— Giving me coffee and telling me to rest is a bit contradictory, don't you think?— Emerald eyes shifted to the cup he held on his hand, the steam flowing out of the small bowled-shaped container meant it was freshly made. The blonde's touch on his cheek didn't make Jason wince for he had gotten used to the pain, instead he simply allowed the current Batgirl to examine the wound as he stood still.

—That and... You have to drink that coffee. No excuses, big sips —Spoiler brought her right hand to Jason's cheek and touched the wound with her fingers to see if there was no blood at all.

— Alright, if taking care of a bruise is means you'll stop bugging me about it, go ahead.

—That was when I wasn't around. We have to take care of ours, and unless you prefer me to bother you all day, let me help.

— I'm the tough one, remember? I can handle a small bruise just fine.

—There must have been or I will find you fainting somewhere. Look at that bruise, let me put something on that.

— There's no rest for the wicked.