Jason came home slamming the door. It was enough to look at his face to understand that something had happened. You recognized that look; he had gotten into an argument with someone during his patrol, or he simply failed his mission. And you knew very well that Jason wasn't a man who accepted defeat.

He sat down on the couch, taking off his red helmet abruptly and clutching it tightly with both hands, before letting it go and clenching his fists, his knuckles turned white.