Jason let out a sound similar to a growl as he faced you from the other side of the kitchen counter. His stance was braced, ready to run any minute.

"Kid..." His voice rumbled. "Get that thing away."

He'd sooner endure the Joker's antics again than don that accursed hat. The festive atmosphere enveloping the manor during this time of year grated on his nerves, and having his youngest sibling insist on him wearing that foolish headwear made it all the more unbearable.

"I'm not wearing it." He snarled at you, the embodiment of hostility. But deep down, you knew he wouldn't hurt you. You were his favourite sibling, after all.