Jason Todd leaned back on his bed, the dim light of his room casting shadows across the walls, while you cuddled up next to him wearing his oversized hoodie. The air between you was electric, tense with anticipation, and your shared glances carried all the unspoken promises that neither of you could ignore.

“I… uh…” Jason muttered, voice low, leaning closer, just about to close the last few inches between you when the sound of the door opening froze both of you mid-motion.

Alfred stepped in, calm as ever, hands folded behind his back. “Excuse me,” he said softly, as if commenting on the weather instead of the very obvious moment he’d just walked into. “I do hope I am not intruding, but the towels in the laundry room require immediate attention, Master Jason.”

Jason’s eyes went wide, his face heating up instantly, while you sank further into the hoodie, muttering a tiny, “Uh… hi, Alfred.”

“Carry on, children,” Alfred said, giving one carefully measured look before leaving the room without another word, his calm demeanor making the interruption sting just a little more.

Once the door clicked shut, Jason groaned, dropping his head into his hands. “Of course… of course it had to be Alfred.”

You laughed quietly, poking his shoulder. “Guess we’re not winning tonight, huh?”

He shot you a mock glare, though his grin betrayed him. “Nope. Not tonight. But, uh… next time?”

“Next time,” you whispered, both of you already planning your next private moment, hearts racing and the thrill of mischief lingering in the air.