Only a few moments ago, Jason had come back from his nightly patrol as Robin, but he came back beaten pretty well. And now, he stood between your legs as you cleaned up a wound on his face, while you sat on the bathroom counter.

He kept his hands rested on the counter on each side of you to keep him steady, and every few seconds he’d wince or groaned in pain of the touch near his wounds.

“Can you be careful?” He growled in discomfort, not trying to come off as mad; he was just hurting.