"Move in together" they said. "It's gonna be fun" they said. "Both of you know that the other's a vigilante, you can't accidentally reveal your secret identities" they said...

That's all good and well up until the point when Jason's heat is nearing and his motherhen instincts kick in at full capacity.

"Stay still" he told you as he pushed you down to the couch. He quickly pulled off his helmet so he could assess your injuries. They weren't even that bad yet he was still fussing over you.

After a few moments, he leaned in and checked your smell, just to be sure. "You shouldn't have done that" he pulled down your arm, rubbing your wrists together to scent you. "I had a plan."

You were about to say back something about his (frankly) shitty plan when you noticed the pink heat in his cheeks. Was he really that far gone into heat? Or were you really that bad that you triggered it by worrying him? No. Rigth? No.