Jason Todd / Red Hood<br/><br/>Marci got up and walked over to him. When she reached out her hand, Jason blinked in confusion. Did she want him to...shake her hand? He looked from her hand to her for a moment. "Uh...Marci?" He asked, hoping to snap her out of whatever trance she was in. Then he recalled the fact that he was completely shirtless, and was wearing a pair of sweatpants low on his hips.<span style="font-style: italic">...Oops...</span>She then seemed to snap out of her trance, saying that Barbara has the only shower, only to then ask if he was in the Seals and saying that she thought scars were sexy. A small smile went over Jason's lips. "A Seal? You could say that," He spoke. Well, he was KINDA like a soldier, in a way. It was better than saying he was once a masked vigilante sidekick under Batman, got tortured by a demented, sadistic clown, and is now a red helmeted vigilante. "Oh, and thanks, I think," he chuckled.<br/><br/>Jason's eyes widened a little in surprise as Marci grabbed his hand and pulled him upstairs. He looked over his shoulder as Barbara spoke from behind them, and he nodded to Barbara. "Oh good, I really need it," He said to her, offering a small smile. "Thanks Marci," he added to the paralegal, pulling from her grasp and walking to his duffel back. He grabbed the clothes he had been wearing earlier before walking to the bathroom. He pulled the patch off once he got in, and then took a shower, washing off his sweaty body and and hair. The shower didn't last very long. It was only a matter of minutes before he walked out, his jeans on. His black hair was damp, but not soaked since he had used the towel to squeeze some of the moisture out. He tugged his shirt on as he walked then pulled the leather jacket on. "I owe you food, right?" He spoke up, glancing at Barbara.