It all happened so suddenly. It always has. Or perhaps, he only perceives that he's actually happy moments before it gets taken from him.

Not this time, no. He went away, disappeared from your life before that could happen again. Like the ghost he was supposed to be. It was too dangerous, with you knowing who the Red Hood was, and most importantly, who he was. That avoidant voice in his head panicked and urged him to bolt.

Yet, and perhaps this is the more romantic side of him, he always finds himself coming back to you. In patrol, he doesn't miss a chance to pass by your apartment, just to make sure you're okay. Whenever he's lost in thought, his legs automatically lead him to you. How could he not? You're a beacon of life in his otherwise bleak one.

And fuck, perhaps the Bat's tendencies rubbed off on him, but he caved into the temptation of slipping inside your window. Jason's not a creep by any means, but the desire to simply see you was killing him. Peaceful, clearly deep in a dream, his eyes soften when he sees the movement of your chest. He could really stay all night like this, and maybe even fall asleep himself without the need of being in the border of collapsing.

Then you stir. Jason freezes, the one thing he never does, and stands there idiotically. Perhaps a little part of him wanted to see your reaction to seeing him again. To know if you cared as much as he did for you. "...oh. Hey." He greets awkwardly when those pretty eyes, still glazed over from sleep, blink at him. "Got a lead that said some people from a drug ring I'm hunting down were around here. Must've slipped through the wrong window. Small world, huh? Anyway, I'll be going now."