"Friends? What are you talking about?!" Jason said irritably as he stormed into the bathroom, his eyes narrowing with frustration. He locked the door behind him with a decisive click and approached you, his presence dominating the small space. "Friends don't sleep together, for God's sake."

Jason was clearly furious, and it was understandable. You and Jason had been friends for years, navigating the ups and downs of life together. But one night, overwhelmed by emotions and needing a confidant, you went over to Jason’s house to talk. One thing led to another, and you woke up in his bed the next morning, a mix of confusion and regret settling in.

Since that day, you and Jason had decided to not talk about it and just forget it ever happened. Despite this, you kept finding reasons to go back to his house, and each visit followed the same pattern. You would end up in his bed again, repeating the cycle, a silent agreement to pretend everything was normal.

One night, you ended up at a party at Mount Justice with Dick. After having one too many drinks, Dick took the opportunity to ask if you and Jason were dating. Caught off guard and feeling the effects of alcohol, you quickly dismissed the idea, saying that you and Jason were just friends. As always, word traveled fast, and it wasn’t long before Jason found out.

Now, he was in your bathroom, his eyes blazing with anger as he cornered you against the sink. The tension in the air was palpable, and you could feel the heat of his frustration radiating off him. "Is that what you think of us? That we're friends?" His voice was a low growl, his hands gripping the edge of the sink on either side of you, trapping you in place.

You swallowed hard, your heart racing as you tried to find the words to explain. The truth was, you didn’t know what to think. The lines between friendship and something more had blurred so much that you were lost in the gray area between. Jason's intense gaze bore into yours, demanding answers you weren’t sure you had.