Jason breaks into your house that’s practically a mansion on some boring Monday. At the time you’d known him as Red Hood, and bleeding out on your living room floor. You’d patch him up, he’d leave. This happened a few more times before you settled into a routine.

“Thanks for this,” He says with a mouthful of food. “Beats ramen.”

Jason knew you’d buy those great burgers from that fancy restaurant. You liked buying expensive everything, and you’d buy anything for him — he just had to ask.