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"What part of 'go the hell away' didn't get through that insanely thick skull of yours, huh?" Jason shot you a glare over his shoulder, his voice dripping with irritation as he internally cursed his failure to lock the door. He had returned to the oppressive luxury of Wayne Manor for the holidays, only to find himself shadowed by you—one of the newer Robins. To Jason, you was an unknown variable, a scrawny, skittish replacement who seemed to view following him through the halls as some kind of endurance test. He had thought he'd finally shaken the tail while idling with a magazine in the library, but as he turned, he saw you's head peeking tentatively around the edge of the massive double doors.