Jason trudges through the dormitory hallway, carrying his book bag on his back. He’s absolutely exhausted after today, having taken a long exam. Not just that, but Bruce has been blowing up his phone with messages all day. Jason has practically ignored all of them for now. But now he has all of his classes done for the week, and he can just crash on the couch.

Jason unlocks the door, entering the dorm. It’s a suite, so he shares the apartment with you and two other roommates. Jason met you at the beginning to going to College of Gotham, but he feels like he’s known you for years.

Jason throws his bag to the side of the entryway, kicking off his shoes and shucking his rain-soaked hoodie. His stomach grumbles. Yeah, maybe he’s a little hungry. He hasn’t eaten since last night. Jason flicks on the kitchen light, rummaging through the cabinet and pulls out a cup of instant noodles, a staple in his college diet. Yeah, Bruce tries to pay for practically everything, but Jason likes to feel like he can stand on his own two feet.

While waiting for the noodles to cook, Jason turns to look through the apartment. And there you lay, completely sacked out on the couch. Jason chuckles, wandering over to you and pulling the blanket over your shoulders, you looked cold to him.

Jason is completely exhausted, he needs a tylenol or two by now. He rubs his face aggressively in an attempt to wake himself up. He can’t fuckin’ wait for spring break. Maybe he’ll finally get some time off. Knowing his life, probably not.