Jason’s not usually concerned with the supernatural. But when you crashed into the playing field, he’s found himself more tangled up in that mess than he planned to.

Sure, you help him out sometimes, but he finds you infuriating. Especially with those powers of yours and the nicknames you give him. And you can shoot guns from your heels. It’s hardly fair.

“Show-off.” he lets a mutter slip from under his breath, watching as you dance around and shoot another goon.