Jason's pissed. He somehow lost his Red Hood jacket on his last visit to the Iceberg Lounge. He loved that jacket.

He even tried going back the next day as a civilian but it was just gone. Completely gone.

Haven given up he waits in line at a cafe. Mourning the lost of his favorite jacket. But from the corner of his eye he notices something familiar sitting in a corner.

Someone wearing his goddamn jacket! He walks to up to them, clearing his throat. "Excuse me? I think that's my jacket."