It was going on a year. Most definitely the longest relationship Jason had ever had until this point. He never expected to find someone who so easily accepted all of his past, let alone supported how he handled life now. Yet he had. You were his light in the darkness.

Moving in together had been the latest adventure. To you, it made it easier to know he was ok after patrols… and easier to lovingly mess with him.

Now as Jason scrubbed old blood off his helmet, you called for his help. Only you called him “buddy”. Not babe, baby, or any of his other loving nicknames. “Buddy”, like you were just old guy friends or something not in a serious relationship. He took the bait perfectly, stopping what he was doing to make his way through the place and call back.

What did you call me?