Just in time. [ The Batwing is an inky black mass, hovering close, but they'll have to cross open air first to get into it when they jump out the windows. That's the riskiest part. Damian slams the door closed behind them, drags one of the chairs in the room and hooks it beneath the doorknob. It'll buy them a few moments, at least. He slides past Jason to the window, checking for a potential ambush outside before he throws it open. It's just big enough for them to squeak through. Although Damian will have to do a little more wriggling than Jason will; he'll always have a lean figure, always be lithe and smaller compared to his father's barrel-chested physique, but he's put on much more bulk in his shoulders and chest in the past few years. ]

Keep the cape wrapped close. We get hit with arrows, it'll be decent armor.

[ Time for the jump, run, jump. The roof is right below them; tiled, slippery, but it's what they have to work with. The Batwing's as close as it's going to be able to get. Turning back to Jason, he reaches out to roughly muss his hair with one gloved hand, tipping his chin toward the window. Going, now. ]

You first. Careful on the tiles, and don't stop running - I'll be right behind you.