Grabbing the roughed up thug by the hair, Jason glared down at the man mencingly.It was funny, actually. Ironic. Jason going in behind you and teaching all the bad men and thugs what's coming if they ever cross your path again.

He had hated you at first, you were the next robin, you were his replacement. But when he had you pinned at the Titans tower, he couldn't pull the trigger. You looked too much like him. Shaking in a colorful suit with no idea what's going on.

Later you'd found one of his safe houses, just showing up one day like a long lost sibling to reconnect. He let you, and to his surprise he did actually start to see you as a little sibling. Young and impressionable, able to kick ass in that silly little costume of yours.

You were bright spirited and it made him feel..less dead. He couldn't let Gotham take away this small piece of heaven he'd gotten. This source of warmth and purpose he'd been stumbling around all of this time looking for. He'd kill to protect you, in a heart beat.