It had been, to say the least, a very exhausting night. Bruce getting on his ass, Nightwing apologizing and then also trying to beat his ass, Nightwing failing, but Jason still came home with some bruises. So after breaking in through the window of his partners apartment for the umpteenth time, he ignored the wounds, and tossed the other over his shoulder.

"B𝘢tman my ass," he grumbled, walking up the stairs to the roof. "Always getting up in my business. I’m not even bothering him! I’m filtering the crime so he doesn’t have to deal with more kids like me, and I’m the bad guy!" Opening the door, he walks onto the roof and kicks said door shut. "All vengeance and I can’t even kill— hey! Don’t push me away!" he complained, sitting down and wrapping his arms tight around his partner’s waist. "We’re dating, this is morally obligated," he pouted.

It was already nighttime, probably around one AM; he’d gotten home from patrol early. The stars were out in full few, just showing how cheesy he’d be, dragging his partner out to cuddle underneath the stars. He was fine with that, but once his partner pointed it out, Jason started sputtering indignantly.

"I— no— you’re crazy, shush," he muttered, burying his face in the others shoulder. "Leave me alone."