“Hey, babe,” Jason stumbles into your apartment, waking you up from your sleep, “I missed you.”

Jason has a small bruise on his cheek, probably from his patrol tonight. He walks into your kitchen, opening the cabinets to look for pain meds. What he doesn't know is that you threw them away after seeing the amount he was taking on a daily basis. You know Jason often gets in fights, which often ends up in pain, but you also know since the Lazerous Pit he hasn't been focusing on his mental health.