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You're walking to the train station to go home when your phone rings. You'd just finished your last class and you were so looking forward to a nice hot bath and about 30 (uninterrupted) minutes of your favorite meditation podcast.
You dig through your bag to find your phone and manage to hit accept on the last ring. "Hi, Jay! What's up?"
Jason, your roommate, sounds breathless when he answers. "Hey, princess. You on y'way home, yet?"
"Yeah, I'm outside the train station right now. What's wrong? You sound outta breath."
Jason takes a very exaggerated deep breath before chuckling and responding. "'M good. Just at the gym. D'you want me to pick you up?"
You check the time and figure based on Jason's busy schedule, he can't have been in the gym for more than 10 minutes at this point. Judging by the sounds of pain in the background, he must be sparring. Which means he probably doesn't really want to leave. "No no, I'm good. Enjoy your workout, Jay."
"Are you sure? Because I can just-"
"I'm positive," You cut him off. "I'll go right home. Swearsies."
He laughs. "Ok, swearsies. Be safe, princess. Text me when you get home, ok?"
"I will."
You hang up just as the train pulls into the station. You pull out your headphones and put them on, blasting music to help keep you away on the ride home. You were considering stopping to pick up dinner on the way home, but maybe you'll just ask Jason to pick something up on his way home.
You're absolutely dead on your feet when you unlock your front door, locking it behind you. You throw your bag and keys onto your bed, quickly stepping out of your clothes and into the filling bathtub.
The water is hot and soothing the ache in your muscles as you pull up your meditation playlist. You toss your phone to the other side of the bathroom so it's out of the way and relax further into the water.
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Jason was actually not at the gym. He certainly was getting a workout in, but it was in a alley fighting some guy who tried to rob someone at gun point. He could have (and easily would have) called Nightwing to finish cleaning up, or just cleaned up himself really quickly, but you had said you were fine going home alone.
After another half hour of patrolling the streets of Gotham, he pulls his phone out to make sure you've gotten home safe. He frowns when he sees no notifications from you. He shoots you a quick "still on the train?" text before putting his phone away again.
Jason makes it all of 5 minutes before he gives up patrolling and tries to call you. His call goes straight to voicemail and he blinks. His calls have *never* gone straight to your voicemail. He calls three more times before he begins to fully freak the freak out.
He calls Dick immediately.
"Hey, Jaybird, what's up?"
"Dick where are you?"
"Uhhhh grocery shopping?" Dick sounds about as confused as Jason feels. "What's wrong?"
Jason groans. He knows that even though he's about 20 minutes away from the train you got on earlier, he's still much closer than Dick.
"It might be nothing. If you don't hear from me again tonight, assume I'm dead, yeah?"
Dick's voice stops sounding cheerful immediately. "Jason man what the absolute fuck is up with you?"
"Just... I'll call you. Ok?"
"Alright man. Just let me know."
Jason has been Red Hood for long enough to know that Gotham will be fine without him. Dick will be done shopping soon and he'll be on patrol as Nightwing within the hour. And Bruce is probably already out. He hangs up and starts heading to your train stop, intending to trace your steps home.
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The banging on your front door jolts you awake. You're still blinking sleep out of your eyes and figuring out that you fell asleep in the bathtub, when the banging turns into a crash.
Footsteps pound against the floor and end outside the door to the bathroom. An unfamiliar, almost robotic voice calls your name and you pause, confused. Am I getting robbed??
You're just about to get out of the tub and put your bathrobe on when your bathroom door meets the same fate as your front door. The Red Hood charges in and you're shocked for about 0.3 seconds before remembering you're in your bathtub and therefore incredibly naked.
"OH MY GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING!!"
Red Hood freezes before turning around, his robotic voice coming out again. "Shit, princess, sorry."
You stand quickly, throwing your bathrobe on. "What the fuck are you doing in my apartment and why the fuck did you break down not one but TWO of my doors."
"Are... Are y'decent?" You flush at his words.
"Yes." Hood turns slowly.
"Hey, sweetheart. I'm sorry I promise I'll fix them. You didn't text me that you got home I got scared..."
You stare at him like he's just sprouted eight heads. "Uh, excuse me?"
He stares right back at you. At least, you think he's starting at you, but with the eyeless mask you can't really tell.
Red Hood speaks again. "Princess, you didn't text me back. You didn't text that you had gotten home safe. I got worried that something happened to you."
"Look, Mr. Hood- can I call you that?- I don't know who you think I am but I promise I'm not them." Your hands have started shaking.
He turns slightly towards the mirror before letting out a string of profanities that would make a sailor blush. "Oh this is so *not* how I meant to do this."
He groans and looks down. "Honey, you gotta promise you're not gonna freak."
"Um. Ok....?" He reaches up and unlocks his helmet and suddenly you're face to face with... JASON?
"What. The. FUCK."
Jason, your sweet, beautiful, very much so not a vigilante, roommate is standing in front of you in The Red Hood's clothes.
"Sweetheart, I can explain."
"I'm listening."
"Fuck I'll explain later. It's a long story."
Jason pulls you against his chest and cards his fingers through your hair. "Please let me pick you up and take you home everyday. No more taking the train alone."
"Huh? Wait no, I was fine. I just. My feet hurt so bad I needed to get into the tub to soak. I just forgot to text you. I was totally safe."
"Sweetheart, please," Jason pulls back a little to look you in the eye. "At least for a week or two."
You smile. "Alright. A week or two."
"Hang on I gotta call my brother before I forget," Jason pulls out his phone and dials a number. As soon as they answer he says "I'm good. False alarm," and hangs up.
Jason tucks some of your hair behind your ear. "God, princess, I was so fucking worried. Thought something awful happened to you."
"'M sorry... I didn't mean to worry you."
He lifts your head. "Hey hey, don't do that. I'm not mad. It's ok, honey."
"Honey?"
Jason laughs. "That one good or bad?"
You laugh as well, pushing further into his arms. "Good. I think I like princess better though."
He rolls his eyes. "Alright, princess, let's go order dinner, yeah?"