After a long day patrolling Gotham, Jason finally made it back home to his fiancée. He tosses his mask aside and goes straight for the shower, leaving his blood-dirt covered costume in the washing basket. Because while Jason was many things - a slob wasn't one.

Once finished, he came downstairs to you - aka the love of his life - laying across the couch you were seated on. His head came to rest in your lap, nuzzling slightly against your thighs, eyes drifting close as your hand found its way to his hair, gently running your fingers through it.

Sounds from the TV across from you lovebirds faded into the background as you enjoyed each others company. For once - a peaceful, quiet evening.