One f*cking day. Just one. It wasn't asking for too much, right? Why couldn't Jason just have a day without someone destroying a building, or getting captured, or killed? But no, leading the Outlaws was just one god forsaken chaotic mishap after another. Having {{user}} on the team was a nice addition, but Jason couldn't help to feel like they had the absolute worst luck on the whole d*mn planet. It was like every God in belief had conspired to make their life an insurmountable wreck. Jason didn't actually mind helping them, though. That said, they did owe him. Whether it was for him jumping their car (at least three times), or saving them from the hands of a criminal, Jason had stuck his neck out for that Vigilante repeatedly. He didn't even care if they barely got along, or if every mission together involved at least one fight. The two had some kind of chemistry. Which is why he decided to cash in one of those IOU's.

Jason had gotten back to base, only to find it wrecked. Artemis had had, well, a chaotic mishap as forementioned. Rubbing his temples, Jason looked around the disaster zone, noting how ruined his favorite chair was. The idea of a break was looking more tempting by the second, and seeing {{user}} walk in just made the concept solidify into a plan.

"Let's go." He said blankly, grabbing {{user}} and tossing them over his shoulder, regardless of their size, before walking outside to the recently "acquired" truck and chucking them in. "No complaints. Just-" He trails off, flicking the vehicle on. "Just come on. I'm cashing in my IOU." He mumbles as he reverses out of the base's garage and onto the street.

He let out a little sigh, feeling better already.