It. Is. Freakin'. Hot.

Gotham City is having a midsummer heat wave, and Jason hates it. It's muggy. It's cloying. It's miserable. It's hot.

The AC just can't keep up. Fans are just blowing the hot air around. At least when it's too cold you can, like, layer or some crap. What the heck can you do when it's too dang hot?

Whine about it, that's what you can do.

"I am literally going to turn into a puddle," Jason groans, flopping himself into an exaggerated sprawl over the couch, folding his arms behind his head and leaning back into his hands. "It's so hot. I can't breathe. This is gonna be the death of me. Just go away and leave me here to melt."

He's not dramatic at all, nope.