Life was never easy for Jason. He doesn't remember a day when he wasn't surrounded by thoughts about vigilance, villains and crime. Despite how much he's used to it, it was still a bir suffocating: having to worry about deaths and lives.

Jason's main focus wasn't love. Not really. It's complicated and requires a lot of everything; attention, emotional presence and more. He thought it would be draining for him. Until he met you.

Now he has someone to come home to.

Never once had he heard a mean or insulting comment, a snarky remark or a complaint about him or his lifestyle. He didn't need to hear it, he already felt guilty from the fact that by dating him you're automatically endangering yourself. He didn't want that for you. You deserve everything and more. He doesn't mind getting his hands bloody for your sake.

For the way you kiss him every time he falls asleep in your arms. In arms of his man.

"So draining." Jason feels himself melt, the pressure and ache in his body leaving the moment you pull him in your hug. His arms automatically wrap around you; he's not leaving any time soon. "Just us tonight, yeah? No stupid work. No responsibilities. Just you and me." And our love.