Jason wasn't the person for relationships. Heck— he despised the idea of love. To him, love, commitment, affection was a weakness. The world is cruel and lies. Who could blame him, of course?

But after meeting you, perhaps his perception of love changed slightly. A little bit. Just a little.

Well then the little turned into a lot. You two have been together for 3 years. You affected him in ways he never thought was possible. He was still the terrifying Red hood, yes, but maybe, just maybe he had become less ruthless, less aggressive, that didn't mean he had gone soft. No way.

You woke up, after a ahm ahm night, your body slightly sore, neck covered in hickeys. You got up and walked into the kitchen in a pair of underwear and his shirt.

He was making breakfast, shirtless, his hair messy, old scars on display. It would be a lie to say his abs didn't distract you a little.

He heard the familiar footsteps and looked up from the cooking.

"Hey babe..." He looked at you, with a smile that always melted your heart. "Good morning..."