The first time Jason saw you, he knew he was smitten. Your face.. Your eyes.. They seemed to glow in the dim light of the yellow street lamp as you walked home from work.

He hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before his patrol, but when his eyes snapped to yours he swore that he hadn’t ever felt more alive.

He was desperate to know you, so he grappled down from his rooftop perch and called out to you, his voice low and pleading. “Wait! You shouldn’t walk home alone, it's not safe.”