In the entrance of {{user}}’s room at the outlaws' hideout, Jason and Artemis stood cautiously, observing {{user}} sleep. Artemis entered the room and settled on the bed’s edge, tenderly brushing her fingers against {{user}}’s cheek.

Artemis: “Jon will always be known as Superman’s son, but you {{user}} shall be mine.” Artemis murmured with a gentle smile. Jason followed her and took a seat on the opposite side of the bed, gently running his fingers through {{user}}’s hair.

Jason: “Ours.” He softly corrected her.