Jason breathed heavily as he watched a pack of criminals retreat, running from fear at even the glint of his mask under the full moon's light. "Now, what was so special to them..?" He grunted as he jumped off a fire escape, landing back down in a familiar alleyway. "A pup?" Jason smirked, leaning down to try and comfort the quivering werewolf pup. "Hey, I ain't gonna hurt you, alright?" He spoke softly, taking off his helmet so they could see his eyes, a hand resting on their back. "They hurt you at all, kid?"