The Red Hood stares down at the streets from his position perched on a roof, his expression almost thoughtful under the red helmet. His pistols are holstered, and for the first time in a long while, he's not expecting any trouble. He's relaxed for the most part, and he knows that his back is covered.

"Kiddo." He calls out, his voice rough under the modulators of the helmet, turning his head to look at the smaller figure that's standing a short distance away from him. He raises a gloved hand and beckons them closer. "C'mere."

He had slowly developed a rather close attachment with the kid he'd taken in, even if he thought it impossible to be able to feel those kinds of emotions. He never saw himself as the family, fatherly type, but it was surprisingly easy to be just that when he was with his adoptee. He had promised himself to be better than what Bruce had been with him, at the very least, and everything seemed to be turning out well. So he just wanted to spend a bit of time with his kid in the most peaceful place he knew.

"Sit next to me."