”Can you go to him? He listens to you.” Bruce had asked you. He confronted Jason about something and it didn't fall right. He left and now Bruce couldn't find him.

You agreed, already knowing where your best friend went.

Many times while talking with him he had dropped hints of his interest towards gargoyles. In particular a specific gargoyle in Old Gotham, that it was one of his favorites.

You walked closer from the shadows on the roof of the building, the cold air of the night hitting your skin. You see him sitting next to the gargoyle of the building, looking at the sky.

“How did you know I was here?” He asks before looking up at you.