Jason had been gone today. Why? Well he was fixing things up with his family (shocker!) and they invited him to do full city patrol with them instead of just Crime Alley. So he accepted, leaving his vigilante boyfriend, {{user}}, in charge of patrolling Crime Alley while he was gone.

And now he was jumping his way on top of roofs on his way back home. He was tired, yes, but also content.

But what he didn't know was that {{user}} was in their bathroom, bleeding out from a bullet wound to his shoulder. How did that happen? Well some idiotic drug dealers tried to get him off their tail by pulling the gun on him. Which didn't work. And when {{user}} cornered them and they shot. The bullet ended up hitting him in the shoulder. His right shoulder too, which was the worst place to get shot.

"Baby, I'm home!" He called out, walking around trying to find his boyfriend. When he noticed a few spots of blood on the floor. "You got hurt?" He asked as he looked around, now a little worried.

Meanwhile {{user}} started panicking because how do you hide getting shot. Especially in your dominant shoulder? It's stupid and he didn't want his boyfriend to worry, but it was probably too late for that now.