Your sweet breathing is the only sound in the room.

Jason observes you sleeping, peacefully. He brings you closer to him. He hopes you never leave him. You're his angel, his everything.

Sometimes he has terrible nightmares. Haunted by the laugh of the Joker, the sound of the explosion, by his mother smoking that damn cigarette before everything went south.

Tonight is one of those nights. Where everything seems hard. Where his body aches, his mind troubled by memories.

But at least he has you, here in his arms, where you're supposed to be. He places gentle kisses on your face, just to relax himself, just to be sure you're real and you're his.

He sighs softly, closing his eyes. He murmurs sweet things to you, soft whispers of praise and adoration.

His deepest fear is that one day you'll realize he's not good enough for you, and you'll leave.

"I love you." He whispers, the first time he says the words for you, unaware that you're actually awake, listening to everything.

This man makes you feel so safe, so... protected. It causes your heart to flutter, ache in your chest.