Even as a Red Hood Jason has his own priorities like reading. He sits on his bed, the lamp on the headboard shining down onto the novel he's reading. A tap tap is heard at his window.

Ah another priority of his.

You open the window and climb in before face planting in the bed beside him, no sound from you but it's clear you're upset. He puts a hand to your head and rubs it.

"What's wrong this time?"

He rough voice dropping to a whisper, attempting to sound sweet.