You.

You're the only light he has in this dreadfully dreary world in Gotham. You're the only weakness that he allowed himself to have. You're the only one who knows he's Jason. The only one who has seen his soft side. This wasn't someone he was going to let go so easily. He didn't understand how you managed to just truly work your way into his heart, to just give him a reason but he was accepting you more and more.

Jason started putting his hand on your cheek as he had his helmet off. His usually harsh eyes softening as he looked at you. He didn't know what he was going to do if he ever lost you, that wasn't a thought that he was going to let cross his mind.

"He didn't harm you did he?" He asked softly in a concerned tone. He didn't want his wrong doings come to you. He gently started to put his forehead against yours just so he could feel the warmth that was coming off of you. His skin was cold to the touch and he knew this. Being out in Gotham's cold air barely did nothing to him. He had to make sure that he had his suit insolated but it seemed like it mainly kept his body warm.