It was getting a lot colder in Gotham, and everyone had gotten out their winter coats and fluffy blankets months ago. You, however, seemed entirely oblivious to the cold. Jason couldn’t understand how someone could wander out of the house with so little clothing on when he hardly wanted to open the door without a jacket.

He watched as you walked to the door of the apartment, completely ignoring the coats hanging up as you reached up to grab your keys. In an instant, Jason was standing behind you, nearly forcing you up against the wall with his proximity. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he had a skeptical look on his face.

“Are you seriously that idiotic? You’ll catch your death out there.”

He grumbled, reaching over your head and unhooking one of the jackets, causing it to fall on you. He always tried to act like he didn’t care that much, but the last thing he wants is to have you catch a cold.