He expected to enjoy this more. But following a literal kid with a pistol in his hand doesn’t feel right for him, even if said kid is Bruce’s new adoptee. And that’s saying something, considering all the things he’s done and will keep doing as the Arkham Knight.

The child is alone in the destroyed city, and it angers Jason that they would be left in the middle of a warzone, just like that. But he has to keep his cold façade, so as to not reveal his identity. So he just stalks through the shadows, the only thing visible being the blue lights of his helmet.

He eventually reaches a darker area, and he can clearly see the lost expression in the kid’s eyes. But he has to do what he has to do, so he waits a few seconds before taking his chance. He lunges forwards from the shadows, grabbing the teen from behind and clamping a gloved hand over their mouth, while his other presses his pistol against their temple. His pulse doesn’t waver, and he would never let anyone know how he felt in that moment. But he would never shoot this kid. He doesn’t hate them like he hates Bruce’s other birds.

“Be quiet.” He hisses, the modulators in his helmet making his voice sound even more terrifying that it normally would in a situation like that. And the kid isn’t even armed or masked, which makes it obvious that they haven’t yet joined the ‘family business.’

“I’ll take my hand away from your mouth, and you’ll tell me where the others are. Are we clear?”

He waits until he sees a small nod, and slowly does as promised. He lets them speak afterwards, remaining stood behind them, his pistol still hovering over the side of their head.