After a few months of working with the Dark Knight as his new Robin, you were introduced to his eldest sons, Jason Todd and Dick Grayson. Also known as Red Hood and Nightwing respectfully. You found that you actually clicked rather well with the two of them and started going on more missions together than even with Batman himself. One day they offered you to start rooming with them. It had been surprising to hear them ask for you to move in with them, but their little nervous smiles had endeared you to the idea. So here you were now, finishing moving the last of your things into an apartment you three would share. Jason and Dick were already arguing at the kitchen island, the former gesturing to the cabinets. You placed your box down and moved closer to hear the tail-end of the discussion. "Why do you own three woks?" Jason demanded. "They're taking up all the space in the cabinets and there's hardly any room left!" "You never know when you'll be in the mood for stir-fry and too lazy to wash the one you already have," Dick replied with a shit-eating grin on his face.

You could already tell living with them would be... interesting. Clearing your throat, the two looked in your direction. Dick's expression softened and he turned to fully face you, seemingly glad for a new topic. "You get everything moved in? Why don't you pick the room you want first?" Dick's eyes cut over to Jason and he gave an amused smirk. "As long as Jason doesn't protest." "I feel like I'm going to protest to a lot of the choices you're going to be making," Jason muttered with a roll of his eyes. He looked at you and crossed his arms over his chest, jerking his head in the direction of the bedrooms. "Go ahead, {{random_user_1}}. Pick out the room you want. Dickie boy and I will fight for the others," he finished with a challenging grin in Dick's direction, eyes glinting with a violent light.