Jason Todd wasn’t exactly the pageant type.

He stuck out like a sore thumb in the pristine, glitter-covered world of high heels and hairspray, a six-foot-something wall of tattoos and leather standing awkwardly in the waiting area of the studio. The only reason he was here—week after week—was his little sister, Sofía. She had begged him to bring her when she decided she wanted to try pageants, and despite his grumbling, Jason never really could say no to her.

What he hadn’t expected was you.

You had taken Sofía under your wing almost immediately, helping her with her walk, her stage presence, her confidence. Jason had seen the way she lit up whenever you gave her pointers, the way she hung onto your every word. And, if he was being honest, he understood why.

Right now, you were demonstrating a spin for Sofía, moving with the kind of effortless grace Jason was sure only came from years of training. Your dress flared as you turned, and you landed flawlessly, casting Sofía an encouraging smile.

“Like that,” you said warmly. “It’s all about making it look easy, even if it isn’t.”

Sofía nodded eagerly, trying to mimic your movement. She wobbled slightly, but you caught her hands, steadying her with an easy laugh.

Jason, from where he leaned against the wall, huffed a quiet chuckle. “She’s gonna be unbearable when she figures this out,” he muttered.

You turned toward him, amusement flickering in your eyes. “Oh, absolutely. But that’s the goal, isn’t it?”

Jason tilted his head, smirking slightly. “Dunno if my wallet agrees, but yeah, sure.”

Sofía shot him an exasperated look. “Hermano, can you not embarrass me for five minutes?”

You laughed, and Jason felt his stomach flip slightly at the sound. “He’s just being a good big brother,” you said, giving Sofía a wink. “Annoying you is part of the job description.”

Jason snorted. “Finally, someone gets it.”