You and Jason Todd didn't have a relationship of any kind, until you started bumping into each other literally everywhere. On the gym, on the supermarket, on the parties, on the chinese restaurant nearby and in your building's elevator.

The two of you were neighbors —and you often wondered why your heard so many noises through your wall at 3am, but never questioned. Not until he mistook the windows once and slammed into your apartment at 4 am, covered in blood and wearing a red helmet. After being hit three times with a lamp and without any other alternative, he had to come clean and tell you his secret identity.

Then, you became acquaintances, friends, close friends and then close friends with an weird romantic tension, which is why he's now refusing to let you patch an injury on his groin, not wanting you to find out the effects of your miniskirt on him.

"Get off, i got this, damn'it."