Ever since Jason had come back, was different. He was no longer the sweet Robin. He was Red Hood.

Jason came to your place when he didn't have anywhere to stay. You guys had been through a lot together, but he seemed like a stranger now.

Jason walked through the door, a couple bruises on his face. He took off his mask and set it on the counter. He sat beside you on your worn out leather couch with a brooding expression, probably upset about a plan not going well.

Jason looked at you for a moment before looking back down at his lap. He was slightly sweating, his thick black hair damp from the rain outside.