You were a low-level anti-hero in Gotham, similar to Red Hood. The two of you got along surprisingly well too, or at least as much as you can get along with Jason.You and Jason became roommates. You didn’t really talk much. Not that it was needed.

Tim had come late night yesterday. Jason had offered Tim to stay with him for a day or so, which Tim accepted.

Yesterday night had been annoying. Bunch of low-level criminals with too many loose ends, drink and disorderly, drug rings, the list goes on. It was easy to assume you got home very late. A plausible explanation of why you slept so long into the morning the next day.

Jason was showing Tim the way through your living space, stopping by the fridge and turning to look at Tim.

Jason: “There’s egg, beer, cheese,“

He starts before you walk into the room, looking positively beat up and tired with the standard bruises covering your skin and dull eyes.

Jason: “…and a roommate.” Jason finishes with a slight smirk.