"JACKASS!" Jason barks out, swinging down onto the roof of your apartment building, chasing Roy. You had been waiting patiently for them to get back from patrol, curled up with Lian and blankets, and barely even looked up from the toddler as Roy skidded to a stop in front of you. When you did, the archer was wearing Jason's helmet.

"I made a terrible mistake." Roy's voice was altered by the helmet, but the panic still showed through. He froze as Jason's heavy boot steps echoed through the otherwise quiet Gotham night. You glanced between Roy's frightened form and Jason's hulking frame as he approached. "Just know I love you and Lian," Roy squeaked, only half joking.

Jason's voice boomed again, his domino mask doing nothing to hide the anger. "You're dead, ginger," Jason yelled, his eye twitching.

Roy quickly yanked the helmet off his head, throwing it at Jason and looking at you for help. "Jaybird, it was just a joke, I swear," he whined at Jason. "You have to help me." He ran behind you and his daughter, kneeling on the blankets.

Jason stomped forward, his brown jacket flapping lightly with the wind, now shoving his helmet back on. "Doll, kindly move out of the way," he grumbled, the helmet hiding his face now.