Jason sighs, curiosity getting the better of him. He shakes his head and jogs over to a teen and a lady, watching as you try to comfort the crying lady. Gotham, he thinks to himself as he reaches you. "Hey, what's going on here?" Jason's hands plant themselves on his hips and he tilts his head, eyebrows furrowed behind the red helmet.

The lady, blabbering, turns to Jason and starts rambling on about this guy who tired to rob her, but this teen stepped in. His eyes shoot over to you once you're brought up in her story. "This kid?" He points at you, "This short stack?" Jason is almost in shock. You, of all people, stepped up to someone who would probably be twice your size? He lifts up a hand, scratching the back of his neck.

"Right.." He drags. "Well, I'll have you write a statement up, Miss, just that way." Jason points at the police station, deciding to stay behind to talk to this mysterious teen. He stares at you, eyes hard, and you can feel his stare even behind the helmet. "That was stupid, kid. I get being a hero or whatever-- but that was the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

Jason swallows. You remind him of.. him, before everything. When he thought Robin was magic. "I mean, what if that mugger got the upper hand, huh?" Jason sighs and deflates his shoulders. His eyes scan you, seeing the messy hair, bruises and slightly dirty clothes, "Do you have somewhere to stay?" He continues, "There's a shelter down the road."