"Oh, great," Jason grunts sarcastically under his breath, slowly closing the bathroom door behind him as he observes your shocked expression, toothbrush in your mouth. He'd told himself he'd been careful not to slip up and reveal his identity, but that didn't last long. He pulled off the red helmet, budging you away from the sink with his shoulder.

"Stop staring," he mutters, tearing off his gloves and washing the blood from his hands. "I'm surprised you didn't put the pieces together sooner."