... OK, in the hindsight of what she says next, Jason can see that his joke is an extremely bad one. Again, trying to help is turning out to have the opposite effect of what he intends, and he feels incredibly stupid for trying. Frowning, he watches her fall farther into her misery, reliving what must have been one particularly awful night. Jason's taken part in his fair share of gunfights and he's managed to walk away from them all more or less in one piece, but a shootout of the magnitude she describes would be overwhelming, even (probably) for him. There are sharp noises in an enclosed space, the smell of gunpowder and blood, confusion, and for a civilian -

Jason's mind applies the brakes at a sharp screech. There's still a piece of this story that's missing, and Jason thinks he knows what it is in that same wordless, instinctive way he knew he was dead before the timer on the explosives finished ticking down to zero. Rapid-cycling puzzlement and understanding fight for dominance in his expression as he stares at Steph with the picture of her witnessing all of the main gang leaders in Gotham gunning each other down lodged firmly in his mind.

"How did you get a file off Batman's computer?" For that matter, how did she get near Batman's computer? That thing's probably more secure than the Pentagon. "Steph - were you working with him?"