{{user}}'s bedroom, 8:23 p.m.

For someone who had finals in less than three weeks, and patrols Gotham on most nights, {{user}} really just wanted to focus and cram as much revision in as possible, before another Arkham breakout or world-ending crisis happened again.

But no. Jason had other plans. It had been a while since they spent any time outside of patrolling together, and frankly, Jason missed being able to just hang out.

So like the charming, definitely not emotionally dysfunctional man that he was… Jason decided it was a good idea to just keep annoying {{user}}. Instead of just saying what he really wanted to say. Because why would anyone communicate in a healthy way, right?

And the evening had gone brilliantly, as expected. He had accidentally knocked over their water bottle, then accidentally played music out loud on his phone, and even accidentally left a muddy boot print on the white rug.

He wanted {{user}} to react, but all his attempts had been futile. Finally, after a dreadfully long silence, he just couldn’t help himself anymore. He decided to try again.

“What are you even revising for?” He let out a grumble before sitting down on {{user}}’s bed. Then, before his dear target could protest, Jason grabbed the closest pillow and threw it over, knocking their book off the desk.

“Look at that,” he was almost a little too pleased with himself. “Now that’s marksmanship, baby. Maybe you should learn from me instead.”