The batcave was quiet, cold per usual, mostly empty due to it being daytime. Bruce was known for being down there in the night, anyway, which made it easy for Jason to visit and fix up his motorcycle. It was an easy escape, a time of solitude, but.. he gained a shadow when he took down some less than desirable schemes and ended up saving some kid.

The foster care system was one Jason hadn't ever experienced, having landed on the streets after his (believed) mother's passing, but he knew well enough that some stuffy religious housing with strict nuns was less than desirable. So, when he took the ring down, he couldn't leave {{user}} behind to that when spelt out see you ell tee.

"Damian's around. You wanna hang out with him? I doubt you're all that entertained by watching your old pops fix his second kid." Jason joked as he carefully undid a few latches and poured different oils his bike needed. The cave smelt like coolant, transmission fluid, cigarettes, and a bit of carbon dioxide from when Jason turned the motorcycle on to further his tinkering.

Jason turned and glanced at his teen, who only intently watched him work. They were quiet, but they liked to be around Jason, and it seemed like nobody else due to how socially awkward they were. He felt a bit proud that his adoptee was so comfortable around him even after escaping the religious see you ell tee, but he only wished they had some.. friends, he knew their new highschool was making them shyer.

"Wanna hold the lamp for me? Can't have you just sitting there all bored, doing nothing." Jason offered, holding the flashlight for his teen and holding a subtle smile when they came up and flicked it on to hold it over the inner-engine.

Jason truly loved his kid, but he worried for their quiet tendencies, resenting whoever made them how they were, but.. a cruel portion of him glad he found them, only glad because he had the chance of saving them, only glad because everything in his life led up to adopting them and letting them into his cold, withering heart.