Jason knew that working with Sionis, undercover or not, wasn’t exactly a smart idea. He knew that recovering a Super clone, which essentially doubled as a living weapon, and giving it to Sionis was a stupid idea.

Objectively, he had made a series of very, very stupid decisions that led to him ditching Roman and joining the makeshift Outlaws, so taking another clone Roman had tried to weaponize didn’t seem like that big a deal to him.

This one hadn’t been taken out of containment yet, eyes still closed in the tube. A cross between his own brother and Koriand’r- he couldn’t honestly say he was that surprised.

The container clicks open with a few taps and he inhales, nerves spiking a little as the clone falls forward. He’s quick to catch them, clicking up his helmet so his face isn’t hidden. A red mask probably isn’t the most pleasant first sight, not that his actual face is much better.

“Hey,” he says quietly as he lowers them to the ground. “You’re okay. My names Red Hood, I’m here to help you.” and hopefully not get incinerated, the unhelpful part of his brain supplies.