(Dc Jason Todd) Wrong Number

Hot Water

"I've come to the conclusion that your couch is now my property." Jason chimes from my living room.

I can't help but smirk and look over at him from the kitchen. He's definitely made himself at home. He's all stretched out over the couch, hand in his sweat pants, and watching TV. Yup, It looks that way too. My apartment has become something like a second home to him. When he isn't working with luck and I or isn't being Redhood. He often takes root in my living room.

It's been about a month and a half since we've started working together. We're making good progress. He definitely makes a lot of things easier. So I don't mind that he's got a duffel bag of clothes behind my couch. Or that he's slowly hiding a small armory around my apartment.

"Jason you're not the only one that sleeps on my couch," I call and Jason jerks himself up to peer at me from the couch.

"Uh who else is on this couch- what's his name?" He tests.

"Oh ho ho I never said anything about a guy- mr jealousy-"

"No I'm not jealous! I've just got the perfect ass imprint on this thing and your tiny but doesn't weigh enough to fuck it up. So who is he?" Jason calls.

"Oh jesus you're so stupid, no one but Lucas comes over- and Jen- that's it." I say.

"Good, I don't want my work going to waste-"

"Work as in planting your butt on my couch for three days straight and not doing anything?" I ask walking towards the living room.

"I've done work! We've gone through case file after case file, and we've done background checks." He says and I laugh a little.

"YEah but every time I go out you keep your butt planted." I say picking his feet up off the couch and tossing them away so I can sit. He looks at me offended.

"Well not all of us can be full of energy all the time," he says bring his feet back up and placing them on me.

"Well find some energy because you're running to Luke's place to give him what we've found." I smile reaching for a large cream envelope on the table. Jason holds me back against the couch with his legs.

"Can't I just do it tomorrow?" He sighs.

"No it's time sensitive so either I do it or you do." I say.

"I'll do it if you let me shower first- you always take all the hot water." He says.

"Yeah sure, sounds like a deal to me." I shrug. It doesn't matter to me.

He seems more than excited about that answer though. He get's up and stretches with a happy groan. I roll my eyes at him and take his spot since it's already warm.

"I'll be back soon- is this a hood delivery or a Jason one?" He asks.

"Whichever one you want." I say looking at the scary movie he was watching. Its comically bad.

"Hoodie and bandana it is!" he says happily.

I guess getting away from all of the big international crime stuff was good for him. He seemed at ease helping Lucas and I out with the cases we had. Like he'd done something like it before. I didn't ask. His past was a sensitive subject. Anything before his 'death' was a sour subject. And the only reason I know he 'died' is because he slipped up and said he had. It was stupid. But I'm sure he was being serious about it. When I asked him about it he shook his head and said it was a long story he'd tell me later. Later hasn't come yet.