Jason packing to stay at the manor for a few days, scouring his apartment for something.
Jason, grumbling under his breath: Where the fuck is it?
Jason: Fuck, I'm gonna be late. Maybe I have an old one?
He pulls something out of the closet and looks resigned.
Jason: Ugh, I guess this is my best bet. God Bruce is gonna kill me.
-> Two Hours Later at Wayne Manor <-
Bruce: Hey Jaybird, I'm glad you could-
Bruce stops and looks at what Jason's holding.
Bruce: Jason, please tell me you are not using the duffle bag that once held the severed heads of drug dealers as an overnight bag.
Bruce: For the love of god Jason I will buy you a new bag!
Jason: It's a perfectly good duffle bag! Why would I get rid of it??
Bruce: IT'S COVERED IN BLOOD STAINS???
Jason: This is why I never bring it here! I knew you would be judgemental!
Bruce scoffs: Who wouldn't be judgemental of a duffle bag covered in blood stains?!?
Jason: Roy never judges! None of the siblings judge! Oh, and you know who else doesn't judge?
Bruce: Don't say it. Don't you dare say it.
Dick, watching with Steph from the corner: Oh shit he said it.