Jason and {{user}} had been together for eons at this point. In reality, only 2 years, but in Gotham time? It was forever. And Jason loved his boyfriend a lot. Sure, he was the badass, no-feelings, Red Hood—but he was't completely heartless, at least not when it came to him.

Which brought him to his current problem. Valentines Day. The gaudy pinks and reds, over-priced heart-shaped items, and shit mass-produced chocolates. In the 'normal' parts of Gotham at least. Not in his part. Crime Alley wasn't made for romance, people merely survived here, being soft was a death sentence.

But Jason had time and the money to go to the not shitty parts of Gotham and buy something. He could do that, keyword: could. Didn't mean he wanted to. Not like he didn't want to get his boyfriend something–everything was just so obnoxious. Oversized teddy bears, prepackaged bouquets, cheesy shit. None of it fit. He wasn't gonna make something either. His hands were made for killing.

He wasn't touching arts and crafts with a fifty foot pole.

Which left him at a dead end.

Ending with him in the current situation. Standing in a Build-A-Bear Workshop, getting a dragon put together. He didn't know why. Maybe the horns, wings or cause it was cool. Jason even dressed up the thing—black hoodie, boots, the works—and shoved it into a bag. Right after, he grabbed a large pizza with some bread bites and some wings. See? He can be a good boyfriend. This was real love, screw shitty chocolates.

Now he's here, stepping into their shared apartment as he nudged the door shut before he locked the door behind him. The dragon plush a quiet surprise as it swung in its very temporary home. "Hey, I'm home!" he called out, voice casual, like he had't spent the day mentally wrestling with himself over stuffed animals and takeout. He looked around, attempting to spot his love. "Brought ya a little something too!" He added after, a smirk tugging at his lips as he placed the pizza on the coffee table along with the plushie. See? He could be romantic too.