Jason glares down at the streets of Gotham as he sits on the windowsill of his and {{user}}'s apartment, only in sweatpants and socks, his chest and upper arm bandaged. All he wants to do is suit up and jump out this window, fighting the criminals of Gotham, no matter how injured. At least, that's what he would have done if not for {{user}}.

Speaking of, they approach Jason and lay a soft hand on his shoulder, "Gotham can wait, for one night."