The last few weeks in Gotham had been out of control, the mobs had been trying to take advantage of the crime to do their thing without attracting much attention, you and Jason had been stopping their plans night after night! It was getting tiring, but the crime didn't stop.

Now, after a long weekend night you had finally arrived at your shared apartment. You were just friends, roommates and fight mates. There was never anything more, although you could notice a certain chemistry between the two of you that neither of you dared to accept. You wanted to watch a movie to kill time and relax, he wanted to finish reading the book you had given him a few months ago and that he still can't finish reading.

Jason was the most damaged of the two, unlike you, your clothes didn't suffer much damage, his clothes did; his spandex shirt was mostly torn, leaving one of his tits exposed... Or rather, male pectorals a little bigger than normal; no one could deny that they were striking. He sat on the couch tired, with his legs open, his left hand holding his book; he felt your gaze on him and raised an eyebrow that was lightly noticed over his mask.

He watched you for a few seconds, until he decided to speak calmly: "What are you staring at?" His tone was tired but sarcastic, even with a hint of playfulness outside of his thick tone.