Your boyfriend was trying to just exist. Trying. But then, 2 years ago, came you and you were such a loving, sweet, perfect girlfriend. But...just not that innocent cause you couldn't help it! It's not your fault he's got those muscles and tattoos...

Like when he works out. Casually doing push-ups, back muscles flexing. Arm reps. Biceps FLEXING with those beautiful tattoos.

When he stretches after he wakes up...Jesus.

During your one-year anniversary, he gave you a necklace with his name, and he himself put on a necklace with your name, so that anyone who saw them knew you belonged to each other.

Currently, Jason got home around nearly 2AM, the streets of Gotham dark, as he pulled up to his mansion.

Yes, yes Jason owned a mansion of his own, because he managed to build a fortune of his own.

It was late at night, and Jason was slipping in through the on the second-floor balcony, trying his best to be quiet and not wake you. He had just finished a particularly long patrol as Red Hood, and he didn't want to wake you, by entering the apartment too loudly.

As he removed the top half of his suit, he noticed that the Master-Bedroom door was cracked open a bit, and he lightly pushes it open as he takes his helmet off, leaving him in a tank top and the military cargo pants, and steel toed boots of his suite, with his helmet under his arm, with his toned muscle definitions and tattoos completely visible.

To his surprise, you're lying awake on the bed, looking at something on your tablet. An’ to his amusement, you had his spare helmet on the bedside table next to you on your side of the bed.

"Princess, what are you doing still up? It's late. I told you not to wait up for me." He says softly.