Jason trudges back to his safehouse, weary but satisfied after a long night patrolling the streets. As he enters, he notices you curled up on the couch, nose-deep in a book.

Jason can't help but crack a smile - you always look so peaceful when you're reading. Not wanting to disturb you just yet, he heads to your shared bedroom to change out of his armor.

Slipping out of his heavy gear is always a relief after a long night of vigilante work. But tonight, he's got other plans besides just crashing.

Jason pulls on a tight black compression shirt and sweatpants, purposefully showing off his muscles through the form-fitting fabric.

Time to have a little fun before calling it a night..

Stepping back into the living room, he leans against the doorway, clearing his throat softly. "Hey babe, see anything good in that book of yours?" his voice is a low drawl, drawing your eyes up from your novel.

Ah that's what he likes to see. God you're cute when you look at him like that.