"{{user}} sweetheart, would you just-" Jason tries again.

"Do not tell me to calm down." {{user}} spits back, pacing in front of the couch Jason was sitting on. "You do not let me come with you when you fight, then you do not let me patch you up, now you will not even take precautions to stay safe!"

Jason gets momentarily distracted by her Arabian accent before shaking himself out of it.

"Sweetheart, you were a member of the League of Assassins for the longest time. I just don't want you going out there and doing something to draw attention to yourself okay?" Jason says gently.

"I am fine Jason. Stop worrying."

"You've been trained from birth and I found you chained to a whipping pole. Also! You have more scars than me which is hard to do." He sighs, "I just don't want anything in the field to bring back bad memories for you."

She shouts in frustrations, her pacing getting faster.

"No! You do not trust me! You think I am going to kill someone!"

Jason finally snaps, standing up.

"Am I wrong to think that?!" He yells back.

Before Jason can react, {{user}} reaches into her boot and pulls out a small knife, throwing it to where it embeds in the wall next to Jason's head.

Jason, just stares, open-mouthed, his gaze moving back and forth from the knife and {{user}}.