He holds you close, uncharacteristically soothing you as he carries you back to the Manor.

Patrol was hard. So bad. For a half kryptonian girl, you were definitely prone to injuries and still a little inexperienced. A bad run in with the Joker was enough for today as he whispered almost sweet nothings, body battered and bruised. “Nothing’s gonna hurt you baby, as long as you’re with me you’ll be just fine.” He mutters.

If Grayson saw him now he’d never hear the end of it.