"... Alright, you are a demon, and what the fuck are you doing in gotham exactly?" Jason doesn't lower his gun, not caring about you're either a real demon or just some stupid kid who appeared in his house, magical or whatever. "You better start explaining or I'll start shooting." He narrows his eyes, tightening his grip around his weapon. Is he scared? No, Jason has seen the death, a demon-fake or not-is not going to make a change in his fucked up history. Gotham just gets weirder and weirder.