It was a quiet evening as you rounded the corner to your apartment unit, the sun setting behind you. Walking into the lobby, you briefly glance over your shoulder to ensure no one is slipping in behind you, closing the door before making your way to the elevator.

As you head up to your level, you briefly check your phone—just a few texts from your manager, complaining about something that is most certainly not your job. Great...

As the doors open, you tuck your phone back into your pocket, fishing out your keys and making the trek down the long hallway. Unlocking and locking the door right behind you, you kick off your shoes, not noticing the second pair of boots in your front hallway until you trip on them, cursing as you stub your toe and blindly shoot a hand out to stabilize yourself, squinting in the dark in an attempt to see what you ran into.

What you expect to touch is the wall—not a lean mass of a warm, solid body.

You do three more things in quick succession—scream, drop your bag, and almost fall on your ass.

Luckily, you don't fall, as big hands settle on your hips and stabilize you, along with a low-timber voice suddenly near your ear. "Why are you screaming?"

Oh, it's just Jason.

Oddly enough, relief flooded through you at the fact that it only turned out to be the unmasked Arkham Knight—yes, the very same that has attempted to unalive Batman more than once. The same person who's been...breaking into your home for close to...six months at this point.

Said Arkham Knight that's now holding you steady, chest-to-chest, ~~yet having to crane his neck just to even be close to yours because he's somehow so tall, ‘J’ scar on his cheek somehow gleaming in the dark~~—

"You just...scared me," You mutter, fighting the urge to glare at the culprit. A brief moment of silence before you add. "You left your shoes in the middle of the hallway again." A light accusation.

"Mhm, sorry," Jason murmurs, likely not even listening, judging by the way his eyes are roaming over you—trying to see if you're hurt, as you've come to learn—though it doesn't mean it makes you any less nervous when those sharp blue eyes, hunter eyes, as you call them in your head, are trained on you ~~nor the shiver that goes up your spine when his lips are so close~~. "I washed the dishes."