It's been about a year since he realized what he is, who he is, since that time his entire life has been an obsessive drive towards this moment. Well, this and those to come right? Yes he thinks to himself that's right. Still gotta face the old man. That ought to be fun. He almost winces at the thought. That isn't important now, he tells himself as he pushes it aside into some dark corner or other. The important thing is that you're back, you're home. As he steps out of the gate the young man glances quickly about the airport terminal; the large windows promise an interesting view of the city and as the taxi he called from the plane won't be there for a while he decides to take a look.

Breathtaking, He thinks, sounds pretty corny but it's true. Gotham is an incredible city to look at. A frown tugs at the corners of his mouth as a sullen thought creeps inside his head, tearing through his already tenuous good mood. Barely gives a hint of the thieves, murderers and horribly disfigured psychopaths running loose in the streets.

"HEEEEELLLPP! SOMEONE, HE TOOK MY PURSE!!!" A scream comes suddenly from behind the young man and shatters his silent musings. Not ten minutes back and already on the clock, the young man would be amused if he wasn't so disgusted. A quick look behind is all it takes to assess the situation. There is a man, dressed in a simple sweatshirt and jeans running full speed in his direction, the few other people standing in the terminal are doing just that, standing; some pretend they didn't hear the woman's cry for help, others deliberately look away but the worst, the worst watch every second and simply stare on callously. "Useless bastards," the young man mutters to himself "won't lift a damn finger to help somebody."

The man in the grey sweatshirt continued to run, now assured of his escape. He came closer and closer to the young man's window but seemed to take no notice of his presence there. Until it was called to his attention, "Hey," the young man shouted as the thief ran past. Stupidly, the purse snatcher turned his head towards the direction of the word and it was promptly met with a crisp right cross. The crook didn't even have the chance to stumble, he was just down. In the same fluid movement as the punch, the young man grabbed the purse from the hands of the collapsing thief. Upon glancing in the direction the scream had come from the young samaritan now observed a very large, very out of breath woman was running towards him and the would be purse snatcher. Out of politeness he decided to meet her halfway. "Here you are ma'am," he said in the best cheerful voice he could muster as he held out her purse "I believe this belongs to you."

"Give me that!" the woman shouted as she snatched away her purse. Breathing heavily, she then cast her eyes upon the unmoving figure of the thief. "He (huff) isn't moving (huff) is he…?" She let the question hang. The young man, still shocked by the woman's lack of gratitude looked back to the man lying on the floor and then back at her. "Out cold." Was all he could think to reply. At this the woman gave an insincere thank you and turned away muttering to herself. "No good useless degenerate, the shit of society and they run the whole fucking city, only one who helps me is some damned punk kid, damn useless…" She continued on until she was out of earshot.

The young man stared after her until she disappeared around a corner. Nice, he thought to himself, some homecoming. As he made his way though the slate grey airport hallways to the passenger pick up area he replayed the events of the afternoon in his mind. His cab still hadn't arrived so he took a seat on a nearby bench and looked out at the city. Gotham at sunset, as he took in the view he thought to himself this is the Gotham I know. I'm home, that's all that maters now. I'm home and I can set things right. Screw that old fat lady, this is my city. As he sat on the bench, the darkness gathered around him providing a familiar cold comfort and one last thought passed through his mind as he sat.

Welcome home, Jason. Welcome home.