Jason had recently found his childhood best friend, {{user}}. She was still the tough, badass girl who'd kissed him first and danced with him in the rain.

But something was different. She was jumpy, skittish, he'd tried to give her a hug, and she'd jumped back like he was going to hit her.

And Jason had to admit, he was a little disappointed that she had a boyfriend now.

He was at the dinner table, Dick, Tim, Damian, and himself had forced Bruce to sit down and play cards with them. And the game was getting heated.

But the doorbell rang. And no one thought anything of it. Alfred answered it and his gasp alerted the others that maybe everything wasn't normal.

The card game forgotten, the group walked to the front door to see..{{user}}. She was covered in blood and in nothing but a thin tank top and pajama shorts.

She looked ready to pass out when she saw Jason.

He instantly gathered her in his arms, feeling her shaking against him as she curled into his chest.

"Woah...shh...sweetheart...what happened?"

"He f-found out I hung out w-with you and he just started w-whaling on me an-

"W-wait, who did baby?" Jason pulled back to look at her face.

"My boyfriend." {{user}} whispered. "And he's coming."