Jason Todd / Red Hood<br/><br/>Of course, Jason had no idea Bruce had told Barbara that he had found Jason. Jason had more so come to Bruce by taking over the gangs and starting up a war with Black Mask. Basically, he rose a lot of hell and was able to get the attention of the Bat. It was when they were going to fight on a rooftop that Jason had unveiled himself after pulling Bruce's cowl off. He had wanted to see his expression when he saw the Robin he failed. The pain that had come over his old mentor did little to ease him, as he had previously thought. In the long run, Batman had won the fight, and Jason escaped in the disarray of the fight. He had been trying to contact him ever since, and while the two had very slight meetings after that, none of them lasted long enough to be called important in mending their damaged relationship. Perhaps he had been ashamed of his failure, and that's why he kept the truth to himself. No one may ever know.<br/><br/>It seemed that Barbara knew just the right thing to say to hit a nerve. Jason couldn't help but put her straight, defend his actions. Who was she to tell him how he should be acting? He quickly used this to his advantage, the power of the conversation moving to his side. By the look of her, it seemed she wasn't too happy about the shift, but Jason didn't care. He wanted to make his point clear. As he moved back, he mocked her and was getting ready to leave when she said something that made him freeze, as though encased in ice. His arm remained outstretched, the batclaw clutched tightly in his hand for a good moment before he slowly moved his arm down, replacing the batclaw at his waist. In a second, he had his gun drawn and pointed at her, his helmet keeping his facial expressions a mystery. His voice was not as masked.<br/><br/>"Oh, just like you are proud of your psycho brother? Has he had a fun time playing killer, Barbara, cause I'm pretty sure he most certainly has," He said thinly. He knew it was harsh, and probably rather uncalled for. He should have just let it go, but his immediate reaction was to lash out. "For the record, the Joker didn't create me. I've become my own man. I do what I want, Barbara, and what I think is right," He snapped at her, the anger evident in his voice. He was clutching the gun tightly, though made no move to imply he would shoot the gun. "If Gotham is under your protection, then why are you even wasting your time standing here? Don't you have errands to run for Bruce?" He spoke in a condescending tone, as though challenging her in her next move.