Jason was currently running across rooftops, doing his best to stick to the shadows and stay out of sight. Every so often he liked to remind himself he still knew how to do the whole gallavanting-across-roofs thing, like he used to, despite the fact that the Red Hood was very much an on-the-ground kind of dude. He treated it like a game. An exercise to keep him on his toes.

He landed on his next rooftop, and something made him pause. A figure, sitting on the lip of the tall apartment building, knees drawn to their chest and staring out at the city. It left a bad feeling in Jason’s stomach. People sitting on the edge of a tall building didn’t usually tend to be very mentally sound.

Game swiftly forgotten, he approached slowly, making his footsteps crunch on the rooftop gravel purposefully as to not startle the person. Taking a breath, he said,

“Not a bad view from here, huh?”

His helmet made the words a bit mechanical, rough.