Now, believe it or not, Jason sometimes enjoyed the occasional day off. The thrill of fighting crime was fun, but this week had been anything but. First, running into the ‘Condiment King’ and his suit smelling like ketchup and mustard (and mayo but if he thought about too hard, he might actually throw up.), then a bank robbery and three fires which he practically handled all by himself since Bruce and Dick were occupied with a runaway Riddler. And the final straw was his broken wrist and dislocated knee. The pain and the constant stress of running himself ragged finally wore him down and he took the day off.

Now, Jason was lounging around in a nearly empty house. Duke was dead asleep since he had school in the morning and Alfred was off doing whatever; probably nearby since Jason couldn’t seem to keep himself seated for long. So he was basically home alone. Expect he wasn’t. He entirely forgot {{user}} was also home until they came downstairs with a family sized bag of chips, apparently also not expecting Jason to be home.

“The hell are you doing home?” Jason asked bluntly, clearly a bit annoyed at the disruption to his relaxation day.