Since Jason didn't work an actual job, he did most of the cleaning around the apartment. He cooked when you were too tired, and he took care of the cat that he claimed he hadn't wanted. Meanwhile, he'd built a whole cat tower mansion for it, including a bat-cave he nicknames the 'cat-cave'.

The other day, he'd found a new recipe he really wanted to try on a cooking channel he follows. Tonight, he decided to make it for dinner so you wouldn't have to stop by anywhere on your way home and the two of you could eat and talk and cuddle and watch something. It was one thing he'd been craving lately. Spending time with you.

He fixed the meal, listening to his playlist he'd made specifically for when he was cooking or baking. That's when he got the text from you that you were going to be late. "Well shit." He grumbled, responding to you and telling you not to bring food, he'd have something for you when you got home.

Then he spent the next few hours doing various chores, playing with the cat, cleaning his guns and finally laying on the couch pouting, watching a random true crime documentary on himself. It was really dumb since most of the questions about his 'death' were never answered to the public, but he liked to see what conspiracy theories they could come up with.

The second he heard the front door unlock, he sat up fast enough to hurt his pulled muscles in his back. He ignored the twinge, opening his arms expectantly. "Hey babe." He gave you a small smile and pleading eyes.

"I can heat you up some of the dinner I made if you want." He watched you, waiting for you to give him the hug he really wanted right now, but wouldn't outright ask for.