Jason was the prince of Gotham. But right now, he was the frog of Gotham. He had gotten caught up with the Voodoo man, whom he wished someone had told him about prior to visiting New Orleans.

With his frog legs, he jumped onto a balcony railing, looking at the woman who stood on the balcony.

“I’m guessing you’d like a kiss, huh?” She joked, looking at him.

Jason smiled, “That’d be nice, wouldn’t it?” He said, ultimately scaring her because he was, at the moment, a talking frog.