. "Well, first of all, it's not one of the most dangerous gangs in the world, it's the most dangerous gang in the world." Kyle sighed and shook his head as he took a bite of his bacon burger. "Then, you could have confessed her your sins."

"My sins? Dude, what the hell happened to you? You converted into a priest? Should I call you Father Todd?"

"Psht, shut up."

"I can already see the headlines: 'Local Father is actually the leader of Gotham's most feared gang.' That's pretty catchy."

"Don't you ever shut up?"

"No," Kyle laughed while he arrogantly raised his eyebrows. Jason threw one of his fries right into the young man's face and shook his head.

Both men had stopped in a resting area after they had ordered some take-out food from a close-by fast food. It had already been two hours since they had started to drive away from New York and they still had two hours left before they'd reach Gotham so they decided to take a break to eat something (actually, Jason had decided to stop and eat).

Jason was leaning against his red Ducati Panigale, eating the last of his fries whereas Kyle was sitting on a picnic table, his legs hanging, still munching on his burger and occasionally giving Nala some fries. He had parked the grey Mustang just behind him and he could still hear the slight ticking sound the powerful engine was producing after their drive at nearly full speed. The roads were almost empty that night so Jason had decided to drive faster than authorized (and also because it was much more amusing) so Kyle had followed his friend's speed. The both of them loved driving, but what they loved more than everything else was the thunderous sound of their engines.

"It looks pretty great with the black stripes," Jason declared as he sipped on his soda and pointed at the muscle car.

"Thanks. I modified it a lot."

"You did it yourself?"

"Yeah, I learned a bit."

Jason nodded, impressed. He then jammed his hands through his leather jacket, looking for his pack of cigarettes. When he finally found his precious white packet, he opened it and brought one of the cigarette to his lips before he lit it up and took a long drag of it. "Do you want one?" he asked Kyle as he hold it out for him.

"No thanks, I stopped smoking."

"You did?" Jason's eyebrow rose suspiciously.

"Yep."

Jason nodded and took another drag out of the cigarette. "I have to warn you about some things before we arrive in Gotham. Some things changed while you were gone."

"What do you mean?"

"With the gang."

Kyle's blue eyes narrowed slightly and his head tilted while he straightened up.

"Among most things, I'm making sure they have a regular hand-to-hand combat training. I noticed during the war that most of their gestures weren't precise and it was a real problem once on the field."

"So, all of them are learning martial arts?"

"Yes, exactly like I did with you."

"So... that makes them an army?"