"I had it handled," Jason insists. "I was just… stalling."

He's in the middle of helping to tie up the goons the two of you took down— and nursing his forearm while he does it. By the way he's angling it, it's obvious he's trying to hide the injury from you.

He's surprised you showed up to help. You patrol Blüdhaven. Not Gotham.

He spares you a glance every now and then— somewhere between nervous, awed, and annoyed.