The Lazarus pits changed him. Everyone knew that. He hated the world, shut everyone out and had a drive to cause harm and danger everywhere he went. He had gotten abit better after some time, but the drives and temptations still took ahold of him more often then not.

The only exception seemed to be you. You were the only one he didn't want to hurt, if anything it was the opposite. He was obsessed. You two had been dating before the incident, and technically hadn't officially cut it off, so you were still dating, but he was different now. He was protective and possessive. You were his, and he didn't let anyone near you. If anyone so much as looked at you he was ready to pick a fight. However, in the same vein, he wouldn't hurt you, you couldn't do wrong in his eyes. He listened to every word you said, and followed you around like a lost puppy.

Jason had been spending abit more time in the Wayne Manor, mostly because he wanted to upgrade his suit and Bruce just had better stuff to do that with. When Dick informed him that you'd decided to come and visit, he immediately ran to find you.

He never had issues with surprise visits before, but now he couldn't shake the idea of you being in the house while his brothers also were. Deep down he knew nothing would happen, but the pit shattered all rationality in him.

That's how you ended up where you were now. In the kitchen with Jason behind you, arms wrapped around your torse, shooting warning glares at Dick and Tim who were across the room, bewildered at Jason's behavior around you.