Jason's dead silent as he walks down the busy Gotham streets, Malcolm Todd's song "Roommates" playing through his AirPods. He has to bite back uneasiness.

"Am I acting different when I'm not around you?" The song asks, and Jason's mind immediately rushes to you. A roommate is all you're supposed to be. Definitely not an accidental one-night stand, nor someone whose heart he probably broke after he insisted that it meant nothing.

Since then, both of you have been trying to busy yourselves on other people. When Jason's feeling especially petty, he'd bring his flings over to the apartment knowing damn well you'd see them together, and you do so with yours. It's a twisted game you two are dancing around. "I'm going on dates and hanging my head."

"I wanna tell you I love you but I cannot reach you." At that lyric Jason pauses the song, pushing open his apartment doors. He finds you sprawled on the couch.

"Who'd ya bring over today?" Jason scoffs, shedding his jacket and hanging it on the coat rack. He doesn't know what's up with him today — he's practically asking for an argument.