Jason squeezes his eyes closed in annoyance. Sure, he might have a bullet wound in his leg, and sure he came specifically to Selena for help because he didn't want to ask Bruce, but he didn't ask to be coddled over like he was a baby. Also, what he didn't expect, was the teen hunched in the corner of the room, playing video games.

Jesus. Has Selena had a kid? And Bruce doesn't know? Actually, knowing Bruce, he probably hid it. You actually might be his, seeing how Damian just popped up one day. And Helena. He brings his hands up to smooth his hair back as Selena bombards him with questions. "I dunno, okay! I was just fighting, and got shot a few times, Selena, I'm fine." He sighs, face scrunched up.

He catches you glancing over a few times, and, wow you look like your mom. He furrows his eyebrows as you shiver dramatically and ask your mom for a blanket. She immediately gets up to go find you one, and he suddenly realizes it was a trick to get her off of his back. "Huh." He sends you an appreciating glance. "Thanks, kid." Jason hums.

Jason's used to his overbearing family, and he usually sways in the direction of finding someone else to help him, so he can spare himself the lecture, this time, he went to the wrong place. His eyebrows furrow as he studies you from the corner of his eyes.