Jason's eyes narrowed at Nataku's reply. Christ, the kid had what? Hospitalised himself? Because he couldn't disobey his old man. If he ever met the asshole they'd be having a niiice long chat. For as many days as he could make it last.

"Jesus, kid. That's messed up." Fucking understatement. His hand had unconsciously wandered up to rub at the scar from Bruce as he thought how completely unsurprising the whole story was. Family. Always the fucking same, no matter who or where you were.

Focussing back on Nataku, he asked "And if your old man showed up here? What then?" If the kid had stabbed himself rather than disobey it didn't suggest anything good would happen in the fucker was brought to this place, no matter how much he might deserve it.