The night was already tiring for Jason. Some random dealer gave him the jump and Dick laughing at him nearly eating it only thinned his patience. So when he came back to the shared apartment, slamming the front door before immediately cringing when he remembered that he didn’t live alone anymore. You live with him now - sleeping not even thirty feet away in the shared bedroom.

So with careful steps, he sets down his helmet and dirtied clothes in their bathroom. He made sure to keep poking his head over to you and sigh with relief when he sees no movement on the bed and hear continued soft breathing against the pillows. It looked so appealing, to lay down next to his sleeping partner and knock out, but he also knows that you'd have a stroke if he lay under the sheets grimy. So he took probably the quickest shower of his life and changed into something comfy for bed before finally meeting his only goal since the nightmare of that night. Sleeping next to you. And with the cross breeze from the open window and feeling you wrapped under his arm, he never fell asleep quicker in his entire life.

But like most nights, he dreamt of a lot of things, none of them good. His mom always weaseled her way into his dreams though. The image of her smoking as the crowbar came down again and again, and again is engrained in his brain. And that scene likes to make a cameo every time, but tonight felt too vivid. It was like he smelled the cigarette smoke even though you never smoked cigarettes and he doesn’t. So when he sat up scrambling with a yell and looked around wildly, he still smelled it. His body moved before his mind thought and stuck his head out of the window to get actual fresh air. But he still smelled it, making the scene replay even while awake. The sight of someone smoking obliviously out of a balcony made his stomach curl. So much so he never heard you call out to him.

"Go back to bed..." He murmured thickly, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. "Please..."