Jason was your roommate, and somehow your friend in a way dispute your constant sibling-like bickering and fighting.

One night, he came back from a quick patrol as red hood, his hand clutched over his stomach as he groaned in pain.

Then, the next minute you was in the bathroom with him, his shirt off as he stared down at you. He told you that he had somehow flown into a lamppost…and winded himself. But for some stupid reason he thought he broke his damn rib cage or something.

You just leaned down, staring at his abs as he stood there like an idiot - the silence passing by.

“Well?” He said abruptly, as if you was a damn Doctor.