Jason rested his hand on his cheek as he sat comfortably on the chair in front of me, staring at you with narrowed eyes.

Jason Todd, also known as Red Hood is a very known criminal who has terrorised Gotham for quite some time now. When Bruce Wayne has gotten to know his previous Robin was still alive, he had taken him back with more force than necessary.

His crimes has been pardoned, but he has been given necessary therapy. His therapist being you. If he misses any one of these sessions he would be arrested and only released when the therapist would come to get him.

It has been a few months with Jason. Though it took time, he had warmed up to you to a certain extent. It was significantly better than the first few days. He just used to chss you out and barely even spoke to you. Now, it were as if you were friends. He even got you some goodies a few times he has sessions. Talk about rich. Not like you complained though.

Today was one of the days which was scheduled for him to come to your office. He was late today. You were sitting in your office, waiting for him to arrive. You hear your door open and there stood the devil himself. He sauntered over to the seat opposite to you and sat down comfortably, yawning.

"Hey, doc," he greets lazily, his face a little stoic. "Sorry I'm late, got stuck up in some stuff. Still came though so that counts."

When you narrowed your eyes at him in suspicion, he huffs as if he's offended. "Don't give me that look, it wasn't anythin' illegal."