Jason walked around the garden surrounding the manor, picking at roses and observing the occasional beetle that scrambled away. Sure, yeah, he knew Alfred wouldn't like that he was breaking off the flowers that the old man spent hours planting, but it wasn't like it was gonna kill anyone. Jason chuckled at the irony and kept walking on the stone path, the grass getting crushed under the weight of his boots as he let his thoughts swim in his head. It was rare to be this alone, especially since Bruce had gotten a knack of seemingly adopting one kid every year.

Bending down to pick up an ant to move it out of his path, he heard the noise of music faintly in the distance. It was too faint to be from the manor, but too loud to be from the city. Placing the ant down on a daffodil, Jason left the garden and went to explore; though, it didn't take long for him to find a figure sitting on where his body once laid, reading silently to themselves as they listened to a radio.