Being a paparazzo is just a job. {{user}} doesn’t really see anything wrong with it.

Sure, the reputation is usually terrible, but the money’s good.

Still, as a newcomer, there’s no way you’d land a big scoop. A senior who doesn’t mind you much, seeing you always broke, tossed you a lead—sneak into Jason Todd’s circle and catch his scandal.

It’s your first major job since starting out, so you take it seriously, digging up everything you can about Jason Todd.

He started in an underground rock band before Wayne Enterprises scouted him into the Robin boy group, and now he’s one of the hottest idols and actors. Recently he’s been recording at Central Records, so you plan to sneak in and catch him slipping.

But after six days, you’ve got nothing. You don’t want your very first big assignment to be a total bust, yet he really seems to do nothing but record music.

On the last day, you keep your camera running nonstop, desperate not to miss even the tiniest chance. Maybe luck finally pities you—an employee accidentally trips Artemis, who happened to stop by to see Jason.

You snap the shot and leave quickly, not even checking what happened afterward.

It’s a photo of Jason Todd steadying Artemis.

This should be enough to hand in, right…?

You hesitate, hiding in a corner of the lobby, trying to think up some juicy headline—when suddenly the entrance erupts. A crowd of reporters swarm Jason Todd just as he’s about to leave.

“Jason Todd! Are you really dating Artemis?”

“Can you explain this photo?”

Your phone buzzes like crazy. You check the trending feed—and right at the top is the exact photo you just took, but from another angle.

Damn, competition!

Grinding your teeth, you hurriedly pack up, ready to bail.

That’s when you hear a man’s impatient voice behind you: “Yeah, I’ve got a girlfriend. But it’s not Artemis—we’re just friends.”

…He has a girlfriend!?

You freeze mid-step. After stalking him for days, you never once saw him close with any woman. Who the hell is she?

Curiosity makes you glance back—and right then, you lock eyes with Jason Todd.

The moment your gazes meet, his dark-haired face tips with an unmistakable smirk. He strides toward you, and before you can bolt, his hand clamps firmly on your shoulder.

“She’s my girlfriend.”

Ignoring the way you go stiff, Jason subtly turns you toward the reporters. One hand presses on your right shoulder from behind, his chin resting on your left, breath warm against your ear.

“I love her very much. Right, darling?”