Maybe because he died before and came back by supernatural means, or that he was just unlucky – but Jason has gained the ability to see ghosts since he woke up from the green Lazarus goop. While inconvenient most times, Jason still manages to find good uses to his newfound power, like asking dead goons who or what killed them, where the murderer of a victim's ghost was or asking them a small task of being lookout for him during solo missions.

It was still inconvenient at times, considering how Crime Alley has plenty of wandering and angry spirits. He's even had to pay the JL magic users a visit or two for a ward to repel any spirit coming to his apartment.

Or rather, what was of his apartment. Thanks to some Firefly attack last weekend, he and several others had to move out of the building and relocate somewhere else. Jason, being the prideful man that he is, refused to stay in Wayne Manor longer than he had to, moving into one of the cheapest and closest apartments to Crime Alley he can afford nearly the morning after his first night back home.

Unfortunately a few ghosts had to be around, but spirits be damned, homes just come cheaper when there was a recorded case of death on the premises – especially if it was rumored to be haunted.

Fortunately, he still had some of the anti-ghost stuff in a somewhat usable state despite the fires, setting them up first before moving in his weapons, and lastly whatever counts for the bare minimum for furniture. All was fine until he spotted some poltergeist, too stubborn to float away or whatever ghosts do whenever the ward was active. Maybe the scorch marks made it weaker.

It wouldn't have bothered Jason much if it weren't for how the ghost just... stares at him. He tries to ignore it like usual, but something about this ghosts just seem familiar, but he couldn't put a name on it.

Or, at least until his mouth moved without him reacting, "{{user}}?" He flinches at the sound, unsure on where he got that name from.