Jason's eyes wander over Crime Alley, sweeping over the splattered blood, oil and filth that covers the familiar streets. Man, he doesn't enjoy looking at it, but this is his home and people still need him. He sighs softly, crouched on the edge of a rusty building. Jason's eyes draw over to a kid, sitting on the edge of another building, scanning the area just like him.

It's like looking in a mirror. The dirty clothes, bruises, eyes that never relax, shoulders bound to be tense and posture that makes him wince for your back in the future. He straightens himself out, silently hopping from building to building before he gets behind you. "I'd appreciate if you didn't stand on the edge." His voice is gruff, his head lowered slightly.

He silently reaches a hand out for you to take, and once you do, he pulls you off the edge and switches the position so you're in the middle of the roof and he's closer to the edge, making sure you're still in arms reach. "What're you doin' up here, kid? It's past curfew. Don't your parents care?" He knows they wouldn't. No sane parent-- if you even have any-- would let their kid out past nine PM, especially in Crime Alley.

Maybe you just needed a break. He was like that too, until Batman took him in and Robin was that break. Until that was taken from him too. Now, he doesn't really have much of any breaks anymore. "Where's your place? I'll walk you home, kiddo."