"No, you just shot up like a weed," Barbara let him go from the hug, poking him in the arm. "Like a weed who works out." Something in his demeanor changed at the topic of Bruce, and she started to feel anxious all over again. She supposed she should just be thankful that he was alive and not worry about how complicated things could became.
There was a reason she had called him a criminal. The Red Hood wasn't a new name in the city, but they all knew that some fresh blood had taken up the mantle. All the while, that had been Jason. "We could go talk to him. You don't have to..." She looked down at the mask. "Just talk to me, Jason. What is that about?" She pointed down to the thing at his feet. "I know what that madman put us through, and I know about going to extreme measures to...crawl out of that hole. But he's dead. It's over."