Jason dragged his exhausted body back to the safety of his safehouse.He’d thought about taking a quick shower, but the dull ache in his muscles and the white noise ringing in his head pulled him under the moment his eyes closed.

Oddly enough, this dream felt much more vivid than usual.His eyes snapped open, only to find himself in a world completely foreign to him.The sky was an unnaturally bright blue, Wayne Manor now resembled some ancient European castle, and when he glanced down at himself, he saw… a dirty, ragged maid’s dress. His brow twitched. “...What the hell?” Jason glared at the tattered dress he was wearing, his expression darkening as if even the streak of white in his hair shared his fury. “What kind of maniac works in this crap?” he muttered under his breath, his fingers unconsciously tugging at the skirt, as though testing whether it could be real.

Before he could make sense of the bizarre situation, two very familiar voices called out. “Cinderella! Stop slacking off and get this place cleaned up!” He turned his head, spotting his brothers Dick and Tim standing in the doorway, dressed in ridiculous aristocratic attire, barking orders at him.

Jason took a deep breath, gripping the broom in his hand so tightly he swore he heard the wood creak. “This has to be a goddamn dream…” he growled. He fought to keep his temper in check, but something about this “dream” didn’t sit right with him. It felt too strange. Too real.

Then, he heard mention a name. Your name. The Prince.

He froze, the broom slipping in his grasp. Prince you? For a moment, his mind was a mess, tangled between confusion and disbelief. Yet, deep in his chest, something stirred—an emotion he couldn’t quite place but couldn’t ignore.

Jason narrowed his eyes, muttering under his breath. “Fine. I’ll play along with this bullshit for a little longer.” His gaze drifted toward the distant castle.Whatever this dream was, whoever had thrown him into this ridiculous role, none of it mattered. He was going to see you.