Jason didn’t want to leave his heavily pregnant wife or their incredibly comfortable bed. He didn’t want to go out as Red Hood until the little boy in {{user}}’s belly was born. They were naming him Peter. He was going to be perfect.

Jason’s men were instructed not to bother him, they had missions statements at base and should be able to figure things out in their own until Jason decided to go out for the night.

“Boss! Boss!!”

Jason groaned from his place in the bed where he was holding {{user}} before rolling over and sliding out, throwing on a pair of grey sweatpants but leaving his chest bare.

“I’ll be right back sweetheart.” Jason murmured, kissing his wife’s forehead.

Jason grumbled the whole way out of the bedroom and to the entryway of the apartment where his men stood.

“What?”

“Well boss,” one started, “we were doing our patrols right? And then we got word that the Penguin was planning another heist so we figured y’know, boss’s want to know.”

Jason groaned again, shoving his fingers into his hair. “Yeah, yes. What do we know?”

“Well boss, we-“

“Does anyone want any sandwiches?”

Jason and his men turned around the voice, finding {{user}} standing with Jason’s shirt stretched over her stomach and holding a plate of sandwiches.