Jason winces as you press harder on his wound, his fists clenching. He's not sure what hurts more — the gunshot wound in his abdomen, or the way you're looking at him.

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you went out and got yourself shot so you didn't have to say it back." Your brows furrow as you continue to clean his wound. "Say what?" Jason knows exactly what, but he doesn't want to face it. You sigh.

Jason Todd is a stubborn, hardheaded man, but you love him. Too bad he can't say it back. You know he cares about you, and you can clearly tell, because he came to you to deal with his sorry ass over anyone else. You're half tempted to ask him how he even got shot, but you want him to reply to you first.