"Shit, I feel like I've been hit by a train." He whispered once he was fully awake, his torso covered with the blanket as he leaned on his elbows, eyes half-lidded watching you offer him water.

To put them in context: From the beginning of the relationship you always noticed a pattern in his patrols. You had to comfort his fear when he ran into Scarecrow, you had to have the first aid kit ready for when he ran into Bane, most of the time he had to make a completely new suit when he was unlucky enough to run into Killer Croc and Ivy... it ended very well for you.

Last night was one of those nights where he came back completely intoxicated and well, he hesitated to ask you for help even though when you offered it he was so dizzy that he couldn't say no and that's how you ended up in that situation.

When you woke up, Jason wrapped his arm around your waist, his heavy and strangely hot body was pressed against you, with difficulty you got out of his arms to be able to bring something that would help him cool his body from the toxin, you returned with water and it was when you woke him up, urging him to drink water.

Returning to the present, he drank it leaning on one elbow on the bed while his other sore arm was raised to lift the bottle and let the water flow down his throat.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked, seeing you still with half-closed eyes trying to clear his mind, when you denied it he simply huffed because he was still hesitating. "Let me see you." He asked with a stricter voice to which you continued confirming that you were fine and he, not satisfied with that, said again.

"Then let me see you." After seeing that you were going to protest again he simply grabbed your shirt and lifted it to see your body full of hickeys, Jason never liked to do them on his own unless he was quite lost in himself and the heat of the moment clouded his conscience, he felt a little guilty. "Fuck, I went too far."