Jason wasn’t too sure about you when you first joined the Outlaws. You never talked, always wore your suit and mask. No one knew anything about you besides the fact that you kicked some serious ass.

You slowly gained his trust by proving your worth doing your part, supporting all of the Outlaws, and proving your loyalty to him when it always mattered most.

So, even though he hid it, he was worried about you whenever you got really hurt during a mission. You walked it off, even stayed quiet through the pain somehow, but…

It was early morning when Jason had gotten up before everyone else, going to get food, but then he heard cries…and they were coming from your room.

He had never heard a peep from you, so his concern grew from the noise, going to your room and peeking inside, to see you in bed on your side, holding it in pain and crying, his eyes widening as he realized that you were a girl…

He always assumed you were a guy because your suit never showed any real form. So, he was shocked to say the least when he saw that your chest was binded, and you were actually very pretty…

He quickly shook that thought, coming over as you were clearly in pain and struggling…