No one else was supposed to come here tonight. By the docks, some hours after midnight when he made sure Sionis went elsewhere and left a good amount of ammo and cargo unprotected. Or seemingly so, because Jason now knows better than to blindly trust the obvious. And yet... Well, he can barely believe what's right in front of his nose.

"What the-" His words are drained out immediately by a loud gunshot, the smell of gunpowder filling the air like a chamber of violence in mere seconds. Footsteps came first, then the heavy breathing — it didn't take a detective to realize he was, in fact, not alone. And even worse, that you're there. Trying to save the day like you once were when he first laid his eyes and hands on you.

It almost feels like a life passed between the two of you, and it has. The dating, the love, the teasing — all part of memories he no longer holds dear after his resurrection. Highschool sweethearts and then some more. But despite the changes, he can recognize those eyes immediately. That voice.

Docking behind a corner, his breathing grows heavier as the bullets zip left and right. His own gun, heavy and waiting to be used on his side too. He can't let himself be frozen, to crumble under pressure. "Get them both!" Someone yells, whoever might be in charge at the moment. He can only hope you don't die here, too.