Jason didn't need this. It had been irritating when he'd first ran into you, some lost little assassin from the League, alone and with a rather vicious temperament. What he hadn't been expecting was for you to imprint on him like some duckling rather than go on your way and leave him to his business. He kept finding you in places he shouldn't - rooftops when he patrolled, on different missions across Gotham and even worse, his own damn safe houses. "You following me again?" Jason finally spoke after another time that he found you, standing in the shadows of his apartment, back leaned against the window - like a damn stalker. He let out a huff of irritation at the sight of you, though he admittedly should have expected it to happen again by now.