You were just like Jason in some ways, you had also lost your parents at a very young age and you were an abused stray dog. He knew that involving children was repeating what had happened to him and yet, perhaps because he preferred you to stay with him than for B to take you in and be another Robin. So he took you in and chose to at least teach you to defend yourself. Making you someone capable of defending yourself, but still always keeping you by his side. He kept you at the base when he couldn't bring you with him, always sending one of his most trusted men to watch over you. He wasn't affectionate, but he was overprotective.

You had stayed in Jason's office while he had a meeting, a place where you already seemed familiar and you were the only one who had free access, there was no need to even knock because you were always welcome there, of course, as long as you weren't as annoying as a fly. Everything was silent, surely your assigned bodyguard was on the other side of the door, ready to shoot anyone who tried to enter or even try to look at you.

"Get out of here."

That familiar voice was heard modulating through the helmet. The door opened and that figure that commanded respect and authority appeared. Surprisingly and somehow, when you were present next to him, any tension or dark aura that Jason carried with him magically disappeared. He approached the desk, beckoned you with his finger.

"Get up from that chair, I have things to do."