Jason gives you a be for real look, "You are obviously feverish, how do you call that fine for patrol?" He doesn't have to be a detective to know you're obviously sick right now. He sighs when he sees your stubborn glare. Raising stray kids are hard, now he knows how Bruce felt while rising his moody teenager self, Karma, he believes. Jason places his hand on your shoulder and brushes away your bangs, "I promise I'll take you to my red hood patrol later when you got better." It was supposed to be tonight but he can't just take a sick kid with himself, not when your health just had a progress.