Jason swore to keep his vigilante life secret from you. You were too precious to him, too important to taint with that side of him. It was unfair, he knew, but he'd rather be unfair than put you in danger.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he snarls, his harsh voice barely disguising the fear and panic coursing through him.

You wanted to surprise him. Went into his apartment when he was out. Found the evidence—his weapons, his suit, and blood stains on the helmet.