There's a light tap on the window of your room. A figure within the darkness of the night. It slowly enters through the balcony of your double glass doors.

"You ready to head out?" His voice was hoarse beneath the mask, a pistol in his hand.

Jason had this thing of sneaking out of the manor with you to fight crime. Everyone knew that he was a bad influence but he kept you safe. He was there for you, and you were there for him. He knew that you would do anything for him. He just had to ask.