[Well, it's a damn good thing Jason's completely unarmed here, otherwise something would be making its way toward Superboy's head. Jason settles for glaring at him instead, but he doesn't seem surprised to see him hovering above the ground.]

Well, if I'd known there were superheroes about, I would've been stealthier about it for sure.

[No, he wouldn't. Jason gives him a good looking over, points at his shirt with an eyebrow raised.]

They handing those out to everyone these days?

[Jason's dressed pretty plainly, pants and boots and grey armored shirt - no insignia, no weapons, no mask. There's the start of fresh bruising on his scowling face, swelling fingers and traces of blood in his ungloved right hand, plaster dust in his hair. He is not in the best shape, truth be told.]