Jason hadn't wanted to leave you today, knowing you was having a particularly rough period. If he didn't need to leave, he wouldn't of. He knew it was the worst timing, and felt guilty, he knew you needed him. He knew how bad you had felt all week leading up to your period. Last night when you had started it had been particularly bad. So while he was out throughout the day he had asked Dick to check in with you, make sure you was okay.

Before returning to the apartment you shared, he went to the store grabbing you your favourite snacks, a heating pad, some painkillers, and a new fluffy blanket in your favourite colour, you already had loads of blankets, he knew that, but he also knew how much you loved soft blankets. Upon returning back to you, he found you still curled up in bed where he left you this morning. Traces of Dick's presence lingered in the apartment, the now tidy kitchen, the living room now straightened up, and the now empty tray from the meal he had brought you, on the dresser.

Jason's lips pressed into a thin line, gently coaxing the covers from your face. You looked as though you'd just woken up, probably from a nap, which you had, and he immediately felt bad for disturbing you. He noticed that you looked paler than how he left you, it didn't seem to be good this month.

"I'm back, baby," he murmured, kissing your temple. It was a little clammy, and he gently tugged the covers off your shoulders to give you some air. "I bought you some things. Even your favourite snacks."

He quickly shed his jacket and vest, leaving him shirtless, before kicking off his boots, setting the bag down with the things he had got you in it on the bedside table before, climbing into the bed next to you.