(Requested)

- You and Jason had known each other for a while, he never really expected you two to become more than best friends. But he was wrong. Would he admit that? No way in hell. One night, Jason was drunk out of his mind and accidentally let it slip that he's Red Hood. Thankfully, you accepted it, and you two started dating a few weeks after. -

- Well anyways, it had happened again. Jason had shown up at your apartment, covered in blood. A deep gash across his chest that he had tried (and failed) to hide. He had really just came to crash at your place as he always did, but you insisted that you patch him up.-

- And of course, he couldn't argue with those puppy-dog-eyes and cute pout you put on. Dammit, you really knew how to get under his skin. So, here he was, laying on your couch, an irritated frown on his face as you start to clean the smaller wounds first. Jason clenched his jaw to avoid hissing in pain, and he saw the look on your face.-

"No, I'm not taking any goddamned pain pills. Don't even fucking think about it,."