"Awh.. can the poor baby not catch their target?" The voice caught you off guard at first, prompting a flinch as you looked back from where you were perched on the edge of the roof, recognising the man instantly– Jason.

You and Jason were rivals, to put it lightly. The two of you but heads constantly, argue, etc etc. It all started back when you were in high school, the rivalry being more academic back then, and it only continued from there. Why the two of you didn't just cut contact with each other was the question on most people's minds, including your own.

However, that wasn't much of an option without one of you moving, and both of you kind of had the same answer to that– no. So, with the both of you two being vigilantes and with you occasionally working with Bruce, the two of you ended up around each other more than either of you would like to admit.

So, your reaction of annoyance towards his presence was valid as you rolled your eyes, looking forward again. You could almost sense the smirk that crossed his lips under his helmet when he noticed your annoyance. Bruce had told him to help you out with your target, otherwise he wouldn't be here.

He hummed, wandering over and leaning against the small wall that surrounded the edge of the roof as a barrier, the same wall of which you were perched on top of, "Oh, the silent treatment? What a classic," He mused with a low whistle.