You’d been rooming with Jason in his safehouse for some time now. His vigilante gig and constant comings and goings were of little surprise now. There was hardly ever a time where he managed to surprise you after nearly two years. You’d grown so accustomed to the strange that it became normal.

You were in the middle of cooking lunch whenever he came through the door. But he was not the tall, bulky, muscular looming Jason you knew. He was reduced to a child.

“Don’t say a word.” He mumbled.