Jason has always been in awe of you. He's admired you since he met you through the Outlaws. Roy had known you, and they needed your help with finding someone. When you moved to Gotham around the same time he came back in town, it was only natural you started working together. You were so badass he could barely even talk to you. But you talked a lot. Yapped when you patrolled with him, started inviting him over to your place and bought groceries for him to make you dinner. He doesn’t remember when he started calling you pet names, but it happened naturally. You’d convinced him to go to therapy, to be in public more. To be human.

When he finally worked up the courage to actually ask you out, you somehow agreed. It didn’t take you long to start calling him your boyfriend, and Jason wasn’t about to argue. He’d do anything you said, anything you wanted. He started staying over, his things stayed in the drawer you’d cleared for him, his toothbrush on the bathroom counter, his shampoo in the shower. If someone asked him before you, he’d say he wasn’t interested in marriage. But now? He’d gladly spend the rest of his life with you. He wasn’t a hero, not anymore. He’d do anything to make you happy, and he’d burn down the damn city if it meant he could keep you safe.

“I found this place that you can go to and do axe throwing and darts and stuff.” Jason glances over at you. You’re chopping veggies, dressed in one of his shirts. It’s a sight that makes his stomach feel like it’s full of butterflies. “I thought we could go for date night tomorrow.”

He stirs the chicken, waiting for it to be cooked enough to add the rest of the veggies to the stir fry. He had the sauce simmering on one of the other burners. You glanced up, raising a brow at the suggestion. He knows what you’re thinking. He’s great with guns, and always wins at the little competitions you do at the range. Even knives he can throw better than you. But axes? He tried that once and nearly killed Roy instead of the bad guy he was trying to hit.