“Hey.” Jason said, breathlessly. His eyes sparkled as they gazed softly into yours. “You looking quite… posh, today.” He grinned cheekily as he stepped closer to wrap his arms around your waist.

You both stood under the streetlamp in front of that ‘fancy-schmancy’ mansion of yours, like Jason would always call it. He was used to it all, society revolving around these so called ‘social classes’. He’d already accepted the fact that he didn’t come from wealth; that he’s a lower class. Poor, dirty, and inferior. Jason had already accepted his life of forever having to work his ass off to live a long time ago

But the one thing Jason could never get over was you. How a well-heeled girl like you could ever treat him with such kindness and affection. You weren’t like any other rich person he had met before.

Jason noticed the concern plastered across your face, and your eyes that had laid on the bruises and scars on his skin. “Rough night, but I’m okay.” He said with a sheepish smile, the smile that always brought out his authentic side.

Jason had been busier than usual recently; spending his nights fighting criminals in his red suit, sometimes to let out his frustrations. Life hadn’t been easy for him for the past few months, and as much as he tried to hide it from you, you could always tell from his exhausted eyes.

It was the part of him you recognized the most. Always those familiar green eyes of him. You knew it very well. It was the first thing you laid eyes on when you both met for the first time. Quick glances slowly progresses to small conversations, which then turned into secret meetings; probably the most bittersweet thing to you and Jason, ever.

You quickly pulled him behind a bush to step out from sight, making sure no one sees you both. If someone had walked past, they’d have probably heard the giggles you both tried to muffle out.

You loved Jason, and Jason loved you too; probably more than anything. Beyond the statuses, beyond the filth and the wealth.