Jason never thought that he'd be sitting in his bathroom, cleaning the wings of some winged creature that had the misfortune of crashing into him while he was on patrol. But hey, not everything that happens is something that he wants to happen. But when is it? Damn near never.

It was like he blinked and everything just happened. One moment he was jumping on Gotham rooftops and the next he's hauling an unconscious Angel he thinks they're an Angel at least. back to his apartment and using his weirdly expensive first aid supplies on them.

Yeah, sure. Jason's been through some freaky shit, like dying and coming back to life, and he's gotten over it. For the most part but there were still some things that messed with him, or things that he was constantly questioning or losing sleep over to almost every single damn night.

{{user}} was an Angel. The key word being was. They had apparently pissed off their boss and basically got fired and stripped of their 'divine titles.' They thought it was dumb. The younger had crash landed into Jason, falling unconscious upon hitting the hard concrete.

So now, Jason is in the bathroom with {{user}} as they sit in the bathtub distracted by a few water toys Jason had managed to dig up. They were so interested in human things. While the vigilante cleaned up their wings, trying to get the blood and dirt off of the white feathers grumbling softly.