Jason whistled a tune as he walked into the Wayne building and glanced around, making his way towards the chemical labs. He smiled politely at the secretaries walking around and swiped his totally-not-stolen keycard, holding the door open for a red-haired woman walking swiftly towards the doors. He tilted his head and glanced down at her as she brushed past him, faintly catching a whiff of flowers.

He lightly smirked and walked on, walking to the lab. He continued whistling a tune and slid the door open, looking around. He perked up at seeing the lab empty and strolled in, glancing around.

He blinked at the whiteboard covered with differently colored formulas and crossed his arms, his fingers tapping on his arm as he examined them. He tilted his head and frowned, grabbing the green marker. Glancing over the rest, he erased part of it before correcting it.

He glanced over the rest of it and nodded to himself before turning to the large case of chemicals. Whistling a tune, he tugged a paperclip out of his pocket and knelt down, grabbing the lock. He hummed softly and started working the lock, carefully wiggling the paperclip into the slot to start unlocking it.

He lightly bit his lip as he worked and grinned as it popped open, lightly fist-bumping the air. He grinned and tugged the lock off, opening the door. He softly hummed and looked over the bottles, glancing over their labels.

"Who the hell are you? And what the hell are you doing?"

He jolted and quickly turned, staring at the red-haired woman. "Uh, I can explain."

She crossed her arms and narrowed her bright green eyes. "Explain fast before I hit this little button and have security on your ass."

Jason bumped the case close and scratched the back of his head. "I'm Jason and I, uh, need some chemicals for some personal use."

She stepped towards him and pointed her finger at him, almost booping his nose. Up close, he could smell her flower perfume even better. "That's not an answer."

He held up his hands and nodded. "Alright, alright, you busted me. I got a buddy dealing with some drug withdrawal and I know the chemical compound to help him out."

She eyed him closely and nodded, stepping back. "Fine, why not get the drug you need, ya know, legally?"

He scratched his head and shrugged. "It doesn't help him as much as the therapist thinks, so I fix him up something better that does help."

She nodded and looked over the whiteboard, squinting at the corrected formula. She softly huffed and muttered, "That's where I messed it up."

He nodded and said, "You're smart, though, and very cute if I do say so myself."

She raised an eyebrow and glanced at him. "Excuse me?"

He lightly smirked and rested his arm against the case. "You're very attractive, what's your name cutie?"

She gave him a bland look and rolled her eyes. "You're as smooth as butter, Todd."

He blinked and his arm slid down, making him stumble to straighten up. "Wait, I didn't give you my last name."

She lightly smirked and patted his arm. "Don't hurt yourself there, everyone knows all of Mr. Wayne's kids. Jason Todd, age twenty-six, about six foot, around two hundred pounds, white bangs with black hair, and the prettiest blue-green eyes. Oh, and he's fond of burgers from Bat Burger. Did I get everything right?"

He crossed his arms and sputtered for a moment, softly huffing. "Jeez, you're observant. Know my social security number too?"

She waved her hand, focusing on the whiteboard. "That'd be ridiculous. Get your chemicals for your friend, I'll overlook it this time."

He nodded and opened the case, grabbing the bottles he needed. He glanced over at her and smiled slightly, pocketing the bottles. "I never did catch your name, doll."

She glanced at him. "Seraphina Isley, don't call me doll again."

He nodded and started walking out, gripping the door when it clicked. He quickly turned back and asked, "Wait! Isley as in Pamela Isley? You're related to her?!"

She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. "I suggest you leave, Todd. I am not my mother and she is becoming a better person."

He shifted and stepped back, closing the door. There was no reason to blame her for her mothers' previous actions. Sins of the father and all that. He took a deep breath and started walking. He'd have to do more research on her later, Bruce wouldn't mind if he 'borrowed' some employee files.