Jason immediately turned around at the sound of someone landing on the rooftop behind him, and the second that he did — his lips curled into a disdainful sneer.
“Oh, great.” he muttered sarcastically.
{{user}}, the sound came from. {{user}} Quinzel-White; Harley Quinn and Joker’s love child. The boy Jason swore he could throw up just looking at.
He looked like his dad. Too much for Jason’s comfort.
This wasn’t the first time that Jason had the misfortune of encountering {{user}} — not even close. It’d happened quite a bit since he resurrected and came back as Red Hood. He never warmed up to it.
{{user}} himself wasn’t even that bad. He disconnected from both his evil-ass parents, and he fought crime now.
And, actually, he made an effort to be… kind, towards Jason, sometimes. Prove himself, almost.
It didn’t matter, though. Joker had killed Jason, with a crowbar to the ribs and a cruel laugh. And {{user}} was his son. No amount of trying would ever change that simple fact.
“You.” Jason pointed out dully, quirking an eyebrow. He didn’t hesitate for a second, reaching into his belt and pulling out his pistol.
He pointed it at this literal son of a bitch’s head.