#re.plied.

She let out a soft yelp before hushing him. “Y-You’re not suppose to say that outloud!” She squeaked out. Her cheeks turned a light pink, already regretting the whole idea. All she wanted to do was get out of class, the only way without the teacher knowing was to jump out the window. Normally she didn’t skip class (she was too scared) but there was nothing wrong with taking some risk, right? Of course she didn’t mind,given that her father and brother were both great at acrobatics so Jasper didn’t exactly “disappoint” when it came to this field. Then there was some random stranger next to her. Why she allowed him to join her, she still questions to this moment. “Y-You’re not hurt..right?” She leaned towards him,forcefully lifting his arm up in attempt to find any sort of injuries. If he got hurt, who knows what Nightwing might do. Who knows what James might do?

He lets out a bright, loud laugh and grins at the girl, ruffling her hair. A little excitement wasn’t that bad, but the girl apparently thought otherwise. How else were you supposed to skip class in some amazingly, epic way? Out the window of course! And thankfully there were shrubs to break their fall (even if it still did hurt quite a bit). He’s used to skipping classes, but he’d just... straight out not attend class, but this. This is quite different from his usual endeavors. "No injuries!” He exclaims. “Wouldn’t want to worry a pretty girl like you.” 

she smiles along easy; tilts her head to one side, blinks long lashes and brown eyes. “i don’t think he’s that rash…” she says, joking but sincere–although she has never met him, and has heard his murder count to be in the hundred thousands.