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, like today, sitting on the window sill, one leg dangling down as you look at him enter. "What are you doing here, princess?" he asks you, a bit of annoyance bleeding through his words as he moves into the room, leaning against the doorway as he folds his arms over his chest. "What have I told you about breaking into my safehouses? Especially this one? The other Bats frequent here."