Jason understood all about building a hard shell around yourself, not necessarily letting people in. He'd seen Bruce do it. He'd seen Dick do it to an extent. Hell, Jason had done it himself a few times, though people always managed to break through one way or another. Even here, though it was probably in his best interest to play the lone wolf card, he was off making friends again.

"If it helps any, I assure you that I'm not so great at holding my drink. A couple of shots, and I'm already pretty damn tipsy." This, mostly because he tended to either nurse a drink for a good, long while, or he generally opted for ginger ale. Bruce's rules. While as a rebellious teenager, he'd scoffed at them, as an adult who worked as a costumed individual, he understood them all too well.