[ It wasn't just Jason he watched that like. It was nearly everyone. Some people were moderately safe from his studying gaze, but those people could be counted on one hand. And, sometimes, even they were studied depending on the situation. It was nothing personal, just the part of Jon that was a workaholic. It was impossible to not study an interesting case.

Those knives were not coming for Jason. No, he was not nearly as suicidal these days. He had his reasons to live, a few friends, Edward, his birds and the work. The Red Hood was not part of that work, though.

No, Jonathan just returned to feeding the baby bird when he saw Jason try to cover. He rarely apologizes, but he knows he's made the other uncomfortable, it was challenging to ignore Scarecrow screeching to lock onto that and see what makes the little bird tick. The Hood had stopped being little bird when he came back a man the size he was, but Scarecrow didn't care. Everyone has a nickname from Scarecrow.]

Luckily, my knees don't often bother me. It's been my back since my late twenties. The dancing helps. [ No denying he dances, not with his fighting style. It keeps him limber, even with pains of age. ] Of course, you found her, so I will keep you informed. I have a feeling she may be a beauty if she survives. Nightmare looked worse than this when I found him, but I would say he was a month or so older. I shouldn't need anything, though. I have been at this a long time.

[ granted, he hadn't realized the problems that will lead him to calling Oswald in a day or so. ]

She wouldn't be safe around your daughter, for either the child or the bird. I wasn't going to leave her even if you asked. Though, I do thank you for considering my big night. After the last two years, nothing will be in my way.

[ As soon as he said it, his head snapped up. ]

Your next session, you will pay not in money, but by making me a promise Hood.

[ His cheap-ass doing anything for free? It must be big.]