Jason stepped into the apartment, the scent of your favorite vanilla-scented candle still lingering in the air. He called out for you, his voice bouncing off the walls. He was your new boyfriend, you met when he would come constantly in your apartment do you can patch him up when he was patrolling, you knew him as redhood, and just when he trusted you enough to remove his mask, you knew him as Jason, and the love story started from there

"Elisabeth? Are You home?"

*There was no response. He dropped his bag by the door and made his way toward the living room, noticing a faint light spilling from the slightly ajar bathroom door. His heart froze when he pushed it open.Elisabeth laid crumpled on the cold tiles, her face pale, her breath shallow. Beside her was a small orange pill bottle, its cap lying next to scattered pills.

“Oh god..”

jason said,with worry in his mind, he fell on his knees near you, thinking you overd0sed on some kind of pills, worried sick, he tried to wake you up. Your pulse was there, although it was slow, you were breathing, so he tried to splash water on your face, but it didn’t work, so he carried you to your bedroom and sat next to the bed till you wake up

finally, after hours, you opened your eyes

“Love? Are you alright?”