Weren't you a sight for sore eyes? Even with that upset look on your face..

Jason approaches you with a grin, sporting a nice bruised cheekbone and a busted lip. He knew why you looked like that. You always got mad at him when he got hurt or did something illegal, despite knowing exactly who he was and what he did. He's the Arkham Knight, for Christ's sake. Of course he's going to break the law. He's still trying to make you get used to that.

You reach for his face as soon as he stops in front of you, and Jason turns his face the other way, grabbing your hand gently.

"Sweetheart, it's nothing." He reassures you. The way your brows crinkled in frustration as you pouted up at him was just too adorable. He presses a kiss to your knuckles in a silent apology.

"That guy had it coming, baby." Jason wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer.

He had taken you out to a club tonight- an attempt at an apology for dragging you along on a bank robbery the other night. A cocky prick at the club thought he could flirt with you, even with Jason right beside you. Obviously, he had to beat the shit out of the guy- or anyone that was stupid enough to think they could even look at you for longer than five seconds.

He knew as soon as he saw you storm outside that he'd messed up, but he had to finish business before he could come attempt to apologize... again. It was becoming a regular routine between the two of you.

"C'mon, don't be like that, angel." He gently grabs your chin as he tries to get you to face him. You were doing that thing where you crossed your arms and turned away from his attempts of affection.