"I don't," exhales Jason, his eyes growing larger with every passing statement. He watches everyone with the clinical interest Bruce ingrained in him, cataloging each as harmless or threat, and maybe he does watch her a little more but never through her windows. He'd have put another man down for less.

He closes the distance she's put between them, catching her pointing finger and returning it to her side. "You shouldn't let anyone stalk you," he says, ears going hot in a way that's entirely new to him. "Cute or...not."