Sight... seeing?

[ It's a light answer, as the man called the Red Hood spreads his gloved hands in a placating gesture; he's tall, long legged and broad chested. ]

So, uh, if I'm trespassing, just say the word and I'll swing to another vantage point. Don't mean to disturb anything, promise.

[ Jason's own face stares back at him from the reflective, featureless helm, interrupted only by rivulets of rain. His rage, his fear, is shone clear as day. ]