The meta hadn't attacked him. That was taking a bit more time to process than he liked and he barely even noticed them coming up to the bathroom. Either Starscream here didn't plan on hurting him - maybe he was just as confused about going on here as Jason was - or he was one of those idiots who valued a 'fair fight'. No matter what the reasoning, he wasn't going to ask too many questions yet.

And now the idiot was hurrying him along? Jason was definitely going to enjoy interrogating him once he felt better. Following Starscream into the bathroom he stared about at the slime coated walls, the broken, exposed pipes and the disgusting sludge oozing from them.

This wasn't looking like a good place to get warmed up. Hell, it made Arkham look cosy and that was saying something. Shit, he wasn't in Arkham, was he? But the whole wandering around loose thing could almost fit with how often there were break outs there. Snorting in amusement at that wonderful little picture, Jason walked over to the showers, still cradling his immobile left arm protectively.

Eyeing them suspiciously he said, "Yeah, we can try. But not when I'm standing under them." Moving to the side so the spray wouldn't hit him, Jason reached for the taps and twisted the hot tap on. A stream of disgusting, black, foul smelling water spat out the shower head. Jason wasn't sure he wanted to test the temperature if it meant sticking his arm in there.