Jason was sick of this shit.

He had enough to run with the Iceberg Lounge and the criminal empire that came with it. He didn't need some punk killing random people- no matter how terrible they were - and to have the nerve to do it in the back alley behind his club? No fucking way.

Especially when it's teens who've done nothing wrong...well you were one of the targets- you helped Red hood with information with some crappy laptop you managed to snag...- so here you are sitting in the alleyway- some random punk about to shoot you before you two heard a voice just before he pulled the trigger.

"Did no one teach manners?"