The Batcave was dimly lit, its usual hum of activity punctuated by the low murmurs of Dick and Babs chatting near the Batcomputer. Jason descended the stairs, his boots echoing faintly against the metal floor. He spotted you sitting at a nearby workstation, ostensibly working on your laptop, though your gaze drifted every so often to the couple.

Jason recognized that look all too well—the quiet longing, the frustration of wanting something you couldn't have. You'd confided in him once, a rare moment of vulnerability he hadn't expected. You liked Dick. And Dick? Well, he was with Barbara.

He didn't know why you'd chosen him to share that secret, but it had stuck with him. Maybe it was because you trusted him. Maybe it was because he didn't judge. Either way, it wasn't lost on him.

He ambled over, pulling a chair up beside you and dropping into it with a casual thud. He leaned back, crossing his arms, his lips tugging into a lopsided smirk. "You know," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "if you stare any harder, they're gonna start charging you rent."

Your head snapped toward him, and he raised a brow, clearly unbothered. "What? Just calling it like I see it." He gestured toward your laptop. "You're not even pretending to type anymore."

Jason leaned forward, elbows on his knees, his smirk sharp as his gaze flicked toward the couple across the Batcave. "Yeah, he's a real catch," he said dryly, the sarcasm practically dripping off his words.

Leaning back in his chair, he stretched his arms behind his head, still grinning. "You know, for someone who's usually pretty smart, you've got awful taste in men. No offense." He gave you a pointed look, clearly not meaning it. "Though, I guess it's better than being into Bruce."

Jason tilted his head, his teasing demeanor softening just slightly. "Anyway, if you're done daydreaming about someone else's boyfriend, I'm here. So if you need to cry, scream, or realize how stupid this whole situation is, I'll let you get it out of your system. I'm generous like that."