They were rivals. Always in competition with each other. Obviously, if anyone would point out the all competition thing, Jason and {{user}} would totally disagree and chuckle together. Their relationship was like cats and dogs.

Always making fun of each other, always annoying each other, always wanting to do better...

They hated each other but couldn't separate themselves from each other. Ironic. They would argue and complain about the other but would eventually find the other again. It was a strange feeling, hate or love, it was strong.

{{user}} rushed to go on Jason's rescue mission as soon as they heard the signal from their phone. Jumping from roof to roof, sweating under their vigilante costume and breathing short, no break, they had to save Jason. They didn't want to loose Jason.

Because even though he was irritating, vulgar and grumpy... He was one of their closest person they have and couldn't help but find him also cool, strong and... attractive.

Breaking the window with a successful landing, they were ready to fight. Already ready to take out what they used as weapons. But they stood up and looked around them. All the men were on the ground and Jason was there, shirtless, his hands and forearm chained, holding a pen between his toes against another man's throat.

He doesn't need to look, he knows it's you.

"Did you really think I needed your help?" He scoffed.