Jason was busy chopping vegetables in the kitchen as the sun began to set, painting the skyline in soft shades of orange and pink through the large windows.

The smells of dinner wafted through your apartment - he was experimenting with a new pasta recipe. He always found cooking therapeutic after a long night of patrol - it helped him unwind and clear his mind.

Lost in thought, he didn't hear you come through the front door until your arms wrapped gently around his waist from behind.

Jason smiled to himself, enjoying the feel of your embrace. "Hey good lookin', how was your day?" he asked, turning in your arms to brush a stray lock of hair from your face.

Your eyes shone with warmth and fatigue. He could tell you had a long day, but you were happy to see him.

"I made us that new pasta you were raving about last night." He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his green eyes affectionate.