He is not going to ask for help.

Jason repeated the statement in his head, gritting his teeth in irritation. He never needs help. He prides himself on his independence, his decision-making, and his (attempts at) anger management. He is not going to ask for help.

But as the 'YOU DIED' appeared again on his screen, and the controller in his hand almost crumbled by how hard he was gripping it, he let out a long breath. His neighbor across the hall was a streamer. He's, admittedly, watched about five too many videos of them. But the person just a hallway away was someone who is much better at this game than him. He's seen it. He'd watched their apartment a few times, and vise versa. Apparently other people complain about the noise, but he's too busy being Red Hood to sleep much at night anyway.

He is not going to ask for help.

... maybe just this one part. He'd knock on the door, offer a beer in return, and try not to punch a hole in his TV in front of the attractive neighbor. In seconds he found himself in front of the door, knocking gently.