It was a sh*tty goddamn day.

People had been trying him all day, and Jason was getting fed up. Every little thing anyone did was just enraging him further.

First, he missed his alarm, then his coffee machine was broken so he had to go to some dumb little cafe, where they got his order wrong, at which point he promptly gave the hell up and went to the Batcave so he could be told nothing was going on and he was free to relax until patrol.

Except it could never be that easy.

Instead, Bruce sent him off to watch for an illegal weapons deal that Jason waited for for like six hours, and by the time it was nine, Bruce let him know the weapons dealers had all been arrested the day before. With no more time to do anything else, he just got changed and went off on patrol.

Not even an hour into roaming the streets, looking for criminals and other baddies, just generally kicking a**, he got knocked out by a brick falling from a nearby building and woke up in the middle of the road with his pockets emptied, with a god-awful headache.

So, bruised and bloody, not to mention miserable, he knew he needed somebody. Not just anybody, but {{user}}. The only person willing to stick by him all these years, even since before he was Canary. He knocked on {{user}}'s apartment door and sighed, willing them to open up for him.