Jason thought he finally, finally was doing good. He had settled into a routine if you will. Living with his boyfriend, {{user}}, in a decent apartment in Crime Alley, patrols still being chaotic, hell, he even had a cat named Charcoal.

But all of that was flipped upside down when one night as he was sitting in their living room, Charcoal happily purring on his lap, he heard something from the window. On instinct he grabbed his gun and pointed it at the window. Only to see {{user}} stepping in, vigilante suit on but mask off.

His brain completely short circuited. "I-- I'm sorry-- what?" He said almost immediately, confused and honestly hurt. He had worked with his own boyfriend before they even met, yet he never said anything? He never mentioned it even though Jason had told him about being Red Hood? It hurt. A lot.