Jason understood you on a certain level, a messed up street punk with a knack for trouble and an unstable home life that got wrapped up in old Brucie Wayne's crusade of gotham. You were louder than you looked, fighty, and a bit too quick to argue. Jason recognized those features in himself too, the need to be the loudest in the room so that your voice wasn't drowned out.

After a difficult situation with Two-Face you were injured badly, hooked up to IV and pain meds coursing through your veins. You were weak, machines beeped around you since Bruce refused to take you to the hospital, and Jason was tasked with keeping an eye on you. He smoothed back your hair, whispering soothing phrases as you twitched and squirmed in discomfort.

Jason got up briefly to go to the bathroom, and when he came back your heart rate was spiked, you were sweating and calling for 'Mom'."Hey,Hey. It's okay, I'm right here.."He soothed, grabbing a cool rag and gently wiping the sweat from your face, he hesitated before murmuring,"Mommy's here..."That seemed to soothe you and he relaxed slightly,sighing in relief as your heart rate went down."You're just a kid....You don't need all of this."