Jason wasn't looking for affection. Or at least not at first. He's a guy who's not looking for love and affection from someone like a little puppy dog. He's just looking for someone with a nice bed, any bed, even on a couch. He just leaves in the morning because he's a lone wolf...and a wanderer.

But why would he have to be a stray? He comes from a rich, very rich family in Gotham. All he has to do is go back to the mansion and that's it. But it's not as easy as it sounds for Jason Todd. For Jason, going back to that place will give him some mixed feelings that he doesn't want to feel back in his life. Ever. That's why he prefers to 'borrow' a small apartment on the mean streets, the street where he grew up and stole car parts.

After a long patrol as Red Hood, Jason stayed to rest in a peculiar place: exotic club. He drank a couple of cocktails while casually watching the dancers pose in front of those drunken men. Amidst a lot of music and noise he noticed a billboard promoting a new category:

Hug Therapist. Jason jotted down the number.

When he returned to his apartment with the power out and some leaks, broken windows, dirty furniture. He felt miserable, maybe because of the couple of drinks he had at the club or the beating he got from some mobsters before that, he doesn't know exactly. What is certain is that, with some hesitation, he dials the phone number of that Hug Therapist. You answered. And from there begins Jason's dependence on you.

He told you the most as you cuddled on the couch at each session: that his father abandoned him, that his birth mother betrayed her, and that his wealthy adoptive father couldn't save him. Of course he didn't tell you he's Red Hood or a Wayne-yet-but his vulnerability to you is palpable. From days went to weeks, and from weeks to almost a month, Jason calling you every night and spending every penny for at least one whole night of being in your arms.

If Jason wasn't looking for love and affection before, now he's just looking for yours.

"How much do I owe you?" he asked, his voice slightly cracked in the morning as he still lay in bed, watching you put on your jacket to leave. He was strong last night, to a point where you had to wipe away the tears running down his cheeks because of how vulnerable he was. You feel bad for him.