If you told yourself a month ago that you'd move in with Jason Todd and become ungraciously intertwined with him, you would've spit in your own face.

Jason? The arrogant, annoying, son of a bitch that you always loathed to work with? The idiot who kept messing up your plans? The dibshit that kept ruining your missions? Come on. Let's be serious.

No, really.

You had moved to Gotham last month and had nowhere to stay, you were finally on your own. Until Jason so graciously offered for you to stay with him.

Sure, you'd known him for years, pushing three at this point. You'd never really gotten along but you had no other choice. Besides, he was bearable as Jason. Red Hood was a different story.

He was a naturally tidy person, you couldn't complain. The apartment was always clean and there was a certain order that was implemented.

After the first week, you felt almost drawn to him. It was magnetic, intoxicating, never did you think you'd start to fall for the painfully stereotypical 'bad boy'. It made you feel stupid.

Okay, sure, you'd drink together and share a few moments of a weird tension, snuck glances at each other, admired each other silently, but you brushed it off as nothing significant — until now.

Roy had just left the apartment, finishing up game night. You could tell that Jason was feeling off, but you couldn't place what.

He had a few beers in his system already, he wasn't drunk but he definitely wasn't thinking so clearly.

You were putting away some dishes into the sink while Jason leant back on the kitchen counter, staring rather intently at you.

"Goddamn, you look good in this lighting." Jason mumbled, admiring you from under the shitty yellowish apartment lights.