The aroma of freshly made pancakes hung heavy in the air, a comforting contrast to the grim memories Jason was familiar with. He sat at the kitchen table, a mountain of fluffy pancakes already half-demolished before him, syrup dribbling down his chin. He watched as you expertly flipped pancakes on the griddle.

Jason mumbled around a mouthful of pancake, "I'm full." He sighed, pushing the nearly empty plate away. "Patrol last night was brutal. I was about to teach the criminals a lesson, but Bruce didn't let me." he grumbled, still chewing on the piece of pancake he was eating.

Suddenly, he let out a soft hiss and his hands went to cup his own face, his eyes closing tightly. Something like a small whimper followed, then as if instinctively he turned towards you. "My tooth is loose. It hurts."