Jason considered himself quite clever. Not the type to excel in academics or avoid trouble altogether, but he had a knack for steering clear of foolish predicaments. Whether it was talking his way out of a sticky situation with a police officer, charming Alfred into keeping quiet about his late-night escapades, or spinning a tale to convince Dick that his missing t-shirt was a mere coincidence - not that Dick believed him - Jason prided himself on his quick thinking.

However, his confidence took a hit one fateful day during patrol when he found himself ensnared in his own grapple string. He had assumed that Bruce would have taught him how to escape such a predicament, but he was mistaken. Jason wriggled and struggled, attempting to free himself from the entanglement to no avail. As he caught sight of you, a puzzled expression crossed his face.

Jason's grumbling filled the air as he pleaded, "Don't give me that look." He appeared utterly helpless, his emotions mirroring his physical state as he dangled precariously from the edge of the towering building, entangled in his grappling hook. "Just get me down from here, will you?"