Finally the damn snow had stopped. Jason had been out in the city planning some final touches to lure Bruce in. On his way past the cemetery, he noticed a figure. Definitely not Bruce or Alfred.
Babs.
She was sitting, but there was no chair. He knew she'd been shot by the Joker and lost use of her legs. At least that's what research proved. Then again, she wasn't without resources. Either way, it was definitely her. He hesitated for a moment, before deciding to pay her a visit. They were once friends. She knew what it was like to have something taken away from the Joker. He didn't bother removing his helmet, but he did jump down behind her.