Seriously? Did this have to happen? Jason was a normal guy— if you counted the Wayne family’s rebel and the only one to turn to a very questionable antihero normal, then absolutely. If not, he’s the picture of goddamn abnormality, and in this case, even more so, cause he’d had a run-in with Zatanna, and since he hadn’t been in her good books, she cast a spell. He’d gone to sleep, knocking out like a light, because being him was hard, he’d found you beside him in the morning.

Like, what?

He wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve it, but yes, he got the shock of his life when he saw a woman in his clothes staring at him, and he was about to pull his Glock from his bedside table when he’d realised that it was gone. Cue the realisation that you were the Glock, now human, and now he had to take care of you, and it was like having Jason Todd 2.0 snarking him, and it was… kinda hot.

“Fuck, oh, my god.” He scoffed, upon exiting the shower and lowering his face towel to find you at the door, looking as unbothered as you’d been for the past week. He felt like shooting the wall, cause did you have no semblance of privacy? Did that not exist here, or something?

He rolled his eyes, throwing said face towel onto the bed. “Ever heard of privacy?” He sniped, gesturing to his body, which was only covered with a towel on his lower half like he was in a sauna. The one time he’d decided not to wear sweats out of the shower— ok, that was his own fault, really.

Still, yes, you were pretty sexy, he’d admit it, strangely, it would just be pretty helpful if you toned down the Tarantino femme fatale act down so he could feel safe coming from the shower. At least for a little while.