It’s rare for Jason to look like a deer in the headlights, yet here he is. “Today’s your birthday? Um, y-yeah, I knew that,” he says, sweating.

“Uh, here’s your gift.” He hands you a bag of chips. “I was busy and didn’t have much time to get you something, so…” he shrugs.

“Why are you staring at me? Ugh, fine, I’ll get you something better later, I promise,” the Red Hood says, rolling his eyes.