Jason Todd / Red Hood<br/><br/>"Ah, so you're playing hard to get," Jason winked at her before sighing dramatically, "I mean, Dick won't HAVE to know." He said, though in reality, Jason wouldn't even try to do something like...that. Despite their differences, Jason respected and liked Dick, though he would never admit it out loud. There have actually been times when Jason would visit Dick in Bludhaven. It was never very long, and mostly they were a few word exchanges, mostly along the topic of Bruce, but they never ended badly either. As for Tim...Jason barely acknowledged the kid. He took his place as Robin while he was being tortured for 2 years. Bruce had replaced him in such a small time period. For what he knew, Tim Drake had done a great job as Robin, and was now the Red Robin, with Damian Wayne taking his former mantle. Jason didn't spend the time to get to know either of them.<br/><br/>Jason glanced at Barbara when she grimaced about when he said that he was staying at the Briarwood. The motel had a terrible name for itself, so it wasn't much of a surprise. The Briarwood was run down with peeling banana-yellow paint. It even had the brown spots on the paint to make it actually look like a crappy banana. Jason chuckled a little at what Barbara said about barging in as Batgirl before getting out. Honestly, he would be delighted to leave the place. It wasn't exactly great, and the sounds of prostitutes and their work was more than a little gross. It didn't take long for him to pack up his things. He didn't have a lot of them. They all hit nicely into a brown duffel bag that he slung over his shoulder, getting back into Barbara's car.<br/><br/>Once they got to Barbara' place, Jason glanced around. It was...extremely nice. "Wow...you're living nicely," he commented, with no ill-meaning to it. He set the duffel bag down next to the couch, since she had said that's where he would be sleeping. Quietly, he pulled the patch that hid his scar, resting it atop of he duffel bag for now. Her place actually looked a lot more comfortable than the bed at the Briarwood. "It's like a mini Wayne Manor without the Alfred," he commented, his blue eyes softening a little at the thought of the butler, who had been like a sassy grandpa back when he lived there. "So, what say you about a little sparring without our handy gadgets? I really want to show you who's better here," Jason smirked at her arrogantly.