If there was one thing that Jason hated the most, it was dense assholes who actively put people, especially kids, in danger. It wasn’t that hard to be a (mostly) decent person, but apparently so many civilians just couldn’t abide by fucking traffic laws. It wasn’t that was so difficult either. Be at a good speed, red means hit the brakes, not the fucking vehicle in front of you, stupid bitch.

He jumped off of the building he was patrolling over as fast as he physically could. Even with contact cut and thrown out the window, he knew the patrol hours and paths by heart. On a good day, Dick would be here in an hour, Bruce might be here tomorrow, either of the Batgirls or Red Robin could be there if Oracle weren’t too busy. Robin was probably at school or something—hell, he might even be in that fucking bus that got hit by a swerving, panicked car.

Rescuing people from the wreckage, Jason had to wrench one kid in specific out of a vehicle. There were cuts and bruises everywhere, he almost felt sick just looking at it. The instigator was already fleeing, but Jason would find them and put his weapons to use. The scared look on every kid he’d rescued was making it all the worse for that dipshit.

That was when he saw the excited little look, the gasp and frantic are you the Red Hood? with such a lack of fear. People didn’t like the Red Hood, they didn’t like him. Jason was sensitive, or whatever the hell, and that led to him being catastrophic, going overboard even if the cause was worthy of his ‘overreaction’. No kid liked him. Parents hid him from kids. He looked scary.

It wasn’t probably brain damage from getting hit by.. uh, one of the cars. After a moment of having a staring contest with the odd kid (and failing), he sighed and crouched in front the other. “Got anyone to call? Mom? Dad?—“ fuck, what were the other terms?—“Guardian? Sibling?” he asked, glancing over at the crashed cars. People were being lifted out and helped by passersby's now, people calling family and friends.