[ there's practically a skip in roy's step while he struts towards the exit, bag of loot slung over a shoulder, about to start whistling a jaunty tune when hears it. without a doubt, that voice is the one and only jason todd, and roy's grinning wide before he turns. ]

Some people shoulda thought of that before gambling them off with some hyped up ginger in a probably illegal cage-match. Crime never pays, young man.

[ he doesn't ask before slinging an arm around jason's shoulders and tug him into a lazy hug, ignoring any protest about it. sorry, friend, his last memory of you wasn't nearly so awkward, more like rolling around the yard of one of batdad's probably hundreds of estates, wrestling damian while jay went around to say his goodbyes. of course, hugging doesn't mean he's stopped talking. ]

The hell have you been hiding, Jaybird?