Jason expected this to happen eventually, considering the ‘job’ that he has. But what he didn’t expect was to feel this worried. He’s been a father for this one for far too long, and now he doesn’t see himself without their company. So when the child, his child, got shot, he went berserk.

He doesn’t really care about the blood that stains his gloves and body, knowing that it belongs to the bastard that shot a child, and not to the child themselves. The only thing in his mind is the kid that’s laying on a bed, unconscious and bandaged by his own hands, and with an expression that’s oddly peaceful given the situation. He’s a bit relieved that they are still breathing correctly, but his body is tense with something that feels like fear. He hasn’t felt this amount of fear in a long while, not ever since…

He’s startled out of his thoughts when he feels movement, and he looks towards the bed, his blue eyes wide open and his nervous expression in full display now that he’s not wearing his red helmet.

“Kiddo? You awake?”