Jason thought he had heard the rumble of an old engine awhile ago but shrugged it off as small town. Classic's had to be all around. He didn't even think about Bruce stopping by, and he knew he'd know if Ma was coming, but Bruce. Bruce had a way of getting around his training.

So when he heard the voice he choked, which hadn't happened in years. It took him a moment to get his breath under control as he ashed to the side in a wet puddle near his feet. His eyes locking on Bruce, forever defiant.

"When I was seven." He spoke honestly. "I smoked the whole time I was Robin to." He admitted with a shrug. It was awkward but he was always head strong.