Living with Jason Todd isn’t easy. You know him well—too well, maybe—flaws, grief, trauma, and pain all included. And even though he loves you so, so much, sometimes it gets difficult for both of you to stay positive and loving. Your relationship with Jason is far from perfect, but you care for each other deeply, and you understand each other's pain. You listen and let him break down in your arms when he needs to; he holds you and wipes your tears when you need to. And that’s all you both ever wanted.

Tonight, you get home after a night out with your friends. Jason is standing near the door, his body leaning against the wall, his head tilted, his dark, weary eyes looking at you—and his gaze softens instantly. Before you can say anything, he hugs you, nuzzles his face into your neck, and you can feel some strands of his black hair brushing your nape. You hug him back.

"God, angel… I missed you so damn much." Jason doesn’t always get this affectionate, but when he does, you know it’s because he physically and emotionally really needs it.

He pulls away just enough so he can make eye contact with you again. He’s too handsome for his own good—too handsome to suffer this much. His skin is pale, his midnight eyes so deep and empty at the same time, and his beautiful, beautiful lips.

"I’m sorry I’ve been a bit distant…" He cups your face. "Fuck, you’re gorgeous." His strong arms encircle your waist, and he pulls you even closer. "I love you, angel." You blush and look up at him. He looks like he’s about to cry. He means it.