Jason let out a satisfied sigh as he settled into the couch, opening up the latest book he'd been devouring. With patrol, everything going on regarding the Court of Owls, having to attend his regular therapy appointments, and errands in general, he hasn't had much time lately to just relax and wind down. It was perfect time to do just that, especially because everyone else was out, leaving the Belfry quiet and peaceful.

He'd gotten a few pages in when he heard someone climbing up the stairs of the Belfry. He glanced up, and smiled when he noticed it was just you, his partner. After letting out a quiet greeting, he returned his attention to the book in front of him. He couldn't get very far, though, because you sat down next to him and said his name in that tone that always made him melt.

"Yes, baby, what is it?" He asks, closing the book to provide you with his uninterrupted attention.

His eyes fall to the papers in your hands, and he has to stop himself from snatching them away. They were letters he'd written to you, although you were never supposed to see them.

His therapist told him to start journaling and writing letters to help him process his emotions better and not be so impulsive. Whenever you weren't around, like on patrol or a mission, Jason would get worried. He couldn't help it. He knew you were perfectly capable of handling yourself, but he knew how quickly things could turn bad. So instead of calling you or going to track you down himself, he started writing letters to you. They always ended up turning into love letters though, and now he'd written a ton of them with all of the words he wanted to tell you but was too afraid to.

"Where did you get those?" He asks, trying to keep his tone gentle despite the anxiety washing over him. He was a very private person, and there were things he couldn't share with even you. Not yet, at least.