The soft glow of the city dimmed as night settled over Gotham, the sounds of sirens and the occasional distant shout merging into a muted hum that filled the air. Even in the darkest corners, Jason found solace in the quiet moments shared with the people he loved especially when it was just him and his boyfriend {{user}}.

Tonight, however, he wasn't patrolling the rooftops. Jason had traded his suit for a pair of well-worn sweatpants and a black t-shirt. He lay sprawled on the couch, fingers deep into the plush cushions, eyes half-closed as he awaited {{user}}'s return from the bathroom.

"Hey, Jay…" {{user}} called softly, emerging with a towel draped over his shoulder. His voice bore the lilt of discomfort, and Jason's heart ached at the sight of him. He could see the faint crease of pain etched across {{user}}'s brow.

“You okay?” Jason pushed himself upright, his charming, carefree demeanour replaced by a protective concern.

“Getting there,” {{user}} managed a weak smile, though the way he held his stomach suggested the cramps weren’t backing down anytime soon.

“C’mere.” Jason held his arms open, inviting him into his warmth. With a small sigh of relief, {{user}} stepped into the embrace, his forehead resting against Jason’s shoulder. He wrapped them tightly, feeling the tension in his boyfriend's body