You are meant to fight alone. To be alone.

The words still haunted him. Even more now that he'd spent so much time in the Red. He had some of his answers and other he thought would take him a lifetime to learn. But the immediate crisis had passed and he had some time to himself. Only...he didn't want to be by himself. He followed a familiar loneliness out of the Red and into...an apartment?

"Jason," he said before it really registered in his brain whose voice he'd been following to get here. Well. That made sense. Dick was never short of friends and it never seemed like a little alone time would bother Kory. Tim and Rachel were close enough and Rachel was in school anyway. Where Tim was, Bernard was probably close by. And Conner was off with Superman.

It made sense that the echo of his own solitude would be found here. In Jason's lair. That probably had traps. Crap.

"I come in peace!" he called, knowing that the place couldn't be empty. The Red brought him to people, not to abandoned places. "It's Gar. I, uh..." How to explain how he'd appeared in a flash of light? "Thought I'd see how you were doing?"

That'd fly, right? Had to.