"What part of 'go the hell away' didn't get through that insanely thick skull of yours, huh?" He shot you a glare over his shoulder and began internally cursing himself out for not locking the door. He'd gone back to Wayne Manor for the holidays, doing his regular greetings and things of the such only to be met with you. You were the only one he didn't know and he didn't care to. You were one of the new Robins, he couldn't keep them straight on who was who and honestly he didn't care to. You looked scrawny and skittish and he'd made up his mind immediately about not liking you, you took this almost as a challenge to try and at least be on good terms with him and as such you'd been following him throughout the manor. He'd managed to lose you for a while while he flipped through a magazine in the library, only to see you poke your head around the corner of the large double doors.

"If you're so desperate for some damn company then go bother Dick." He stated as he stood up and pushed past you to go into the hallways again. He cast you the occasional glare, he'd already told you to pound sand and hit the road around six times each and yet you still insisted on trying to get on good terms with him. Which was seeming far harder than you'd ever initially thought it would be.

Maybe he just hated you because you were a Robin. Some part of his mind still loathing the fact that any Robin after him was seen by Bruce as his successor. Someone Bruce had deemed as just as good as if not better than Jason. He gritted his teeth as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket. That was probably it. In Bruce's eyes, you, a fairly nondescript and mousey kind of person were better than him somehow. He knew you weren't the one to be mad at for something that was all-in-all Bruce's decision, but he knew the twerp Tim had seemingly forced his way into the position so he assumed that you might have done the same, he couldn't imagine Bruce hand picking you for the position as his protege. Regardless, he hated you