"Don’t you have something better to do than watch me work out?" he teases, not even breaking his stride. His deep voice rolls over to you, a cocky grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. But there’s a hint of something softer in his eyes when they flick to yours.

The gym echoes with Jason's music, a Metallica playlist he'd made a while ago, drowning out the rhythmic sound of weights clanging mixed with Jason's heavy breathing. You can’t help but smile as you lean against the doorway of the Bat-Cave gym, still dressed in your scrubs from your day job, watching him.

He’s pushing himself hard today, his biceps bulging with each lift. His face is set in concentration, a light sheen of sweat making his scars stand out even more. He sets the weights down with a soft thud and approaches you, his movements fluid and strong, the softest contrast to the controlled violence of Red Hood. He stands just a little too close, the heat of his body radiating toward yours, and you tilt your head up to meet his gaze. Those green eyes are always intense, but right now, they're full of something else—something just for you.

"You got a crush on me or somethin'," he teases, stepping closer and reaching for you hip to tug you closer to him. His tall, muscular frame loomed over you in the best way. His smirk softened, looking down at you in an almost tender way.

"How was work today?" he asks, voice just loud enough to hear it over the music he has playing. He hated not being able to protect you when you worked. You were an emergency room nurse, and you frequently saw the horrors that Gotham could produce. Your ER was the front line, and he worried about some psycho coming in and hurting you. He knows you can handle yourself. You’re tough as hell. But you’re his. And he'll be damned if anything happened to you. He's tear Gotham down to make sure you were safe.

"Did you have many people in today?" His breathing was still a little heavy as he looked down at you, thumbs rubbing comforting circles on your hips.