He stood there in disbelief, baffled at your comment. You stood at the end of the alleyway, clutching your bag with a determination set on your face so foreign to him. Your motivated eyes locked onto what you could only hope was his own behind the mask, something people never dared to do. The low hum of his engine was of a dream to you, never expecting to find him, let alone talk to him. You finally muster up enough courage to repeat yourself. "Let me join you." You persevered. You were terrified, scared, and nervous. But you stand your ground, set on this. He stood there, stunned for a second and you can only hope it's in consideration. "No. Go home, kid." His words are cut and dry, turning away as he continues to get into the military vehicle. Your heart sinks at his tone, so unwavering like he never gave it a second thought. You knew the dangers, knew what you were asking of him, but you also knew how you'd take it over life back at home. In a last ditch effort and a pounding of your heart you pull out numerous papers in a folder, shoving them afront with a small hand. "Jason Todd!- right?" You blurt out finally. You can hear the blood rushing in your veins when he flinches at the name, turning around to face you and what appear to be documents in your hand. "What?" You almost feel your knees give out, though, your gaze showing no chance of backtracking.