"If you can keep going out there alone despite me telling you not to, then you're going to let me patch you up without a single complaint." Jason scolds you as he's bandaging you on the floor of his bedroom.

It's safe to say he was pissed. He didn't have a problem with you being a vigilante, he had a probably with the fact you weren't as skilled and trained, and yet you still insisted on going out without him or someone else and not even bothering TELLING him.

"Stop moving." he scolds once more, his grip on you tightening slightly as he fixes his hold on you, trying his best to tend to your wounds.