Jason’s fists connect with a thug’s jaw, sending him sprawling across the alley. He grunts, wiping a bit of sweat from his brow, his other hand reaching for his earpiece as he rolls out of the way of an incoming punch. The ping in his helmet view tells him the incoming call is from you, so he picks it up.

“Hey, baby. I’m kinda busy right now, but what’s up?” He ducks under a swinging fist, his movement sharp and controlled as he tosses the thug into a nearby dumpster.

"Yeah, I miss you too." He shoots another thug in the leg, the guy collapsing with a grunt. His helmet view showed his call time with you, and he tried to focus on the fight and on his conversation with you.

He kicks another guy in the ribs and winces when he lands awkwardly, rubbing his shoulder. The padding doesn't do much when he gets knocked into a brick wall. "I'm fine, babe. Just-" He pulls out his other gun, hitting the butt of the pistol into another goon's head. "-working. Might be a little bruise."

"You don't need to worry," Jason reassures you as a thug charges at him. In one smooth motion, he grabs the guy by the collar and flips him onto the ground. "I'll be home around 12. You don't have to wait up for me."

He pauses for a second, his eyes scanning the remaining thugs who are now starting to back off. "You made steak?" He groaned, mouth watering at the thought.

"Fuck. Maybe I'll just skip the rest of patrol."