Jason Todd / Red Hood<br/><br/>It had been a long time since he had exchanged any kind of blows with Batgirl. Time had done wonders for her as much as it did him. She used many different martial arts styles by the look of some of the attacks he blocked. He wasn't looking for a blown out fight against her...just yet anyways. Back when he had been Robin, he had been similar to a brawler, though he also had Batman's training. He never was as flexible as Dick, but his strength had surely covered that aspect back in the day. After two years of being holed up, only fighting when random goons were given to him when he was on Harley's medication. They had always been dressed up in Batman-like cowls, and he'd be forced to beat the s h i t out of them...until he didn't have to be forced, and then he got to the point in the conditioning where he killed them.<br/><br/>Once they were locked in stalemate, Jason was the one two break it off, surrendering to defuse the situation. Not something he would usually do, but he had to change things up sometimes. He noticed that she seemed almost like she wanted to say something, though she paused and instead stayed quiet. It perplexed Jason, but he shrugged it off. It wasn't really any of his business anyways. With a sideways glance at Barbara, he asked if she wanted any help with the criminal, which of course he denied. "I shouldn't have bothered asking," He yawned, looking at her almost lazily, "you never have liked help." Jason drew his arms over his head as Barbara ignored him as she got down to business with the unconscious guy. He had eventually leaned back against a wall and  gotten out his gun, lazily spinning it around his finger as he waited for her to be finished. At her statement, Jason glanced over, stopping the twirling gun. "Well, he's not supposed to be alive. Death doesn't need a testimony," He shrugged matter-of-factly, putting his gun back before meeting her eyes, "That way, you don't have to worry about testimonies or cases."<br/><br/>Jason followed Barbara's eyes up the rooftop. The building, like the rest of the Narrows was run-down. There were dead vines that crawled half-way up the side, and the windows were all broken in. "Talk, huh?" He spoke lowly, his eyes expressionless as he studied her for a moment. She had used his name then. Jason wasn't sure why, but it made him take the whole talking thing a little more seriously than he usually might. However, he gave the appearance of brushing it off by shrugging. He didn't say anything else. He simply drew out his batclaw, shot it at a roof, and sped off into the air. Meeting the cops could easily get him into an awkward situation, so that was definitely a no-go. As the cops arrived, Jason sat in a corner of the roof and waited, one arm slung over his right knee and the other one cushioned behind his head as his eyes became upturned towards the sky, the stars shining in his pupils, like their own galaxy.<br/><br/>It was the light sound of feet that told Jason it was finally time for the mysterious talk that Batgirl wanted to take part in. Slowly getting to his feet, he tucked his helmet under his left arm and pushed his right hand into his pocket as he walked over. "What is it you want to say, Barbara?" He asked her, though didn't look over. His eyes remained distant as he looked across the city that was spread before them.