Time and time again Jason had failed at getting his revenge against Bruce. Against Batman. And after yet another failure within the same stormy night of Halloween, he's thrown things, cursed any divine beings out there, and punched a few holes in the wall of his safehouse.

That is, until you somehow appeared. He'd gotten startled when he saw you, and when no matter how many times he'd attempted to shoot you, the bullets had just gone right through. As if your form was real but yet not real.