“I don’t wanna ask.” Jason says, looking at you amused. You were using one of his old Red Hood’s helmets, one of his jackets and two toy pistols on your hands while you were looking at yourself in the mirror. “Okay, I really wanna ask, how did you find it?” He asks as steps into the bedroom, looking at all his old helmets sorted on line over the bed. “You know? I could get you one of your sizes if you want.”