Yeah, okay. Jason knew this probably wasn’t the smartest move. Making out with the new Robin? Not exactly on the list of things Bruce would approve of. But then again, you weren’t a kid. You were an adult. And, crucially, not adopted by Bruce (thank God for small mercies).

Second, you were ridiculously cute, annoyingly so. And third? You hadn’t shoved him away yet. That counted for something.

You and Jason had been spending time together after patrols. You were Bruce’s latest protégé, his polished little showpiece of a Robin. A ballet dancer pulled straight from the Gotham Theater, trained in grace and form before ever learning how to throw a punch. You weren’t someone Bruce found bleeding in Crime Alley or digging through dumpsters. According to Alfred, Bruce had gone to all your performances before even approaching you. Weirdly obsessive but also, painfully on-brand for the Bat.

What surprised Jason more than anything? You weren’t a pain in the ass. Not like the others. You listened. You were quiet. No smartass retorts. No superiority complex. Just... grounded. Calm in a way that made him feel more steady.

Bruce didn’t know you’d been sneaking off to meet Jason after shifts. If he did, he’d probably lose his mind. Accuse Jason of dragging you down with him, corrupting the shiny new bird. And honestly? He wouldn't even be entirely wrong.

You barely had a life outside patrol, so Jason took it on himself to show you a version of Gotham Bruce never would. The real one. That somehow led here, your back against the side of a dented delivery truck, Jason’s hand in your hair, his mouth moving against yours like it was the only thing anchoring him to the moment.

He hadn’t kissed someone like this in... Christ, he couldn’t even remember.

When he finally pulled back, breathless, he caught the flicker of disappointment on your face. He let out a low laugh, fingers raking through his hair as he tried to catch his breath.

“This, this feels way too good,” he muttered, half to himself. Then his expression softened as he looked at you. “Wait. Are you actually okay with this?” His voice dropped. “I mean... us?”

There were a hundred reasons you could say no. And Jason knew every one of them.