"Roger," he agreed. "He's still got a chip on his shoulder the size of his head." Aggravating Jason would do no good. He didn't mention it, but maybe it was a good thing Jason was still sniffing after the Soldier. He frowned while listening, even as he was busy looking through the cargo in one of the black SUV's. He couldn't help the low whistle at what one of the box's contents. "Holy freaking grenades." Those weren't going out on his streets.
Unfortunately, he couldn't rely on the police force down here to dispose of them properly. Too many dirty badges in Bludhaven, and he couldn't always rely on the too few good ones. He did a quick estimation of how much cargo there was and how much time he had, then sighed. So much for the idea of turning in early to get sleep. Besides, he might have to be in Gotham soon. He had to be thankful some his shifts toggled between mornings and evenings. Tomorrow was, thankfully, an evening shift.
"I'm tied down here for some time yet, Oracle. Batman." He faltered, trying to think how to word what he was meaning, but then finally just let it go. He wasn't Robin anymore. There was no telling Gotham's knight he'd be catching up to him. Frankly, he couldn't, not from where he was standing now. Besides, this was Joker. "Keep me posted. Tell me if either of you hears from twerp." Hey, he could still call Jason that. Jason just might try to break his finger for it now.