It was always right when you decided to do something you were sure you'd regret that some assassin decides to kick in the door to your favorite balcony. No? Just the select few children chosen for the world's coolest, or most horrifying, internship program? Well okay then. But the point still stands. Jason had barely opened the door from his chosen hideaway when the distinct sound of shattering glass rang throughout Wayne Manor's main hall, followed by screaming, gasps, and all manner of expletives from the members of Gotham's high society. No sound he hadn't already heard a thousand times, of course. Being sidekick to Batman exposed one to all sorts of things you'd never see otherwise. Like a dwarf maniacally obsessed with Alice in Wonderland to a photosynthetic plant woman. You could see it all in Gotham. And you thought Metropolis was bad.

Jason didn't take long to react to the situation. Bruce and the others would probably be evacuating the civilians and getting into their respective suits long before they dealt with the imminent danger of a man holding what appeared to be an automatic rifle. What was odd about it was that the man hadn't fired off any warning shots or ordered a retreat, he just stood there, staring. It didn't take long to guess as to who the man was looking for, though the glowing eyes certainly didn't help Jason's mood. That just meant he either had cybernetic enhancements, was some kind of demon, or had lazer vision. Jason was really hoping for the former. At least he could deal with a robotic hit-man.

It'd only taken him about three seconds to get into a dead sprint along the walkway towards the now desecrated balcony door, benefits of having nobody around him and not wearing loafers. He noticed the assassin noticing him and ducked under the wooden railway as the man reacted by firing a few rounds at him. It'd been awhile since Jason's blood rushed like this. Probably because he hadn't had to evade gunfire for nearly a year. Honestly, could he have one day back in Gotham without immediate threat of death? Re-death?

Grabbing one of the wooden posts at the end of the walkway he was on, Jason used his momentum to spin around into a routine kick to the jaw. While the mysterious stranger reeled back for a second, Jason definitely felt a twinge in his right foot. Steel-toed boots and that still hurt. It was like kicking titanium. Any non-vigilante human would probably have broken every toe in that one motion. Well, that settled it, definitely some kind of cybernetic.

"If you're looking for the husband and bride to be, you're not doing a very good job." 

[i]That's it Jason, just keep him distracted and hope he doesn't have lazer eyes. That would suck.[/i]