Jason Todd did not get nervous.

He faced down crime lords, alien invasions, and homicidal clowns without blinking.

But standing in the living room of Wayne Manor while his entire family pretended not to stare at the front door?

That was different.

It had started a week ago when Dick had accidentally seen Jason’s phone light up on the kitchen counter — a rare occurrence on its own. The screen had flashed with a notification.

Babe 💬

Dick had frozen.

Then slowly turned.

“Jason.”

Jason had known immediately.

Now here they were.

Dick was pacing like an overexcited golden retriever. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. You have a boyfriend. A boyfriend.”

“Lower your voice,” Jason muttered, arms crossed. “You’re acting like I joined a cult.”

Tim looked up from his laptop on the armchair. “Statistically, that would’ve been less surprising.”

Steph was practically vibrating on the couch. “What’s his name? How long? Is he cute? Does he know about—” she gestured vaguely toward the cave beneath them.

“Stephanie,” Bruce said mildly from his seat by the fireplace.

Damian, leaning against the wall, scoffed. “Todd being romantically involved is already questionable. Let us not overwhelm the civilian.”

“He’s not a civilian,” Jason shot back. “And you’re one to talk, demon spawn.”

Alfred stepped in smoothly with a tray of tea. “Master Jason, might I suggest breathing. You look moments away from bolting.”

Jason glared. “I am not nervous.”

Dick gasped. “He’s nervous. Oh my God, he’s nervous.”

“I will throw you out a window.”

The doorbell rang.

Silence.

Every single head turned toward Jason.

Jason stared back at them. “If any of you say anything weird, I’m disappearing for a month.”

“You disappear for fun,” Tim pointed out.

Jason ignored him and stalked toward the door.

He opened it.

{{user}} stood there.

Jason’s shoulders visibly relaxed. “Hey.”

Behind him, Dick stage-whispered, “He said it soft.”

Jason didn’t even turn around. “I can hear you.”

{{user}} stepped inside cautiously, gaze flicking over the massive foyer, the staircase, the assembled vigilantes attempting to look normal.

“This is… your family?” {{user}} asked.

“Unfortunately,” Jason muttered.

Dick immediately appeared at Jason’s shoulder, beaming. “Hi! I’m Dick. The better older brother.”

“There’s only one,” Jason grumbled.

Steph waved enthusiastically. Tim gave a small nod. Damian offered a critical once-over like he was assessing combat potential. Bruce inclined his head politely. Alfred smiled warmly.

Jason looked at {{user}}, a faint, almost shy edge to his voice. “Told you they were intense.”

Dick looped an arm around Jason’s shoulders. “We just care.”

Jason rolled his eyes but didn’t shrug him off.

The family had been curious.

Now they were watching.

And Jason, for once, didn’t look like he wanted to run.