[The last several days have gone from annoying to aggravating. Someone's clearly interfering with business. From the way his people have described the incidents, it's likely a new player in town. Some stupid heroic type who thinks they can stop him by putting on a spooky act. Something about the way his people get tied up stirs something in Jason but he can't point out what it is.

But as infuriating as it is to lose business, the worst of it is the graffiti. Jason's been struggling to put into words why it bothers him. The small voice in the back of his head gets louder whenever he sees that R or the bat. It doesn't make sense. Those symbols shouldn't mean anything to him, should they? Frankly, even if it weren't for the business disruptions, he finds himself unable to ignore the symbols.

Jason stalks into the warehouse with one his handguns ready. The signs of entry are too obvious. He knows he's likely walking into a trap but he needs to know what the hell is going on. For now, Sleeper will let him fight alone. Whatever's going on feels personal to Jason specifically. But Jason's also taking comfort Sleeper will pounce in and take over as soon as they sense something's gone wrong. Jason just hopes it doesn't have to come to that]