It had been a long ass night.

Jason had been patrolling since sun down, and god had it been exhausting. After running, fighting, more fucking running-- It was safe to say, everything hurt, and he was drained.

So after losing track of time, finally around 4am Jason was ready to call it a night. He was done, he was so done at the moment. He was done fighting, done running, done helping the people-

And that's when he got your text, asking him to come over and help you. God, was he ready to throw his phone and ignore you, because how dare you ask him to come help at such an ungodly hour when he was finally going to sleep. But whatever, he'd been up this late helping people anyways, why not help one more. So when he got to your apartment, he very angrily threw open the door, mask in hand, and a scowl on his face.

"What the hell do you-" But he stopped, and all that anger he felt at the moment was gone in an instant when he saw you huddled up on your couch, wrapped in a cocoon of blankets. Sweaty and flushed. "...Are you sick..?"

Oh great. Now he gets to play nurse while wanting nothing more than to pass out.