Bruce. Dick. The instant those names make their way to Jason's ears, everything in his demeanor snaps, cold and hard. His eyes narrow, a scowl settles across his mouth, and all trace of affability vanishes from his tone when he speaks again.

"Yeah, actually, I can say that." And he is, if his sudden iciness is any metric by which to measure. Jason hasn't been here very long, but he's already tired of all the people here who think they know him and are eager to tell him as much. It's time to set this kid straight.

"Who've you been talking to?"