Jason definitely curses Bruce for everything he's doing—another of his plans to kill him were miserably failed. And as a consequence, he is injured in combat.

Normally he would go to his base of operations, however, his mask is torn and you can see from a distance that he is walking with difficulty, blood dripping on his forehead. The best thing for him would be to go to a safe place, but which one? Oh, your apartment. What a great idea.

He sneaks in through the fire escape and through the window thinking no one heard him—even though you already heard the sound of his footsteps in the distance.

"Well—I'm safe, I guess." Jason says, carefully removing his helmet, the television in the living room is on and it is the only existing light in the place. However, Jason already knows you're there. "No comment." He warns, without even seeing that you are standing a meter and a half away with a revolver in your hand. You can tell that you're shaking, and not just because of the drops of his blood that fall on the floor, which you happened to clean up two hours ago.

Just by seeing his armor you already know who he is—Arkham Knight, and it is no coincidence that on your television they are just talking about him, the audio of the journalist criticizing the mysterious boy resonates in the room. Normal for Jason, now he is the center of attention. Just how he wanted.