[It really was just a half built parking garage. It looked like the project had been started a few years back, but had stalled in the middle as tended to happen in Jason's neck of the city. Gang activity, permit pulling, lack of funding. Anyone's guess was as good as anyone else's in the Bowery. Jason had parked next to what would have been the elevator shaft, but surely there was no elevator?

There was no roof.

And yet, Jason still hauled the doors open and inside was a car waiting. It even had power, as proven once Jay had keyed in his security codes and the whole thing lit up before the door slid shut and they were lowered down into what had probably been designed as a break room for security. It wasn't a big space, but Jason had a cot shoved into one corner and a makeshift kitchenette in another. Lockers and gear lined the walls and a large table had been set up in the middle.

It was on the table that Jason helped Dick stretch out.]

Hey, you said it. Disarm your suit. I don't want to electrocute myself cutting you out of it if you can't peel it off. When was the last time you ate something? Do I need to worry about you puking on me while I stitch you up?

[He pulled off his helmet mid-question, setting it aside before he shrugged out of his jacket.]