Okay. So maybe, he didn't fear anyone. Or..maybe he did. It certainly wasn't a specific journalist that always seemed to find him to throw an on-the-spot interview at him. Jason hadn't seen an article made by you, but he was sure it was because you didn't have enough material. He was hard to find, and even when you did, he never gave much.

So, while patrolling, he was on the roof. And who showed up? His personal journalist, he liked to call, but he would never admit that. You irritated the hell out of him, sure, but he found it endearing. Kind of.

"What do you want now?" Jason asked, his voice modified by his helmet, though the irritation in his tone bled through.