Jaytim Behind the Helm (Continuation)

Chapter One: Hot Mess

"You're all dismissed for the time being," Jason carelessly orders, earning him glares. Mostly ones that were just concerned and confused.

"Sir, are you sure?"

"Dismissed," Jason repeats again, annoyance obvious in his tone of voice. The lackeys quickly run off, eager to not upset him. Tim chuckles, pressing his goggles to his forehead. Jason stays seated but does the same, only leaving his domino mask to his face.

"How's your hand?" Jason asks, brow furrowing. Tim shrugs and sits on the side of Jason's desk, removing his glove. The whole "Arkham Knight being nice to him" thing was something he'd have to get used to. His hand didn't hurt as much anymore, but he'd kept on the bandages wrapped around from yesterday. He watches Jason grow immediately worried, almost protective, as his eyes flared and took his hand in his. "That's a lot of blood."

"I haven't changed my bandages this morning. It's.. uh.. really no big deal," Tim dismisses, a blush creeping up his neck. "You should be more worried about your leg," Tim says, putting his other hand over Jason's.

Jason grunts and rolls his eyes, "I still can't put weight on it comfortably. I was walking on it yesterday and I can walk on it now, but it still stings. Whatever the hell was in that thing, we need out. There's a difference between painkillers and lethality." Jason says, taking his hand away and crossing his arms.

Tim swings his legs over the side of Jason's desk, deep in thought. "Does the guy you're talking to today have anything to do with it?"

"I'm 99% certain," Jason admits in a shrug. "You're not to intimidate him. That's my job. You're going to pick up on things I miss, and if you can get stuff out of him I can't."

"Okay, boss," Tim teases. Jason laughs at that, but his face drops into a facade immediately as one of his henchmen gingerly opens the door.

"Sir, Mr. Yusuro has arrived."

"Perfect, thank you. Bring in a bottle of wine and glasses."

"Can do, sir," he replies, before holding the door open and letting a large Asian man and his female assistant through. Jason rises from his desk, and shakes the man's hand. The assistance is staid; unmoving from his side and standing as if in worry of her profile.

"And this is Stray, I assume you've heard of him?" Jason asks, gesturing to Tim. Tim bows from his waist as respectfully as he can, discreetly putting his glove back on his hand from earlier. The man nods both to Jason and to Tim in acknowledgment. "He will be accompanying me for the rest of our meetings."

Tim sits back down on the side of Jason's desk, locking his ankles together, attention fully pointed toward this supposed drug-ring leader. Jason and the man sit too, and the assistant is still standing as still as possible beside the man's chair in front of the desk.

"So, Yusuro, I've noticed you've branched out. You're no longer selling through self run markets? You're now being distributed all throughout Gotham, not necessarily one section."

"This is true, Knight," He assures. Tim notes his thick accent. Truth be told, he couldn't care less for these people. He worried more about the bigger cash grabs. Cash grabs like the Knight. "Business is growing. Profit is up by 18%." He says. Tim could yawn.

"Explain to me why your distributors are getting larger cuts than I am? I'm the one who furnished you am I not? If the profit is up, that doesn't make much sense as my equity remained the same and my income remained the same."

"Sir, uh.. that's just a flat fee. It's not as if they're going to keep being paid such a high price." Yusuro explains himself, unsure how the Knight could've ever figured that out.