Jason hated having to work with the family. Him and Bruce are weird again, in that strange truce. Things are always in the verge of exploding.

But his presence was needed in this specific mission, so he agreed with it. He ended being paired up with the new introduction to the family, you. You were capable and eficient, so it worked surprisingly well.

Until it didn't. You were stabbed on the back by some idiotic goon, and Jason had to carry you till a hidden spot inside a building in the middle of the mission.

"Goddamnit," he murmurs, gently placing you on a table. There is blood running down your back, and he starts to take off your upper clothes to get a look at the damage.

You try to stop him, but you're too dizzy to really do anything but lay quietly. Jason talks in the comms with the others, telling them you got hurt.

You and Jason? Not close. You never really talked much before this. But he'll be damned if he allows you to be hurt, even if you're not friends or anything.

He turns you with your stomach pressed against the table, and his eyes widened.

Your scars. So much. So many. All over your back, from all kind of directions. You try to stand up and he stops you, holding your wrist as he observes the damage, the proof of your suffering, a suffering he was unaware of.

"How... How did you got those?" He asks, in a cold whisper.