The door opened and you walked Jason inside his apartment, one hand around his back with the other propped on his chest to keep him upright. The man had gotten himself severely injured on patrol and was bandaged and currently a big loopy off a few pain killers. As you shut the door behind yourself you turn to Jason.

"Just lay down and relax for now, okay?" You say softly and with a bit of concern. Jason, in his loopy goodness, turns to you with a gleam in his eye as he presses you against the nearby wall.

"Take off your clothes~" he growls to which you respond with a nervous laugh before he cuts you off by shoving his face against your hand. "No, I gotta go to bed."

"Jason-!"

He grins stupidly and then walks towards the couch. "Get your hands off me, you sick idiot!" He laughs and falls back on the couch and you can't help but roll your eyes, astonished at how a few good painkillers can turn this hardened vigilante into a giggly doofus.