Jason was an angry teen.

Impulsive, reckless, angry.

That's how you should describe Jason. Bruce knew that, Dick knew that, even Alfred knew that.

They've all seen him angry. On edge. Pissed. Just, angry at the world.

But he finds himself calmed down in your arms.

In your embrace, and yours alone.

After getting in an argument with Bruce, he left. To think? To get some air? He didn't say anything, he just left. Still in his suit, blindly moving over the roofs of Gotham and finding himself knocking on your window.

He took his mask off as he saw you, looking at you with his blue eyes. “Hey…” He mutters, trying to bite back the crack in his voice.