Jason was a good kid, or he had been once apoun a time. He wasn’t really good or a kid anymore, but to be fair he had a mother at home who needed him. He was the only source of income in their house, what with her being addicted to crack which had finally reached Gotham and his dad being dead. So he did what he could to get money, stealing, fighting, watching out for cops and he had even thought about turning tricks a few times. He never went through with it, despite every pimp he had asked for facts on the money part telling him that if he let the right person pop his cherry he could get well over two hundred dollars.
His search for money was what lead him to be standing on the street corner, his current job was watching out for cops while one of the local drug dealers was setting up a business deal. When he saw the red head he could practically feel how out of place she was, she didn’t look like a cop either. “Hey, flame head. What'cha doing here?” Both Jason’s word choice and tone made it very obvious he was from crime alley.