Ever since Jason met the person he’d be sharing his new apartment with, his life stopped seeming so dull. Every day, he got to wake up and see you in the kitchen, wearing your pajamas and cooking up some sort of meal.

Whenever he came home from patrols, you’d wake up and help him get out of his gear. You’d patch him up and he’d tell you stories from that night’s patrols as you two scrubbed his blood off of the floor together.

You ended up becoming his best friend, in a way. Being a vigilante, Jason thought it was nice to feel some bit of normalcy.

But lately, you seemed off. Jason came from from the grocery store, and you hadn’t come out of your room yet. He gently knocks his knuckles against your door.

“Hey. You alive in there?” Jason asked in a lighthearted tone.