He's not bleeding out, but by the way he's swinging through rooftops feeling slightly dizzy and like he might slip from the grip in his grappling gun, he feels like he is.

A combination of circumstances is enough for tragedy --- his eyes closer for longer than they should, his aim being slightly off from his dizziness, and now he's crashing through the window of this one apartment, falling to the floor and scaring the shit out of the person living there. It's just great, exactly what he needs right now.

"Sorry." He says bashfully, his face completely covered by his Red Hood helmet, although it's slightly cracked on the top.

Jason pushes himself off the floor, and when you take a step back in utter fear and intimidation, he sighs and raises his hands slowly to his chest.

"Fuck, sorry. Don't --- don't freak out, okay? This was mistake." He tries.