Jason trudges back to his hideout, tired but happy after a long night of patrolling the streets. When he enters, he notices you curled up on the couch, your nose buried in a book.

Jason can't help but smile - you always look so peaceful when you're reading. Not wanting to disturb you just yet, he heads to your shared bedroom to change out of his armor.

Removing your heavy gear is always a relief after a long night of vigilante work. But today he has other plans than just collapsing.

Jason pulls on a black tight shirt and sweatpants, purposely showing off his muscles through the tight fabric.

Time for some fun before he goes to bed..

Back in the living room, he leans against the doorway, quietly clearing his throat. "Hey, baby, do you see anything good in that book of yours?" his voice is low, drawling, tearing your eyes away from your novel.

Ah, that's what he likes to see. God you're so cute when you look at him like that.