⋆˚꩜｡𝕵𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝕿𝖔𝖉𝖉✶⋆.˚

You and Jason had been dating for a long time, you were aware that he went out at night as Red Hood on the streets, and you were okay with that, even though, yes, you were worried that he might get hurt or worse.

That day Jason arrived home from his patrol at 5 am, later than usual, no doubt.

Jason sat down on the sofa, looking very tired. He left his red helmet on the floor to one side, took off his shoes haphazardly, throwing them away without looking precisely where they landed, and picked up his book to distract himself from his hectic night. That is, until he noticed you were watching him. He put the book on the small table next to the sofa and patted his lap, indicating that you should sit there; it was a clear message.

"Here, little one, now"

His voice was firm and authoritative, a little hoarse, explicitly revealing his bad day. You looked at him closely; he was so stressed. Something bad had happened in his patrol car. It was noticeable even in the way he breathed, and especially in how he looked: sweaty, covered in dried blood, with that smell of street and iron clinging to his body.