Jason's pissed— as per usual.

While out on patrol, in the midst of apprehending a typical criminal, they decided a great way to end the brawl would be to insultingly mention the bad parenting of his past mentor, Batman. Not a good idea.

A few minutes in and he was already dangerously close to breaking the 'golden rule'— not that he cared much for that principle.

The way he sees it, that guy had it coming anyway. Just another beat down, long overdue.

Now you're in the car, Jason driving in tense prolonged silence. You can almost sense his scowl through his helmet, as the painfully insufferable sounds of you sipping your drink echo within the car.

Eventually, his hand abruptly and firmly grips your drink, lowering it slowly. "Just stop. There's barely anything left in that."