Connected by Colors & Shapes

Chapter 5

Jason started to come inside my apartment due to my request. Our meeting, after he revealed his identity to me, required it since there was a thunderstorm. I was honestly surprised that we hadn't run into the issue earlier. Gotham isn't known for its pleasant weather after all. Anyways, I figured that he might as well continue to come inside.

Said meeting also brought up the topic of him wearing his suite all the time. He was completely soaked, and my towels and blankets could only aid him so much. Seeing as though he could only take off his helmet, jacket, gloves and boots without making the situation awkward. As result, he brought over some hoodies and sweatpants for him to change into.

From then on, he visited twice or three times a week depending on our schedules for the next month and a half. We watched movies, played video games, talked and ate, of course. Sophie was even begining to warm up to him. Everything was going great until one night he was late, really late. I ended up falling asleep on the couch with Sophie curled up on my stomach. At 1:45 a.m I was awoken by her getting off of me to meow at something out of the window.

" Jason!" I quickly went over and unlocked the window. Something Jay had reminded me to do every chance that he got. " Where were you? I was so worri-"

Once he came in, I noticed how carefully he held his right side and that his helmet was cracked severely.

" Oh my God. What happened?" I helped him limp over to the couch, which he flopped on out of exhaustion.

" Nothing much. My plan just went a little south." he rasped.

I knelt down next to him on the carpet.

" A little?" I asked, placing my hand gently onto his.

He sighed.

" Ok a lot, but don't worry. It's nothing serious really. You should see the other guys. " he joked.

" Stay here. I'll be right back."

" Aye aye Captain." he gave me a salute, but I ignored him and went into the bathroom for the first aid kit, my room for a change of clothes and the kitchen an ice pack and a glass of water. When I got back, he was petting Sophie who purred happily in his lap. He also had his helmet off, revealing a large bruise near his left eye, a bloody nose and a small cut above his right brow where the helmet cracked.

" Wow, you work fast." he complimented as I laid out the materials on the coffee table and handed him the glass of water. " Thanks." he downed it in two gulps. " Boy did I need that, but you didn't have to get all of this for me. Especially not in one trip."

" It's fine." I shrugged, sat next to him and put Sophie on the floor so she wouldn't get in the way. " Happy to help."

It would be better if I could've stopped this to begin with.

I put the first aid kit in my lap, but he stopped me before I could open it by laying his hand on mine. I couldn't help but notice how bruised his knuckles were.

" I can do it myself. I'm already causing you enough trouble by coming so late. Besides, I know how much you like to sleep on time." he was smiling but the guilt in his voice was clear.

" Well one, it's friday, so I was planning on staying up till two or three. And two," I placed my hand on his as gently as I could and looked him in the eyes. " I want to help. Ciarra taught me the basics so I can manage. And three, I. . ." I looked down at the floor. If I was about to cry, I didn't want him to see. He was the one hurt after all.

Does he get injured like this on the nights we don't meet up? I've seen a few scratches on his arms or a small bruise or two on his face, but he always shrugged it off. He always said he was fine. But what if he wasn't? What if he was just trying to make me not worry? What if things got worse?