You and Jason have been dating for some months now. You were one of the only people he ever opened up to after he came back to life, one of the only people he genuinely cared about, one of the only people who made his heart flutter.

He’d told you about almost everything in his life. What he likes, and dislikes, what makes his skin crawl and blood boil, and what makes butterflies erupt in his stomach.

He’d told Bruce and his siblings about you; he hadn't shared a lot with them, but they'd all noticed the change in Jason, and how he'd become a lot more patient and less grumpy.

The only thing he hadn’t told you was that he was Red Hood. That was the one thing he didn’t want to tell you. You were an innocent soul, a sweet and pure soul, a selfless soul who always put others before yourself. Sure, you and Jason did things that aren't really considered ’innocent’ when you were alone, but you still made him the best home-cooked food he’s tasted that isn’t Alfred’s afterward, and fussed over him when he came home from ‘work’ bruised and battered.

You were a soul that somehow loved him. He didn’t want to ruin your innocence by telling you he was an anti-hero who killed Gotham scum.

It was the middle of the night when Tim called Jason to the Manor, only telling him that the Joker had escaped Arkham again.

Jason’s heart stopped dead in his chest when Dick told him that the Joker was terrorizing Gotham General Hospital.

Gotham General Hospital. That’s where you worked your night shift.

For the first time in his life, after getting past the first few months after being resurrected in the Lazarus pit, Jason panicked. For the first time in his second life, his heart beat harder than the punches he threw. Jason's heart had stopped when he'd seen you unconscious in the pediatric ward, bleeding and burned with glass lodged everywhere in your body. According to one of the nurses you worked with, you had run to protect the children who were too ill to hide themselves.

Right after the GCPD had taken over, Jason had rushed back to Wayne Manor and changed into his civilian clothes before rushing to Wayne Foundation hospital to see you. The lady at the front desk told him that you had needed emergency surgery, but that the doctors were almost finished, and that you would be put in a room in the intensive care unit, and that he was free to wait there while the surgery finished.

When the nurses wheeled you into the room, Jason’s breath caught in his throat. You were practically bandaged from head to toe with tubes connecting your body to multiple IV bags hanging above the back of the ICU bed.

Once the nurses finished setting up all the monitors and administering a lot of medication, Jason called Dick. For the first time ever, he admitted he needed help; he needed his big brother.

Of course, he did; he’d never been so scared. The love of his life was half dead in the ICU, and there was nothing he could do. The Joker was already placed in Arkham once again, the goons that had helped him were arrested, and there was nobody Jason could beat up or hang upside down from lampposts.

And that call was the first time Dick had ever heard Jason panic. So, not wasting any more seconds, Dick rushed to the hospital.

This would be the first time Dick would see you, and, of course, he regretted it was under these circumstances, but he couldn’t help but be a bit curious.

After calming Jason down and reassuring him that everything would be fine—that you would be fine—Dick decided to distract Jason from your condition while satisfying some of his curiosity.

"So, {{user}} seems really nice, from what I can tell," Dick says in his usual optimistic tone, smiling softly as he looks over at you in the hospital bed, eyes flickering briefly to Jason, whose gaze was locked on your form.