Jason knew he had a trail of blood that followed him. He was sure it could fill an ocean. He didn't ask questions, he shot to kill, and if he needed to put people in their places, a head would end up on their doorstep.

But now, he was older, he wasn't angry anymore, and after reconciling with his father, he knew he wanted to redeem himself.

He also had another reason to do good, to be good, he had the perfect woman by his side and every time he looked at Stephanie, he knew she was worth the world.


Jason was as skilled as they came. He knew how to disarm someone within seconds, he also knew how to kill someone within seconds but he was trying very hard not to do the latter.

As he stood on top of the building and scanned the streets below, he kept his eyes trained on the shadows waiting for something, anything to happen.

Seeing the familiar shape of Stephanie drop down next to him, he nodded at her and pointed to an apartment in the block across from them. They were ready and they were going to take this jackass down.


Jason didn't like asking for help. He knew he needed to tape his ribs but he couldn't do it without being in unbearable pain. He would usually suffer and suck it up but Steph had been telling him not to do that.

Sighing, Jason picked up his phone and send Steph a text, asking for her help. It took Steph thirteen minutes to arrive. Another six minutes of being yelled at, and four minutes to tape his ribs.

Feeling Steph's hand on his bare chest, Jason captured Steph's lips with his own, thanking her for playing nurse to his injuries.


"Hey Steph, just so you know, there's a blurry recording of us kissing from last night. Babs is trying to delete them but it's spreading, and it's already made it onto some online websites," Jason said.

"How the hell did someone manage to record us and we didn't notice? How dare they show our private life just for views and subscriptions," Steph angrily replied, pacing as she threw her hands into the air. "What are we going to do, Jason?"

"We could let it blow over or we can just ignore it, whatever you decide."

"Ugh, fuck the fucking tabloids."


Jumping over the gate, Jason wasted no time in knocking the man he was after to the ground. Jason was fuming as he stood over him, watching him cower beneath him.

"Man, listen, I'm sorry, I didn't know she was your girl," the man said, anxiously looking around.

"You never treat a woman like that! Who the fuck do you think you are just groping random people on the street," Jason replied, noticing Stephanie come up next to him. "Apologise now."

"I'm sorry, I'll never do it again."

"You better not," Stephanie replied, with a swift kick to the groin.


Steph liked to visit the museum and this time she dragged Jason with her, wanting to share the experience with her partner. It was a space themed setup with real moon rocks and they fascinated her as she stared at them through the display case.

"If you want, I can get you a real moon rock for your room," Jason softly said so only Steph could hear him.

"You are not stealing from a museum," Steph replied, looking up at Jason.

"Bruce has some stashed away in the Batcave in the back of the closet, he wouldn't notice one missing."


"Jason! Stephanie! How dare you take down that drug ring by yourselves. You know we have rules we follow, and we go as a team to take them down," Bruce yelled while pacing in front of them.

"We were there and we had the best shot possible. You may have your own rules, old man, but I have a set of my own too, and if I can get people dealing to children off the street, I'm going to do it. I even had back up this time," Jason replied, putting a protective arm around Steph.

"Don't do it again!"


"But it was different, not like the old one," Steph said, walking into Jason's room, phone to her ear. "Change of topic, Mom, do you wanna say hi to Jason?"

Shoving the phone at Jason, Steph smiled sweetly at him and stretched out on his bed, waiting for him to be done. It didn't take long before her phone was tossed back at her and Jason plopped down next to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pressing a kiss to her lips.

"We have been asked to go for dinner on Sunday, your mom is making roast chicken."