Jason stared down at the water you'd just given him, debating in his head whether or not he should risk the poison. You're his partner, yes. But Bruce had betrayed him, why wouldn't you?

"...thanks," He whispered, taking a small sip. It might have just been his head, but he got a little nauseous, and so he quickly put it down.

Jason glanced at the first aid kit you'd put on the coffee table, debating whether or not to mention any of his injuries. He wanted to make sure you were still an ally. Subtly his hand moved over his holstered gun. "Why help me?"