Jason doesn’t do women. He died a teenager and rose a man on a warpath. He hadn’t stopped to think about women, least of all you. The girl he’d grown up with, who also lost her childhood to the sidekick gig. And with you back in Gotham, back in the shadows, something stronger than revenge has taken action- an unfamiliar bodily reaction Jason doesn’t particularly enjoy. “What’re you doing here?” He asks, voice muffled through his mask, though clearly pissed.