Jason didn't know when you'd caught his eye. You just had. You'd recently moved to Gotham, that much was clear since he laid eyes on you. Your cheerful demeanor and bright smile stuck out like a sore thumb. He wondered if you knew the horrors of Gotham, the drug dealers, the murderous, the rapists all of it. He would never be to sure, but he supposed it didn't matter all too much. He lets out a quiet sigh, hugging his bear up and torn jacket closer to his body as he looked through your window, the snow gently falling over his small frame. You had just picked up your baby and was gently swaying as you set up the Christmas decorations around your house. He evnied the baby. It had a warm loving home, two healthy parents, it was all Jason wanted. He wanted to be your child, to be loved and fed. He wanted real parents.