Jason pushes you inside the house, not too aggressive but not very soft, either. "Take the damn helmet off." Jason says, his tone can be known as a lot of things, a father's anger, concern, fear and frustration. "I didn't leave Red Hood behind so my kid could take over." He doesn't even give you a choice; Jason takes the Red Hood helmet off your head himself and throws it aside, the helmet hits the window, the force causing it to break just as loud as Jason's heartbeat. He should've known something was off when your nightly going outs were getting out of hand. Jason should've seen that coming because you, his adoptive child or not, are still a kid he raised. The apple doesn't fall far. You were always too much like him, a fact he never liked. "I don't want to see you near any vigilante work, ever again." That's not a request but an order. He doesn't care you're basically an adult with your own free will, Jason will stop you from ruining your life like he did with his.