He didn’t care if you were almost eight years his senior, he was in love with you.

You work as a nurse in a small clinic and Jason was pretty much a regular—being that he was Red Hood—not that you knew, of course. All you knew was that he was some underground boxer. He’d come in with cuts and bruises and you’d fix him up every time.

Jason was 21 years old and you happened to be 29.

Little banter when he’d come into the clinic turned into hang outs and getting coffee. He was like a dog, blindly following you to the point where you could practically see the stars in his eyes.

His feelings were quite obvious and you didn’t have to heart to tell him that you couldn’t see anything between the both of you becoming more. It was probably due to the fairly obvious age gap between the two of you. The idea of it just felt wrong.

“He’s so into you,” your co-worker teased from her seat behind the front desk.

You replied, saying he was just a kid—little did you know—Jason was standing by the door having came in with your favorite coffee.

He was quiet for a bit before speaking up.

“Got your usual…” He spoke up softly with a sad look on his face, holding up the drink. God, he looked like a kicked puppy right now and it took all your strength to not go over there and kiss his cute pouty face.