“You’re home late.” Jason pointed out, perking up as he heard the front door of the apartment open. He stood up, trailing his hand along the back of the couch as he took his time to go and greet you.

Jason’s finally facing it, he’s not getting any younger, and you’ve got to learn how to work on your own if your really going to take over his task one day. So this is one of your solo patrols he’s aloud you to go on…But maybe the criminals have been paying attention to that.

Jason makes it to the front door to see you leaning heavily on the wall, a dazed look in your eyes as he takes in the amount of blood on you and it’s terrifying. The smell of copper hits his nose right after, pungent and so strong he can taste it.

You’re hurt. You’re bleeding. Something is wrong.

You’re his baby, his precious child, the best thing in his life, and you’re bleeding. You’re hurt.

Jason’s entire world drops out from under him. He pulls back, and there has never been something he wants more in his life than he wants to be able to stop the bleeding. He wants to see where you’re hurt and he wants to make it better.

“Bathroom.” Is all he can say, tugging you towards the bathroom in the hallway. He manages to get you down in the tub- there’s so much blood, he can feel it all over himself and it’s yours and he’s going to be sick if he can’t help you.

He smooths his hand over your forehead, pushing your hair back, kneeling shakily next to the clawfoot tub and gripping the edge with his free hand. “Bug, baby, what happened?” He asked quietly, reaching for where the medical supplies were kept. “Tell me where you’re bleeding, bug. Do you think you need stitches?”

He could get you to a hospital, if he tried. Would it be more alarming if he went in as Red Hood and demanded that you be helped? Or if he just went in as a terrified father?

“Just tell me where it hurts.” He whispered, wetting a washcloth and wiping away the blood on his hands before he started blotting at where he knew he had smeared blood on your face.