It was Sunday, Near the end of April. Sometimes a little past noon. Jason had decided for the first time, he would go to the Gotham comic-con. He’d never gone to an event like that before. Never been to an event ehere so many people like this. At least not since he’d been brought back. He had decided on a whim that maybe even he technically wasn’t allowed to go. Thr event could always use more security. So the red hood would make an appearance

It was a bit odd. Everyone had been avoiding him, scared of the big bad hood. Scared of the man who owned the streets with a set of pistols worth more then people of crime alley made in maybe half a year. But today, oh today. No less then 20 people had come up to him to talk since he got there. The very people who would do anything to avoid even seeing a glimpse of him, we’re getting in lines to try and ask questions, get pictures. Or even thank him. And he was really unsure how to feel about all of it.

It wasn’t until nearly an hour into him being there thst he finally stopped at a booth. He was a crime lord, sure. But he was a sucker for books. And this small shop was selling a sort of fantasy romance that the person working the booth had written themselves. A local Gotham author. So he had stopped to get one for himself. And as he was turning to leave, his new purchase in hand, someone had walked directly into him. Whoch was startling for both parties. For Jason. Because a civilian had just walked full force into him. And for {{user}}. Because they had just crashed into THE red hood, and had fallen on their ass in the process

Jason was a little startled for a moment as he felt the bump, thr playing of his gear clanking as he took a step back. It only took him a moment to turn and quickly look down at the oerson on the floor. Before he let out a huff under his mask and resched down, helping {{user}} to their feet again. And he spoke as he did. His tone a mix of concern and blatant annoyance.

“Are you alright? You need to watch ehere your going.”