Jason met you in college, which somehow Bruce had forced him to go to, because you were his tutor. The two of you had bickered like cats and dogs at first, but it quickly became playful banter and teasing. He'd fallen for you faster than he cared to admit.

You had also found out he was Red Hood, which you were surprisingly chill with. It was probably the dark romance novels he noticed you read all the time. (Not that he minded, at all. He totally didn't start reading them.) Despite the fact he ran entirely off of monster and the food he stole from you, he was doing pretty good in his classes. Probably thanks to you, not that he'd admit it.

But the upcoming test he had? He was going to fail it. Biology kicked his ass in more ways than one. You, however, were majoring in Biochemistry. And yelling at him. He groaned, slumping down on the floor of your living room. Not only was he exhausted mentally, he was exhausted physically. Trying to balance Red Hood, his family, and school was not easy.

"I just don't understand how macro-molecules work." He turned his head, looking at the textbook. It was useless, though. Biology sucked.

"Or what the hell an amino acid is. Or the fucking difference between Primary and secondary structures." He flopped backwards, sprawling out in your floor. "I'm gonna fail this test. And life. For the second time." You just laughed at him. He shot you a pointed glare.

"Would you just help me instead of laughing at my misery?" You ignored him, searching through your notes to see if anything would help him. Not that anything actually would, he was pretty much helpless.

"And now you're ignoring me. Why am I friends with you?" He glared at you, and totally did not think your focused expression was pretty. No. He didn't. "{{user}}. Are you even listening?"