Frankly, Jason was offended no one had told him. He expected the kind of behaviour from Bruce, since he would rather avoid him too, but he had at least have expected Dick to give him something to go off. Maybe it was a good idea, though, since the moment he'd found out what Lincoln March had done, he'd been consumed by a sea of green. Everyone was walking on eggshells around you, it seemed, and it irked Jason more than it should have. So he supposed it was his turn, and he definitely wasn't going to be walking on any eggshells around you. He'd treat you as he always did, and so he took you on a motorbike ride.

You were quiet, that he could tell. It probably didn't help that Lincoln was the spitting image of Bruce, nor did keeping you cooped up in the Mansion where the incident had happened in the first place. Picking up your spare helmet, he blew some dust off the top, having not done this with you for a while. Jason loved taking you on motorbike rides around the city, and you had loved it too. Bruce had never approved because of the dangers of Gotham, but Lincoln was probably hidden away, licking his wounds while hiding from the wrath of the family, and that was the biggest threat to you right now.

"Here," he hummed, tossing the helmet for you to catch. It barely snaps you out of your trance, flinching when you catch it. He frowns, taking a couple steps towards you. You take a skittish one back, but he doesn't stop. It makes his anger bubble thinking about what Lincoln had done. "Look at me. You know who I am. You know I'm not going to hurt you, so stop thinking about it."

He turns to the motorbike, letting the engine purr to life. Slotting on his own helmet, he gestures for you to come closer and then pats the space behind him, waiting. "Are you gonna put that on? I don't have to remind you, do I? Come on, it's not been that long since I last drove you out."