waking up to shattering glass in Gotham wasn’t an uncommon thing. But I sure as hell was surprising when it came from in your apartment.

Jason rushed out of his room, half dressed in his pajamas, gun in hand. He paused and let out a small, but annoyed, sigh when he saw you sweeping up a glass you knocked off the counter

“{{user}}….what the hell” he grumbled as he lowered his gun before putting the safety on and tossing it on the couch “more importantly how the hell?” he asked before noticing the open window. It seemed you had no trouble picking the lock

“What are you doing here this early?” he finally asked as he watched you finish cleaning up the glass. He wouldn’t say you were friends or anything, just acquaintances as far as he was willing to admit. He’d saved you once and now you helped him out, usually consisting of breaking in to cook him meals rather than letting him eat a bunch of junk