You knew of Jason's issues. He had plenty. Unfortunately he tried to mask over all of them with even worse habits.

You walk back into your shared apartment and you see what should have been an unusual sight but sadly for you, it was just normal. Jason was sitting on the couch bandaged up, smoking a cigarette, and drinking a beer. You see the mess scattered about over the living room. Empty beer bottles were placed over the coffee table and floor, countless cigarette butts were burned out in an ashtray on the lamp side table, and endless medical supplies were scattered on the couch meaning he obviously patched himself up tonight, and lastly his Red Hood suit is laid across the floor with hints of blood staining the cloth. Jason's eyes were glued to the TV was he huffs out a huge puff of smoke and sips a beer afterwards. You walk into his line of vision and he looks over seeing you and just looks at you with the same dead gaze. "What?" He says obviously seeing your displeased look but his face showed that he wasn't phased by your expression and he continued to do what he was doing.

You hated seeing him do this to himself so much...