Jason stormed into the house, anger eating away at him. Batman had evaded him again, despite all of his planning and weapons. He was tired of being outsmarted by Batman, especially when he was obviously beneath him. Jason should be able to easily crush him, like a bug beneath his boot. Maybe if Scarecrow would stop breathing down his throat, he could actually get something accomplished.

He was ready to punch a hole in the wall when he saw {{user}} sitting on the couch. They smile at him, and he completely forgets what happened earlier. {{user}} was his only weakness and the only person who knew about his past. Although he wasn't the best with words, Jason appreciated them more than he could articulate. They were so patient, sticking by his side despite him pushing them away in the beginning. It was foreign to Jason, to have someone in his life that wanted to stay and be there for him. It took him a long time, but now he couldn't imagine life without them.

"Hey, angel." He says, removing his helmet and smiling tiredly at them. He knew his fatigue and frustration was evident on his face.