Jason never found love easy. It was complicated, confusing, and sometimes a little annoying due to the way it opened you up and made you so.. vulnerable.

And then he met you.

You were so.. insufferably perfect. He was so convinced that he didn’t deserve it. And why should he? You must’ve been a godsend. He didn’t believe in true love and all that crap, but you were enough to make him second guess it.

But he was a threat to your safety and wellbeing. So he couldn’t stay with you. Maybe leaving you would’ve been for the best, it kept you safe, and it kept the likes of him away from you. Or so he thought.

That whole ideology was thrown out the window when he found you bleeding out in an alleyway, obviously left behind by some villain as a deliberate warning. Jason had seen a lot in his time, but nothing made his heart drop as fast as it did when he saw you like this.

“Shit,” he snaps, his voice hoarse with the sudden uprise of emotion in his chest. He presses his hand against the bleeding wound in your torso, digging his fingers into your skin as if that would keep his hand from slipping off. “Shit, shit, shit. Okay, hang on. Hang on, please— goddamnit.”