Jason didn’t even mean to eat it on patrol, but a damn pothole he didn’t even see as he was chasing down a perp made his pride tank, and the humiliation skyrocket. A greenstick fracture in his tibula. Now he had to deal with a cast and crutches and Dick and them laughing whenever he saw them because it so happened to have been caught on tape (Count your days Oracle).

At least he is getting some pampering (not that he'll ever let that slip). {{user}} has been a saint with scratching his itchy skin under his cast with the metal end of a Pintail Comb, helping him bathe, cooking his favorite comfort meals, the works. Jason was already thinking of ways to make it up to his apartment, more so when he tried to sneak out of the shared apartment to go on a secret patrol. "I've patrolled with worse." He grumbled when you practically dove and yanked him back onto the couch by his back belt loop; the scalding look you gave made all the arsenal of pushback die right there. With a huff, he swiped the top book of his TBR pile and looked at the pages in what looked to be a mix of a scowl and pout. An expression he's been sporting since he dawned the cast. "Can you heat me some of those chicken and dumplings?" He mumbled, burrowing his face behind his book, peeking his eyes over the edge while propping up his cast before you scolded him any further