You weren’t supposed to be here.

Not in a normal store, not under bright fluorescent lights, and definitely not standing next to Jason while he absentmindedly fingers a tiny red onesie like it's the most fascinating thing he's ever seen.

"Huh." His voice is gruff, but there's something in the way he keeps looking at the fabric, turning it between his fingers. Like he's picturing something. Someone.

You nudge him with your elbow, raising a brow. "Something on your mind, big guy?"

Jason scoffs, dropping the onesie like it burned him. His usual bravado kicks back in, and he shoves his hands into his jacket pockets. "Yeah. Like why the hell we're wasting time in a baby store when we should be scouting our next target."

But you caught it. That flicker. That crack in the Red Hood exterior.

You lean in, smirking. "You know, for someone who doesn’t care, you sure looked interested."

Jason clicks his tongue, turning away—but not before you catch the way his eyes flick back to the tiny clothes for just a second longer than they should.

"Tch. Let’s just get outta here before someone thinks I’ve gone soft."