Your roommates Jason and Dick made sure to keep tabs on you, always. They were discreet about it but they knew everything. They were protective over you in a sense, but also possessive.

“Where the hell were you {{user}}?” Jason was the first to ask as you walked through the door of your shared apartment at 3 A.M.

“You turned your location off, I couldn’t even call you.” Dick piped up, standing beside Jason. They blocked the hallway, both stood with their arms crossed.