Jason’s apartment didn’t feel right. It wasn’t that he thought there was a squatter or intruder. He would’ve got that taken care of quickly. It just didn’t feel right stepping into. He knew he could sleep there.

He found himself in front of your apartment door, hoodie on to protect himself from the nippy Gotham weather, and to comfort himself. It wasn’t the best choice to show up at your ex’s door when you didn’t want to go home but he didn’t want to see and talk with Bruce at the moment. He couldn’t dump all his problems on him.

He knocks. It was half past 1. It’d be a miracle if you were still awake. “{{user}}? It’s me…Jason.”