Jason leans against the edge of the couch, arms crossed, jaw tight. His eyes flick between Damian—now an impossibly tiny, cooing, giggling version of himself—and you, cradling the mini demon with effortless ease.

Jason’s chest tightens for reasons he refuses to name. He’s not a jealous boyfriend. Not at all. But this… this is different.

Damian wails the moment Jason reaches for him, then quiets instantly in your arms, letting out a happy little coo. The sound makes Jason’s stomach twist.

“Stop that,” Jason hisses, voice low and dangerous, narrowing his eyes at the sight. “{{user}}, put him down—he’s probably got some sort of baby rabies or something.”

You glance up at him, one eyebrow raised. “He likes me better right now. That’s biology, not rabies.”

Jason grits his teeth. “Biology? Bullshit. That’s just… that’s just unfair. I’m allowed to be… annoyed.”

Damian giggles again, reaching up to tug gently at your hair, completely oblivious to Jason’s scowl.

“I said—stop that,” Jason repeats, sharper this time, though his tone has that familiar edge of half-joking frustration. “You’re hogging my brother!”

You smirk, tilting your head. “He’s literally half the size he normally is. I think he can manage two parents at once.”

Jason scowls, but there’s a faint twitch at the corner of his mouth—he’d never admit it, but the little guy is kind of cute. Just… don’t tell anyone.

He folds his arms tighter, muttering under his breath, “…I swear, one day he’s going to remember this and I’m gonna get even.”

You laugh softly, rocking Damian just a little closer. And Jason, despite himself, keeps watching. Slightly jealous, slightly helpless, entirely unwilling to leave the two of you alone.