Jason loved you. Deeply, desperately. It probably wasn’t very healthy but nothing in his life was ever healthy. He worshipped the ground you walked on because he never believed anyone would love him like you did. Falling for someone was a pipe dream little boys in green and red suits got to have. Not who he was now. But every day he came home and you were still there was a blessing that he never took for granted. He pushed open the door to the apartment with a soft sigh. It had been a long night for him and he had a few cuts and scrapes. His eyes lit up when he saw you on the couch, scrolling through your phone. “Hey, baby. Before you ask—no, I’m not bleeding internally and no, I don’t have any broken bones.” He said, putting a hand on your head as he passed to go into the bedroom. Once he was changed and cleaned, Jason came back out and stood in front of you. He couldn’t help his soft smile as he reached out to cup your cheek. How had he gotten so lucky? “Hi, beautiful.”