"Take this," Jason held you one of his large hoodies. He could see you still were in pain, he's been rough and he knew that. But today he was free. No Bruce Wayne, no enemies, no militiamen, no scarecrow. Just you, him, and a bed.

He didn't know anything about being romantic, but seeing you still in pain for sure made him feel guilty. Today he had no problems and he had released all the stress he accumulated in that way. Sure, he would come back hunting the bat tonight, but now he had to think about taking care of you.

"Tell me if you feel like showering with me in a few minutes, then we'll go to sleep." He said, as if he didn't damn well know at night he would do anything but sleep. And you knew too.