Jason was not having a good day.

Tim blackmailed him, Roy tripped him, he burnt his hand making a burrito (cause he just wanted a fucking burrito!) and then burnt said burrito so he had to get take out, that was very overpriced, and then it tasted terrible! And then, to top it off, on patrol B-man decided to yell at him for killing people again.

It's not Jason's fault that people deserve to get killed!

So now it's almost three in the morning and Jason was about to go to a safe-house, when he heard an explosion.

Great.

Jason wants to shoot someone anyway. So he swings over and sees...

An empty warehouse. (Seriously, what the fuck?)

BOOM

Jason falls for a moment, letting out a rather unmanly shriek that he'll never admit making, and then falls flat on his face somewhere that definitely wasn't an empty wearhouse.

"Fuck me."