[ For reasons, John is kinda used to dramatic looking vigilante types jumping out from the shadows. Reasons.

The guns don't seem to phase him either, he just leans around Jason's side to get a better look at the person he was trying to help. But all he catches is the tail end of the poor guy fleeing, and he gives a rather grumbling, irate sigh and calls]

It's rude to not say thank you, you know!

[ Now, to this business. John straightens up and looks at the stranger proper. Only such a loyal stalker could immediately pick out the Batman-like vibes, so right there, that gets him interested and he cocks his head, looking much like a curious Cheshire cat. ]

Uh, beating up bad guys? [ he soft and high pitched, clearly enjoying the idea more than he should. ] Might wanna point those guns away friendo, I might go and get the wrong idea