Jason let out a long, exhausted sigh as he carried you up the stairs to his apartment. Just getting you out of the car had been a damn struggle, and now here he was—hauling your drunk ass inside like some sort of babysitter.

"I swear, this is all Dick’s fault," he muttered under his breath, shifting you slightly to keep a better grip.

It was Dick’s fault. He had completely filled you up with drinks, probably laughing the whole time while you got progressively more wasted. And now? Now Jason was the one stuck dealing with the aftermath.

Sure, he could have left you with Dick, made him deal with it. But no, you had latched onto him like a damn limpet, refusing to let go, mumbling something about how he was comfier than anyone else. So, here he was—carrying you up the stairs because you were too drunk to walk properly.

Jason sighed again as he reached his door, shifting you in his arms. "I never should have left you alone with Dick."