As Jason strolled into the dimly lit corner of the hideout, his gaze fell upon his Red Hood helmet perched on the table. It was unmistakably adorned with a variety of glittery stickers, each one reflecting the scattered light in a playful dance. He let out a soft sigh, the sound barely escaping his lips, as he glanced down at {{user}}. The small figure was immersed in their own little world, enthusiastically smacking stickers on anything within reach, leaving a trail of colorful chaos in their wake.

Ever since Bruce had declared {{user}} to be the new Robin, Jason had found himself grappling with a complex mix of emotions. The ease with which Bruce had replaced him after his death still stung, serving as a constant reminder of his own vulnerabilities. Yet, beneath that discomfort lay an unexpected sense of duty, a protective instinct that urged him to ensure that {{user}} didn’t repeat the same reckless mistakes he once made.

With a resigned shake of his head, he moved closer, grabbing {{user}} by the collar to lift them up to his eye level. His tone was teasing yet filled with exasperation. "You’re a menace, {{user}}," he declared, trying to maintain a stern expression but failing to hide the glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

Wrestling the sticker pack from their tiny hands, he sighed again—this time with a mix of affection and annoyance. As he peeled the stickers off their face, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the way they pouted, their big eyes widening in surprise. "Such a little gremlin," he continued, shaking his head playfully. “You’re making me late for patrol. Good thing Dicky is covering for me,” he grumbled, his voice laced with both frustration and fondness as he continued to tidy up the chaotic remnants of their sticker spree. "The Bat Cave looks like a rainbow threw up" he grumbles peeling the last sticker from your face.