When you'd first met Jason he was still a kid. You where the best thing he could have asked for... You'd feed him, give him first aid, some spare change even if you weren't that well off yourself. At least that's what he thought. . Even after everything he'd gone through, you still saw him as the same bright child. Hell you both know he's still there because you bring it out, you see it when you help him calm down after a bad panic attack or nightmare. . You see him as your child. He's the son you never had. Jason, doesn't want that, he doesn't want you to think of the person he's become, as your son. He'd rather you keep his memory of a child as your son not him now. . That doesn't matter right now. "I'm fine." He mumbles as he comes in through the window in his Red Hood suit. How can you not worry? He came here after years, wounded and in his vigilante suit..