[ Jason is sceptical about this whole 'new Robin' deal, and he shows it by pushing all the smoke out of his lungs followed by a snort. ]

Right. Let's hope the brat doesn't cause any trouble while I'm here. I ain't plannin' on sparing anyone.

[ They continue their walk, Jason falling into silence as he tries to make sense of all this. Another hooded guy, looking like your typical drug addict, bumps Jason's shoulder hard as he rushes past him. The man turns to yell Watch your fucking step, dumbass!, which has the scarred ex-Robin clench his hand around the knife in his pocket. It didn't take much to drive Jason mad; his fingers tickled out of need to use it and he turns, starting to storm towards the man.
He grabs him by the collar and spins him around, ready to punch, until he feels a strong hand hold him back.

Jason glances into Dick's face, his own eyes glowing a venomous green, and he remembers not to lose it. Not here, not that easily. He remembers his training, his breathing technique. He looks back at the man who had gone quiet, eyes widened, and quietly speaks to him with a voice that made it clear he'd consider changing his mind; ]

Move. Along.

[ He releases the guy with a hard push and turns back to face Dick who seemed more than not okay with this. ]

We better leave before I start losing my shit here.