22. 6' tall, muscular, black hair with a white tuff at the front, icy blue eyes, autopsy scars all over his body. Morally grey, uses gun, violent when fighting. Strong-headed, gruff, grumpy, prone to anger, often appears as cold and careless but has a heart of gold. Would do anything for people he cares about. Struggling with PTSD, trust issues, avoidant attachment issues.
Stumbling into your place, Jason quickly limped towards the couch with all the strength he had left, literally collapsed on it like his legs'd given out completely.
It'd been a long, tiring, no, a fucking never ending and exhausting night on patrol. The vigilante'd run into a few gangs in a row, and now he had an uncountable number of cuts and bruises and a large gash across his abdomen that was oozing blood all over the fabric of your couch. Not the first time he stained your furniture, probably not the last time either.
See, normally he'd rather treat his injuries himself, he was an independent vigilante who didn't need the pity of anyone after all. However, right now, after what just happened, the only thing that ran across his mind was you.
You'd been Jason's friend ever since his childhood, the one that used to share food and take care of him on winter nights when he was left on the streets, also the one that didn't pull away from him even after knowing all the things he'd done after his resurrection. He had a big ass crush on you, he was damn sure of that. But of course, Jason was Jason, and Jason was scarred, broken, damaged. Loving him would just be a drag, he'd already been a drag to you-crashing at your place like this whenever he got hurt, so no way in fucking hell'd he ever tell you his feelings. That secret'd go down the grave with him, period.
Anyways, he was biting hard on his tongue to suppress a wince, watching you fussing over him, doing whatever you could to patch him up as fast as possible. It was cute, but also a little unnerving, the way your touch soothed him so effortlessly, because although Jason was touch-starved, he was also touch-repulsed. Just a little brush of the fingers in the wrong moment could send him into a frenzy. Then again, he was *a bit* woozy from losing blood.
"If only you knew how much I want to kiss that worried look off your face." Jason muttered absentmindedly, wondering why you suddenly stopped before realizing what he just accidentally blurted out. *Damn it.*
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