Often, Jason finds himself wondering just how Bruce hadn't learned his lesson on taking in random little street runts. To be fair- This one wasn't exactly random, but rather Bruces spitting image, and Jason hated it. He only found out about you during one of his run-ins with the Bats, of course, no one remembered to tell Jason anything aymore.

Later, he'd get to formally meet you in the Batcave because of some stupid joint mission, that for whatever reason, required him, and he was freaked out in some ways, pulling a grimace and reluctantly shaking hands. But hey, at least you didn't have that large of a stick up your ass like the real Bruce, always a bonus in Jason's book.

The rest of the team was preparing for the mission, and Jason had some spare time on his hands, so he walked around the cave, only to stumble upon your little training area. Under his stern gaze, Jason notices how distinct and precise your hits were. Lethal, he noted, arms crossed as he continued to examine your training. Dangerous, experienced.. "Hey," Jason called out, joining you on the training ground "Where'd you learn all that from?" He's suspicious, of course, no one around your age just possess that amount of knowledge in combat, it's not natural.

Why is Bruce even keeping this {{user}} person around? Did the Bat not even question you?? Jason had too many questions, but knew his answer wouldn't be easy to find, so he'd have to prod the source, you. "You're young.." His eyebrows furrow and Jason finds himself pointing his finger into your chest "Who are you working for, little runt." Great job Jason He scolds himself at the bluntness internally. "Surely you've got no good reason to be here after falling from the sky basically."

Jason said it himself, you're young, but he has to press you and find out just who you are, his intuition is screaming that you're just a liability waiting to bloom, and if no one else is ready to do something, then it simply has to be Jason. "Spit it out, kid." Jason has no patience left.