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ISDOR SPRINTED THERE I- *WHEEZE*

Jason finds out he has a new talent

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“What kind of person takes a child hostage?” Jason sneers down at the unconscious man in a ski mask. He wishes he hadn’t fallen unconscious so easily, Jason would have been more than glad to hit him a few more times. 

“Someone desperate,” Tim replies. He’s untying the mess of rope around the hostage’s hand. He’s young, maybe three or four, and is making small noises as if he’s trying very hard not to cry. 

“Or just an asshole.” 

“That too.” Tim smirks. He finishes untying the boy and moves to crouch in front of him. “Hey kid, let’s get you back to your mom. I’m sure she’s worried to death. Kid?”

The kid stares up at Tim with wide eyes, his lower lip wobbling. He sniffs and makes a high sound as tears begin to spill over and down his cheeks. 

“Oh no,” Tim says and looks more scared in the face of a crying child than Jason has ever seen him. 

Jason sighs. “Watch this guy. I’ll get the kid.”

“Oh cool. Good, I’ve got the- yeah.” Tim scrambles away from the boy and over toward the failed bank robber. 

The boy has worked himself up into sobs by the time Jason reaches him. He crouches where Tim was with a little distance between them but opens his arms in offering. He’s surprised at how quickly the kid runs into his arms but doesn’t let it stop him from clutching the child to him and rubbing his back as he lets it all out. 

He looks over the boy’s shoulder and almost laughs at the sympathetic look Tim is giving him. Instead he returns his focus to the boy and tries to comfort him as his cries begin to quieten. He doesn’t even complain when the boy very obviously wipes his nose on the sleeve of Jason’s jacket. 

“What’s your name?” Jason asks when his cries finally die down. 

“Izzy.” Izzy yawns after. Today must have taken a toll on him. 

“And your mom?”

“Lyra.” 

“Was she in the bank with you?”

“Mhm.”

“Wanna help me find her?”

Izzy nods eagerly. 

Later, once Izzy is back with his mom and Tim is safe from the threat of tears, Tim thanks him. “You’re good with kids,” he says. 

Jason’s flattered and feels himself grow warm. “I’m okay with kids. You’re terrible with them.”