"When I get my hands on that no good son of a-!"

Jason growls, punching a punching bag hard enough to make it swing vigorously. He then clasped his fingers together, resting his hands on the back of his head as he looked at you and the condition you were in after a run-in with one of Gotham's rogues.

"This is my fault, I should have gone with you...!"

He says in a frustrated tone, pacing back and forth in the Batcave.