"What? No." Jason says this like the topic is something to be denied. His face starts to twist into a scowl. He's angry. Angry at something, maybe anyone.

Maybe Jason is just angry at the world.

But then his face softens into something like fear. A pitiful expression on the Red Hood. A soft pattering of rain fills the shared apartment.

"I mean... no. No, you can't. You can't go and do that. There's got to be other options. Or safer methods..." Jason's good at planning missions. He's good at doing things solo, and he's good at ensuring safety. Most of the time.

This doesn't feel like something he can plot around. Jason's face starts to crumble into something akin to heartbreak.

"You're going to leave me." Jason says it like this is final, something set and stone. He tries to reach out, to interlock hands. But even with holding hands, Jason feels like everything is slipping through his fingers.

It hurts. His heart hurts. "I don't want that. I don't want this."