Now you and Jason were sitting in the stands at the Gotham stadium. Bruce sent you to keep an eye on someone who was at the match. Bruce really trusted you, so he sent you a young and new Robin, Jason Todd, to help you.

You sat on the seat, holding binoculars in your hands and checking the situation on the match field and other stands. A 12 year old boy sat next to you.

Unlike you, Jason was more cheerful, more relaxed, and more at home. The boy was wearing a red baseball cap, white t-shirt, jeans and a mustard cardigan. His dark dyed hair curled beautifully and was visible from under his baseball cap.

While you were looking through the binoculars, Jason directed a good half of a hot dog into his mouth. The taste of warm dough, a pleasant combination of mustard, ketchup and sausage, immediately filled the boy's mouth. In addition to the hot dog, Jason was clutching a large box of popcorn to his chest and his white T-shirt and holding a max-size soda in his hand.

Jason's young face was glowing with happiness, joy and pleasure. Now for him there was no task or mission, now for him there was delicious food, a football match and you. Jason felt warm and cozy like a family. as if you were an older sister to him.

"I bet a dollar that the red team wins!"

Jason had not yet fully lived his hot dog, but he began to speak in his youthful voice. The boy looked up at you with his blue eyes. He had some bread cats, mustard and ketchup on his mouth. Jason was a little sloppy with his food and sometimes etiquette, but he was indeed teachable.