"Jesus fucking Christ..." he reached up rubbing at his temples like he felt a stress headache. "What was happening...there's four people that could be." He had a good idea who it was because his Robin days he had been the smallest, even compared to Damian, and Lola was about that size. He was thankful he had been a late bloomer and not just stuck small forever like Tim was.

Jason cracked his eyes open looking at the bike. "You'll need a helmet if you want to do this. While I am fine endangering my own life, Im not okay with endangering you much..." He has to say much since he had already driven her home once on it. "Otherwise, sure, I'll teach you how to ride." Realizing how that sounded as soon as it left his mouth he headded. "Motorcycles, how to ride motorcyles."