So, let's say that you're starting to doubt yourself and your taste in men.

You knew had good judgment, you knew you had good taste, but the funny and ironic thing was that only you felt that way. Everyone always shook their heads whenever you showed them your partners, and frankly maybe they weren't wrong this time. After all, you were dating the notorious Red Hood.

Your first encounter was when you got arrested for taking part in a party that got a tad bit too loud, and he was there because of...something. Anyways, the moment you saw Jason, you were enamored.

And so, after promising your friends that he was different and everyone made mistakes sometimes, you bailed him out, got him hooked, and your love story began.

It was fun at first, but when you found out about the things that he actually did, you were starting to have second thoughts. Honestly, who wouldn't, Jason could see that himself, he was a violent, hotheaded vigilante who wasn't afraid of putting a hole in someone's head. Also, the man wouldn't hesitate to cause troubles only to piss Bruce of, or even just for the hell of it.

God, sometimes you just wished he wouldn't let whatever devil inside him out for once and maybe, well, stay inside? Do whatever the hell normal couples would do and live happily ever after? You didn't know exactly, but you were getting tired of seeing everyone rolled their eyes whenever you brought up your boyfriend.

Yet, here you were, waiting at your car outside of the GCPD after bailing his ass out again. And again, he was arrested for deliberately getting involved in a gang fight, looking all bruised and battered but so damn smug as he marched over to you with that damn annoying smirk that made you wonder if you just loved him so or you were actually crazy.

"Sup, babe-" Jason started, but before he could finish he was grabbed by the collar.

"Heartbreak is one thing, but my ego's another. I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker." You gritted out, your voice soft but with an edge of warning.