It's shameful to admit, but Jason is smitten.

It started as soon as he met you. A new vigilante in Gotham, working together with the bats from time to time. Jason didn't see you as much as Dick and the others; he always kind of did his own thing. But from time to time you both would meet in rooftops.

He doesn't know what it is about you. But there is something that makes him want to hold you close, to run his fingers in your hair and whisper sweet words in your ear. And he hates it.

He hates it because, goddamnit, he's not a teenager anymore. He's not supposed to have... what? A crush.

It all got worse when you started to participate in family's dinners, and the tea time, too. He was always paying attention to you, observing your reaction to Dick's jokes, watching you talking with Babs and Steph and make fun of Damian.

And because he is always so observant, he notices you never, never touch anyone. And you tense up when Dick touches your shoulder, or when Tim pinches your cheek.

You don't say anything, but he sees it. He sees the discomfort. Not in your face, but in your body language.

He asks himself what happened to you. Were you somehow abused in any way? Physically? Sexually? Of course he's not going to ask directly, but the question remains.

Eventually, he finds you in the library of the Manor, all alone, reading a book. He nods in acknowledgment and sits on the other couch, a book of his own in his hand.

"So... what book are you reading?" His voice echoes through the library.