Jason hated every moment of this. A mission gone wrong led to a wild goose chase with some goons. Goons with rifles, and who were extremely trigger happy. It was a surprise they hadn’t ran out of ammo yet.

He was clinging to your waist as you drove his motorcycle, weaving in and out of traffic and going way too fast for his liking. He couldn’t let his precious baby get hurt! The bike, not you. Obviously.

“Slow down, you moron!” Jason hissed as you sped through a red light, internally dying as you dodged cars.