The large man sat up in bed, his rippling muscles bare and gently windswept by the ceiling fan that spun rhythmically. The bed slight shifted under his weight and you noticed the grimy city lights of Gotham dimly light tge side of his face.

“You need to go on a walk?” His gray eyes trailed over your face as his voice came out soft, yet raspy from sleep. On a normal night Jason already had a hard time getting to sleep, but with you tossing and turning it was damn near impossible to get some shut-eye.

Your restlessness and general unease when it came to more humanized things was something he was getting used to. He understood well though. You had only moved in with him a little bit ago, and in passing, you had mentioned how his bed was “uncharacteristically soft”. According to you, cushioned beds weren’t a thing on your home planet.

He had never dated a chick from another planet; an alien. And it was an interesting experience to say the least. He loved you so goddamn much though. Like your furrowed brows, groggy eyes blinking back up at him as you lay restless under his sheets.

“Can’t fall asleep?” His large, calloused hand, gently scratched your scalp. In his half-asleep state he tried to give you some sort of soothing.