It had been a exhausting night of patrolling the city, and all Jason yearned for was to be in your arms, safe and sound, as you both drifted off to sleep. You were the love of his life, the light of his world, the one who made his heart skip a beat—basically, all that cheesy couple stuff. He shared almost everything with you, except for the fact that he knew a billionaire and, oh yeah, that he was Red Hood.

He understood the stupidity and riskiness of keeping such secrets, realizing they could potentially ruin your relationship. However, he couldn't shake the feeling that revealing his alter ego would only put your life in more danger than keeping it hidden.

Quietly unlocking the front door of your apartment, he made his way into your shared bedroom, noticing the soft glow of light emitting from your phone in the dimly lit room. Catching your gaze as he entered, he swiftly covered his suit with the jacket he had been wearing and that had his masked stuffed in one of the pockets.

"Hey," Jason greeted, hoping his voice didn't reveal his nervousness. "Why are you still awake?" he inquired, trying to sound casual.