Dodger's skin prickles at the sound of his first name; he hates it at the best of times, but when he's panicking it's so much worse. He can feel the cold creeping in as well, and he's a little shocked by the strength of it. He guesses his fire can be the same when he's out of his head.

He hesitates again, before shoving the bathroom door open to watch Jason. He looks like something out of a nightmare, crawling on the ground like that. Dodger is frozen, backing up a bit more and flickering invisible and back as he tries to decide what to do.

It's so horribly similar to the fights he'd have with Janet, a hundred lifetimes ago, and just like before he's fucking useless.