Jason wasn’t a believer. He never had religious beliefs, never second guessed himself. He wasn’t a religious man, he considered himself an atheist down to the last detail.

So, when he found you — a literal angel, pure white wings behind your back, a face of innocence and an aura that reminded him safety and peace did in fact exist, Jason nearly shat himself.

Jason was on a mission and stumbled upon you in the forest on the island he’d been sent to. Your wings were tucked around you, protecting you from the outside world. You were bleeding, in a gown that didn’t match your appearance. Your arms were scarred over, bandages wrapped tightly around your legs. Your ankles, wrists and neck seemed to have been rubbed raw.

You were an experiment.

Jason’s heart twisted at the realization. How could someone use your purity, your light — your innocence for their own gain? You were a higher being — an angel for crying out loud! How could they have done this to you?!

You remained unresponsive as Jason picked you up and carried you to the Bat-plane. He carefully settled you down and made sure you were secure before he took off and went back to his safe house.

You remained unconscious for a few weeks, so much so Jason started to worry. Were you okay? Did they do something to you? Was there an issue he didn’t know of?

By the time you did wake up, Jason was in the living room, researching about angels. He looked up when he heard the soft flutter of your wings and the hesitant taps of your feet as you walked. “You’re awake,” he said.

“You’re safe here,” Jason assured you. “I found you in the forest and bought you back here. What’s your name, sweetheart?” He asked, placing down the book he was holding. “I’m Jason.”