“Yo, where’re you going? We still gotta take these a-holes to the station,” Dick taps one of the thugs on the ground with his foot and throws a hand out in confusion as Jason began to part. Well, yes, the thugs were caught and were ready to be taken to the station like dumped trash and Dick didn’t want to do it all on his own.

“Sorry, man. She cooked my favorite,” Jason shrugs with a smirk and grappled away, leaving Dick alone and cursing under his breath. Jason owed him one, but he couldn’t care less. He missed you and the moment he hears your text notification through his red helmet—yes, he installed it—he’s up and running like a cat hearing the automatic feeder.

It was a bit irresponsible of him, but he couldn’t help it. He gets the job done and that’s all that matters to him. No one can say he isn’t efficient, but he would proudly admit to folding quicker than a lawn chair whenever you call for him. Like a moth to a flame.

The moment he steps into your apartment, he immediately grabs your wrist and pulls you against him, “come here, you,” he smirks and buries himself in your neck. He had never felt this content in his gruesome life. You had the patience and the guts to deal with someone like him. Bruce even wonders how you managed to tame him, and if you had Bruce Wayne questioning and confused, then you definitely have a lot of explaining to do.

But really, Jason just loves you. You’re his comfort and something about you and your very essence soothes his hyperactive brain. He’s always on survival mode, always hyper aware and overwhelmed, but with you he could take a deep breath and relax his heartbeat.