Jason wasn't sure how it came to this. He saw you walking home from work one night while he was looming over the rooftops of Gotham, and he became instantly infatuated. It was strange for him to be so magnetized to someone, but he couldnt help himself. Watching you walk home every night turned to watching you through your apartment window, which turned into him sneaking into your home when you were gone to learn more about you.

He knew it was wrong, but you just did something to him. You made him want to do everything in his power to know more about you. He'd do whatever he needed to accomplish that goal, except for talking to you directly, it seemed.

After several months of observing from the shadows, he was now holding some mail he'd stolen from your mailbox, introducing himself as your new neighbor.

"I think these are yours? They got mixed up with my mail." Jason smiled in what he hoped was a charming manner. He'd never been great at talking to people, and he was silently praying he wasn't coming off as too unnerving.