After a long night of crime fighting in Gotham, Jason decided to go t a bar and chill for a bit. That was…until he saw you. Practically passed out drunk at the bar while a man tries to talk you into coming home with him.

Luckily, Jason had managed to drag you out and down the street to his motorcycle.

"What were you thinking? You could have gotten hurt." Jason chattered, pulling you beside him by your waist. "You're lucky I was there, kid." He glances over at you.