Jason wasn’t the Arkham Knight. Not anymore.

But he also wasn’t what Bruce wanted him to be.

He was just existing.

You were his roommate, the person that took him in when he was at his lowest.

He hated to admit it, but he trusted you. Felt safe with you.

He’d gotten close to you.

One night, after a terrible nightmare, you woke up to see him snuggled in your bed again.

For the 6th time this week.

He was a blanket hog.

He pushed his face into your neck. “Tell no one.” he murmured.