"You should be thanking me, you know," Jason spat, his lips curling with disdain as he rubbed his sore, bruised knuckles. "Now why don't you do yourself a favor and stay out of the streets? We have enough trouble with the knights as is."

Jason didn't have the patience for this idiot's antics. Why roam the city's trash-lined back alleys? A smarter noble would've stayed in their fancy home instead of come out here and get beset by random thugs. Not that Jason minded punching said thugs, though.

Since joining the Robins he'd had to rein in his more violent tendencies, because their (overly idealistic, if you asked him) code said they should never hurt anyone. However, when he hurt people with the excuse of saving innocents, their leader would frown, but let it go. Granted, he had no intention whatsoever to come clean about what he'd done, but you know. If he got caught, he had an excuse.

He grinned as he looked the noble he'd just saved up and down, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. "I'll say, though, you have guts being out here on your own at this hour. Guts, or no sense of self-preservation. Hard to tell." Jason scoffed. "Now go on, go back to your cushy home and your rich mommy and daddy. The streets are no place for kids like you."

It was hard for him to keep the disdain out of his voice. Jason's parents had been neither rich nor loving; he was thankful they were dead. He'd been eating scraps, wearing rags, and sleeping out in the cold for as long as he could remember. The idea that a privileged kid would choose to be out here instead of stay in the comfort of their luxurious home was almost offensive to him.