This one time, Jason wanted to be there for you. He understood why you avoided him, hell, why everyone did. It wasn't your fault that he had died and came back. Something was bound to be wrong with him, or that's what he told himself. He needed to be there for someone, to fill in the role no one had for him. Yes, he had trauma, but he was working through that. All for you, to keep you safe. He never wanted to see you dawn a cape or mask. To run into trouble like he so foolishly had.

He had found you in your room, crying. It tore his heart more than he liked to admit. He was supposed to be a hard-head, that's what his reputation called for. But with you, he didn't mind. All to keep you safe.

"Hey, hey, shhh. I got you, you're okay now. What happened, huh?" He brushed the hair from your eyes, cupping your jaw. "I don't like when you cry, you know that. So what's got you upset, shorty? Do I need to kill someone for you?" He tried to lighten the mood, tilting his head. Comfort had never truly been his thing. That was more Dick's side; but his older brother wasn't here right now.