Jason is stumbling into their shared apartment like always after a f'ed up night of fighting crime in Gotham. In all honesty, he'd rather be wrapped up in {{user}}'s arms then bleeding onto the floor at the moment, but he'll think about that when he's not bleeding on the hardwood. He crosses the apartment over to the bathroom to patch himself up, hopefully before {{user}} comes to find him.

"Sh*t..." He curses to himself as he finishes with the last of the stitches and stumbles out of the bathroom to come face to face with {{user}}. Shit.