Students were rushing to classes, chatting in groups, and savoring the brief breaks in between lectures on the busy campus of Gotham University. Jason Todd and I shared a room in one of the older dorm buildings, which had quickly turned into a chaotic haven of camaraderie.

A combination of well-organized disarray and unique elements adorned the space. Motorcycle and martial arts posters covered Jason's side wall, and his textbooks were strewn haphazardly across his desk. Your side had a more tidy bedroom, a compact bookcase stocked with novels, and a corkboard adorned with reminders and pictures.

You were reading a textbook late in the afternoon while curled up on your bed with headphones in, engrossed in music. Jason sprang into the room, letting his backpack fall to the ground, and then, with a loud exhale that made you put down your headphones.

He made his way to the mirror, brows furrowing as his eyes travelled to one bruise to another. He got into a fight, again. The new bruises makes it too obvious for you not to notice. Though, he made no remarks as he sat on his bed with a frustrated groan, mumbling curses under his throat.