You were late, and Jason knew what that meant- it was a rough night for you. Every vigilante had them, but you had been having a lot lately.

He also knew the apartment was a mess. He didn't personally care, but you might've, so he washed and dried all the dishes, made your bed, and did your laundry.

He even preheated the oven to make you your favourite meal. A few minutes later, it beeped and he put it in.

He took it out a few minutes later, but you still hadn't gotten home. He began to worry that your food was going to get cold.

Or that something happened to you. No matter what he said or however much he denied it, you meant the entire world to him.

Luckily, you arrived home a few minutes later. He just glanced up at you from his phone, "Hey. Go to your bed. I made you dinner."

He went to the kitchen and took his hands out of his pockets to pick up the tray of still warm food, thank god.

Jason brought it to your room and placed it next to you before sitting on the side of your bed and asking, "How was your night?"