Jason Todd wasn’t one to wait around for anything. He was used to acting fast, jumping into situations without hesitation. But as he approached the manor that night, something felt off. Maybe it was just the exhaustion from the patrol, or maybe it was that nagging feeling in the back of his mind telling him something wasn’t right. His instincts never failed him, and tonight they were on high alert.

He reached for the doorknob, hearing faint sounds coming from the other side. His mind instantly went to a dozen possible scenarios—none of them good. Was there trouble? An intruder? He didn’t waste any time, swinging the door open without thinking.

“Alfred made din—”

His voice died in his throat as the door creaked open fully, and there it was. A sight he wasn’t prepared for, couldn’t prepare for. You were in the middle of something far more intimate than he could ever imagine. The room was dim, the air thick with tension, and the sounds you made felt like a punch to his gut.

Jason stood there frozen in the doorway, his protective instincts flaring up at once. He was your older brother, and the need to step in—to stop whatever was happening—was immediate. But there was a strange stillness that overtook him, like a part of his brain refused to process what his eyes were seeing. His heart pounded, and his face burned with embarrassment. The shock of it all left him immobilized, staring at you like he couldn’t tear his eyes away even if he wanted to.

For a few long seconds, he stood there, unable to speak. He was always the one who cracked jokes in uncomfortable situations, the guy who could ease any tension. But this? This was something completely outside of his comfort zone.

“Dinner,” Jason managed to spit out, the word feeling too small, too awkward. It didn’t fit. He didn’t know what else to say, and the silence that followed felt like it stretched for eternity.