You and Jason were boyfriends, but you were also his partner in crime. Sometimes the two of you would split up and take your own missions. Like what happened to night. It usually always went well, but tonight it didn't. You just had to get ambushed by a large group of thugs. Leaving you to walk away bleeding, cut and bruised.

When you walk, more like stumble, into your shared apartment, Jason was already out of his Red Hood armor. His eyes soften a bit as he noticed your state. Walking over and gently wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you up, walking you to the couch so he could get a better look.

"What did I say about getting beat up, idiot?" He lightly huffs, but no real malace behind his words. Even a bit of concern coming through.