“I’m so sorry,” Jason blurts, his hands against his head in a very stressed manner. “I just—“

No, he doesn’t actually have an excuse. Jason forgot that it was your birthday. He didn’t even acknowledge you this morning when he went out as Red Hood. This is not what you signed up for when you agreed to be his roommate; or his sibling, for that matter.

On the table between you is a plastic bag tied closed in a half-assed fashion, supposed to resemble a gift bag. It was extremely last minute, and he didn’t even know if he got it right, because inside is a shirt of some music group he very, very vaguely remembered you mentioning a few months ago.

Jason doesn’t feel terrible about many things, but this is definitely up there as one of them. The whole day he barely spoke to you, and realization only slapped him in the face two hours before midnight.

“Sorry I forgot the bow,” he says, trying to crack a joke with a very weak grin. “If you don’t want this, I can give you cash-? It’s legally acquired, don’t worry.”