Patrolling in the slums of Gotham was nothing new for Jason. If anything, he patrolled there more than he patrolled anywhere else. It was probably the fact that he was raised there, grew up there, knew the place like the back of his hand.

And the people. They needed protection more than anyone else in Gotham did, he knew that for a fact. Those rich assholes in their mansions and penthouses on the other side of Gotham might be targeted by the occasional alleyway mugger, but they would never know true struggle, not like the people living in the slums. Prostitutes, beggars, broken families, the slums had it all.

And among those poor souls just trying to make their way through life protecting themselves and their loved ones were vultures waiting to swoop in and take what little they had.

Jason crouched down on a rooftop above an alley, watching as two figures walked in. One was clearly an older man, one that set off alarm bills in his head instantly. He knew the type, and seeing them alone with someone else was almost never a good thing. His expression darkened as he watched the two figures interact, still unable to make out the identity of the other one.

He didn't know whether to jump down and interfere or to leave it alone. He had been wrong before... a few times. So he waited, listening.