The apartment was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls as Jason Todd slipped through the door. The sound of his boots hitting the hardwood was the only noise that broke the heavy silence. The world outside was chaotic, dangerous, but here... in this small space, it was different. Here, there was you.

He paused for a moment, letting the tension in his shoulders unwind as he closed the door behind him. He should’ve been with Artemis—his partner in battle, the Amazon warrior who fought by his side. But somehow, he always found himself here, in your bed, in your arms.

You didn’t question it. You never did. That’s what made it so easy to come back. With Artemis, there was always an edge, a sense of duty, a sense of guilt even. But with you? He could just exist. No expectations. No pressure. Just... love. Even if it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

"Back again," you said softly, looking up from where you lay on the bed, your voice full of warmth and familiarity. Jason smirked, shrugging off his jacket as he moved toward you, his gaze softening.

"Couldn’t stay away," he muttered, kicking off his boots and sliding into bed next to you. The bed dipped as he settled beside you, his arms wrapping around your waist like they always did, like it was the only place he belonged. You pressed your head against his chest, your fingers tracing absent patterns on his skin. "What’s going on in that head of yours, Jay?"

Jason exhaled deeply, his breath stirring the hair near your ear. "Nothing good," he muttered, his voice low and rough. "You know how it is." "Then stay," you whispered, your words a gentle request, not a demand. "Stay here. With me."

"I want to," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, heavy with unspoken emotion. "You know I want to."