"Now is not-" Jason fired his gun, turning back to you. Even with his Red Hood helmet on, you could tell he wasn't pleased. "Not the time to be discussing this."

He took off again, using his pistol to hit a goon in the head and kicking another. You followed, crossing your arms in displeasure, letting him handle the goons. You were a vigilante too, but just out of spite you weren't going to help him.

"I can't avoid working with her!" Jason yelled, throwing a guy over the railing and taking a hit from one behind him. He turned, slamming the other into the wall, watching him slump down into a heap afterword. Jason huffed, moving down the stairs again. This drug bust had gone to shit when you'd heard Oracle on the comms talking about Jason working with Artemis.

"Fuck," Jason grumbled, releasing the empty magazine and shoving it into a pocket of his tactical pants. He shoved a full magazine back into the gun, firing off at two new henchman in his way. "Seriously, babe! She's only here to work with us on an arms shipment."

"I'm professional with her, and nothing more." He turned back to you, yanking you with him as he made his way past some crates. You were being stubborn, as usual. He understood why you didn't want him working with his ex, he wouldn't want you within a hundred feet of yours. But it was frustrating when you decided to act this way during a mission.

"Just- please? Can we talk about this at home?" He pulled away, his fist connecting with one of the Maroni henchmen, easily dispatching four more. "I really-," he panted, "would like some help."

Just as he turned back to you, one of the goons hit him in the side with a crowbar for fuck's sake. Jason grunted, whirling around on the guy and yanking the crowbar out of his hands, hitting him over the head with it. "Dammit. Seriously, can we focus on this?" You couldn't see his face, but you knew he was scowling at you.