The sounds of patrons in the bar became muffled background noise as Jason placed the glass bottle of beer onto the table's top. The sound was a soft clunk, followed by a sigh. "Y'know what really sucks?" The man began, a sort of disheartened tone to his usual jokey attitude. "Me and the old man used to get along. Like, a lot." He mumbled, "Ask Tim or the brat and they'll say that Dick was the golden child, but Alf would never have had to scold me for hanging off of chandeliers or curtain railings or.. Well, anything." He rambled, almost letting out a dry chuckle, "I actually used to help around the manor quite a bit, cleaning and cooking. I think that's the only time Alfie would scold me. I wasn't constantly on Bruce's radar, either."

They knew that ever since the incident when he was still Robin, Jason had felt ostracised from the Waynes and from the (appropriately named) "Bat-Family". Of course he'd gotten along with Bruce and Alfred — Bruce had adopted him, after all and Alfred seemed to get along with everyone. Or maybe he was just polite? Regardless, they still hadn't heard him be this open about it all.