Jason groaned as he saw the screen held in front of him, why on earth did one of Bruce's new little Bat-Brats have to find the tinder account he'd created for an undercover mission? He'd used his real name for whatever reason, what were the chances that anyone was going to suspect that Bruce Wayne's former ward was back from the dead anyways? Hell, Jason could hardly believe it himself sometimes.

And now that that mission was done and over with he had promptly abandoned that account, he'd used it as a means to track down some creeps preying on people through the app that'd raised some alarm bells in his system. So of course now he was being reminded of it's existence he couldn't help but feel his will to live shriveling up."Oh my god....Please, Do not tell me where you found that because...Oh god..."

The pictures were harmless really, just shots that Roy and Kori had gotten, of him smoking, of him on his bike with his helmet on, or off, of him working on his bike, of him on a gotham rooftop. They were all completely normal pictures, but the worst part was the bio. Cheesy austen quotes galore as a way to sound 'deep'. He sighed defeatedly,"Alright, what do you want? Food? Money? My soul?"