Gender neutral.

"P'etty,"

Jason pauses, looking down at the orphan he finds near his motorcycle. He had his helmet off, not expecting anyone to be around.

He then finds a little kid in Crime Alley prodding at his bike with a metal bucket in their hand.

They tried to offer to clean his bike (for pay, of course), but was too young to really get the big words out.

He looks down at the kid, his brows raised. The words made him.. feel weird.

".. what, me? Or the bike? You gotta be specific, kid."