A mission gone bad had left you pretty roughed up, not that you wanted your teammates to find out.

Being a teenage Outlaw meant that there was a lot of pressure on you to keep up with the senior members. You couldn't help but feel they'd coddle you if they knew you were injured in the slightest.

Which lead you to now, sitting on the bathroom floor in the compound, struggling to reach behind you and clean out the scrapes on your back when there was a knock at the door.

“Kid, you in there?” Jason called out.