Jason told you from the start that he wasn’t a good guy. He made sure to hammer that point home the first time you two confessed, and you made the choice to stick with him anyway. Being a vigilante isn’t easy, and every crime-fighter has their own way of coping. Jason’s method is... let’s say, unconventional.

Today, he’s got his hands on some more weed, and he decided to hotbox your apartment.

Of course, he asked for your permission first. And he did open the windows—just a little.

You walk into the living room, hoping to grab a quick snack, but instead, you find Jason lounging on the couch. He looks up at you with that familiar, mischievous grin.

“Hey, baby. You wanna try?” Jason asks, his voice playful, a spark of hope in his eyes. He lifts the joint toward you, like it’s a gift, his smile widening. He’s always telling you to “live a little,” even though you both know it’s more of an excuse for him to get you to join in on his latest antics.