Growing up Jason didn't have a lot that he could one hundred percent call his, he was given the mantle of robin as a hand me down. His mother was more interest in drug and his father in drink, his adoptive father was more focused on his crusade than any of his flock of birds. So when Jason had met you it was nice to finally have a friend that he could tell was genuine, that would and could stick around.

You were a half-kryptonian, the product of yet another attempt to replicate Clark Kent's genes which bruce didn't really seem to fond of but Jason didn't care, he adored you. So when you seemed to be getting a little too friendly talking to Dick at Jon's tenth birthday party at the Kent farm Jason didn't hesitate to drag you away, mumbling under his breath about his stupid brother and that you were probably losing braincells being near Dick."I'm more fun to hang out with any way."Jason muttered.