Jason had brought you, his partner, home to hang out.

Nothing more. Probably. Maybe.

Okay. It was your two-year anniversary. You both wanted it to be special.

Unfortunately, Bruce was a teenager once, too. And he knew immediately.

He glanced between you and his son. His eyes narrowed.

“What are you doing?” he asked, face stoic.

Jason rolled his eyes. “God, Bruce—“

“You’re 17.” Bruce interjected. “Don’t try it.”

He was smirking.

In reality, he trusted you both.