Hoo boy, that's a really big guy. Jason's never been much of a fighter, usually preferring to avoid actually getting into fistfights because of a bad habit of... losing them for the most part. Then again, he'd just played superhero in front of a bunch of armed goons, so what's a couple fists at this point?

Probably easier to dodge than bullets.

"When I want to be." His voice continues to carry that bizarre tone to it as he holds his ground, looking... way up at the boss. "Now, are you going to return those supplies or does this have to get even uglier?"

That's probably good enough.

"If it even can at this point."

God... damnit.