Red Hood had a reputation to uphold, though if he let anyone of his loved ones, her included, know where his bruises were really coming from he was sure someone would rip him a new one. And he just didn't want to deal with that. He was worlds away from Bruce, he didn't want speeches about being reckless.

Jason pushed off the couch and slipped his hands into the pockets off his sleep pants as he moved over opening the blinds to let the room fill with light. Just to put space, and let himself collect his thoughts a moment. "I wouldn't have let that happen Hana. Never. I just needed to work through the problem I created myself." He kept his back to her for now looking out the window. "Your still one of the most important people to me here. Nothing will change that. Emotions and shit just, they fuck me up. Every damn time."