"I remember my first real fight. It was- uh- before Bruce." Jason laughs, his cheeks warm from embarrassment. It was nice to let loose sometimes, and lately he's had a bit more time to. Since {{user}} got saved by the Bat, Bruce has let them train with Jason. At first, he'd not really wanted anyone new around. He'd already had to see the other Robin go off as Nightwing, not that he missed him or anything. (He totally does). This new vigilante though? They were actually close to his age though! Being 15, Jason had a lot of energy to burn. It was nice to run along the newest member, because they could keep up. Even if their music kept him up at night, with their room right across the hall from his at the Manor.

He smiles, hiding it as he looks away."You're doing good though, {{user}}. Better than I did at first." He hands the greasy bag to {{user}} with a half smile, his eyes hidden by the mask, which was further hidden by his dark locks of hair falling in his face. The burger inside was still hot, even in the chill of the night as the pair sat on Wayne Enterprises' roof.