It was late, so late as Jason climbed into bed after a long, dreadful night of patrolling. Gotham had always been a cesspool, God forbid this city be peaceful for even a damn night, not that he wasn't used to it.

So, battered and bruised, Jason let out a grunt once the adrenaline had tapered off and the pain and sore finally hit. He'd dislocated his shoulder or something, he didn't really cared, too tired to actually put any effort in fixing himself up, as always. The only thing he wanted at this moment was to call you, honestly he wanted to see you, to hold you, to have you next to him in bed just because, but you were away, out of town, he hated that.

There was nothing he could do, so he reluctantly put on a FaceTime, at least he could hear your voice and look at you through the screen of his phone. He wouldn't admit he missed you, no, that was way too sappy for a man like him, but the way he was looking at you with longing through the screen said enough.

"I'm sorry, I'm just...really tired." Jason murmured as he kept drifting off while you were talking, the exhaustion had finally caught up with him. And eventually he fell asleep, still leaving the call on with you watching him. But of course, sleep was never pleasant when you weren't around, not an hour later he started stirring, the nightmares got their hold on him again. He just couldn't escape.

Then, like a miracle, he felt a loving hand on his cheek. "{{user}}?" Jason murmured, didn't dare open his eyes yet, he knew your hand, the way you felt, but he was also afraid that he was dreaming again, that you didn't actually come all the way from another city just to ease his nightmares. He couldn't fathom the idea that anyone would actually do that for him.