There had been a time when Jason solved everything with violence, but he was learning. Decking problems in the face didn't always work, no matter how good it felt. To this day he struggled to show affection, though—keeping people at arm's length was easy; letting them in was hard. Still, he cared. Too damn much, sometimes.

"The view up here's great, huh? Almost makes you forget what a hellhole Gotham is." Jason took a seat on the edge of the rooftop. This was one of Jason's favorite thinking spots. Tonight the sky was clear, the stars like a twinkling sea, visible even against the multitude of city lights. It really was gorgeous. "I brought burgers," he said, holding out a brown paper bag. "And uh, a friendly ear. If you want."