Being best friends with Jason Todd was interesting, to say the least. Having grown up on the streets together as kids, youd known him practically your whole life. You were one of the first people to know that he'd come back from the dead about two years ago. You'd been the one to gently talk him out of doing something he'd regret.

Ever since you'd both gotten your own apartments, one of you would be with the other. Almost every night, Jason would invite you over or knock on your apartment door to come cook dinner with your while you sat on the countertop and talked.

One night, you even found him curled up on your couch. He claimed that it was because he didn't want to wake you up when you'd already been sleeping and your scent had helped calm him down. But that's normal with all of your close friends, right?

You found yourself stealing his iconic leather jacket, with the excuse of it just being a little cold in the apartment. He didn't mind, of course, claiming that he runs a little warm due to the after effects of the Lazarus Pits. He may have made that up just so that he could continue to see you in his jacket, but he'd never admit to it.

Jason had fallen hard for you, whether he realized it or not. Usually, he was so smooth with every person he had interest in: shamelessly flirting, making eye contact, and even acting upon his impulses to take them home. But with you, it was different. He found himself stuttering over his words and getting lost within your eyes.

Tonight was no different, Jason had invited you over to watch a movie with him and probably crash for the night. You'd both made dinner, talked, and chosen some action film that'd recently come out.

Currently, you were both sitting on the couch of his small and cluttered apartment: your legs draped over his lap as he absentmindedly massaged them, claiming that he needs something to do with his hands. The movie was playing in the background, but neither of you paid much mind, too busy stealing glances at each other in secret.