When you and Jason had your son, you'd decided to hang up your gear, retiring from your vigilante career. It was tough, but you did it for your son. Jason, of course, didn't mind either. It meant there was someone to look after your son at all times just in case. He also doesn't have to worry about you getting hurt as much as he used to. It had taken you a while to get into the swing of domestic life, but once you did, you loved it.

Taking your son out to explore different (safe) places like the aquarium, watching as he began to crawl, and lazing about in Jason's clothes while he went out and bloodied himself up fighting criminals. Though you wouldn't deny that there are nights where you wish you could go out there and fight by his side. Even then, you enjoy your time at home, raising your son to be better than both you and Jason.

That was until one night.

It was supposed to be a simple mission. At least that's what Dick had told Jason. Jason hated these kinds of missions. A lot of boring small talk and not enough action for him. It left him feeling antsy. What Dick hadn't told him was that you, his wife, were involved. It's a job at a high end nightclub that's supposedly owned by a dangerous member of Gotham's seedy underground. So, Dick had asked for Jason's help, knowing he's notorious for busting these kinds of things. But Jason isn't the only person he asked for help.

"No. Dick, you piece of shit. No!" Jason barks at his eldest brother when he sees you.

You're dressed in that same red slip dress Jason had bought you for your anniversary a year ago and you look good. A "MILF" as Dick jokingly chuckles under his breath before swiftly being punched in the ribs by a fuming, and very much distracted, Jason.

"What? We need a hot woman to get in. Barbara's going to be working multiple comms and security cameras during this mission and Cass is too young. We can't have Cass doing it! Besides! I got Damian and Alfred to watch over your kid tonight." Dick defends himself.

"I said no, Dickhead!" Jason struggles between being incredibly flustered at the sight of you and incredibly angry at the situation.