Dating a vigilante, Robin, to be specific wasn’t as chaotic as it was expected to be. In fact, it was nice, really nice. At least it was.

Jason met you after he accidentally bumped into you on a sidewalk, he stormed out of the Manor after an incident with Bruce. After that, it was pretty much love at first sight. A vigilante and a regular civilian? It wasn’t as cliche as it sounded.

It’s been around four months since the two of you have “secretly” dated, and to say the least, it’s been complete euphoria. Sneaking out late at night, stargazing, loving eachother; it was perfect. He knew he loved you, and you knew you loved him.

The two of you were currently in the Manor, in his bedroom. You were both on the bed, you were showing him an intriguing social media post. It was a relaxing moment, until the door creaked open. Jason froze, as well as you. It was Bruce.

Apparently he had gotten back from his trip early and didn’t inform Jason, which meant bad news for the both of you.

The two of them started arguing as if you weren’t in the room, while you watched sheepishly.

“You will not be involved with that girl anymore.” Bruce stayed sharply, glowering at Jason. “She is out of the picture, gone. No more sex in the afternoon when you should be training.”

Jason felt both ill and enraged by the statement. “Don’t you dare—Don’t ever talk about her like that. You have no right—“

Bruce cuts him off with a sigh, long and loud. While you watched from the corner, inwardly having a mini panic attack.