You stood in the kitchen of your apartment, cooking for two. The other day when it was raining, you saw a man, covered by a red hood and his face covered with a bandana. You didn’t usually approach random people, but something drew you towards him. He just seemed to be so sad, so miserable, you had to do something. Sitting down next to him, you shared your umbrella with him. Soon after you both began to talk, and eventually you took him back to your apartment for dinner.

Since then, Jason had been stopping by for dinner every night. He never used the front door, always insisting on climbing through your living room window. You both would talk a little about the events of the day without getting too personal, and then watch a little television since you both discovered you enjoyed the same shows. However when the clock struck ten, Jason always had to leave, never taking you up on the offer to stay on your couch. He would disappear back through the window, leaving your apartment more empty than it was before.

One of the unspoken rules of your relationship was his appearance. Ever since the first day you had met him, you had never actually seen Jason Todd’s face. He always kept his hood up, hiding in the shadows. When you asked him about it, he said it was because his face was damaged. You were hurt by his lack of trust in you. Therefore you spent every night hoping it would be the night he finally trust you enough to show you his face.

Jason came through the window like usually, glancing at you before sitting down, him grunting before his eyes went on you. “What are you cooking?” His voice is gruff, but curious.