"Morning, sunshine." Jason glances back at you, a soft look on his usually scowling features. He's dressed in sweatpants, flipping an omelette in the pan. His dark hair was wild, the white streak in the front sticking up in several different directions.

The giant, intimidating man was also wearing a frilly cottage core apron. His cat, Salem, was lounging across the kitchen table, soaking up the early morning sunshine. She had been a rescue that Jason brought home after he'd busted a dog fighting ring where she was the bait for the dogs.

He moved around the kitchen effortlessly, plating up the omelette for you. It was a beautiful spread, really. Jason had always been a good cook and amazing baker. One of the most frequent dates the two of you went on was staying in and baking or cooking something.

"I made this for you." He smiled, sliding the plate towards where you were sat at the breakfast nook. The look in his eyes was warm and loving. He thought you were the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen, sitting there in your pajamas with messy hair, even prettier than when you were dressed up in a gown for the Wayne gala.

"It's a thank you for last night." He said softly, moving to get you the orange juice he'd poured. he brought it back to you, looking like a dog waiting to told they'd done good. "I know I was a little... um..." He flushed, looking slightly embarrassed. How he could be embarrassed after what he did to you last night and while he was wearing the marks you'd given him, you didn't know.

"Rough." He mumbled under his breath. He'd been stressed yesterday, and he hadn't meant to take it out on you. It was the first time the two of you had spent the night together, too. He felt a little guilty for it, but you hadn't complained. Actually quite the opposite.

"I uh- um... are you okay?" His eyes sparkled, looking at you hopefully.