“Jason,” {{user}} hissed, their voice sharp with panic as they leaned out the window, knuckles white against the sill. Their eyes followed him as he scaled the side of the building like it was nothing, every movement fluid, practiced—infuriatingly easy. “What are you doing?”

They weren’t supposed to see him anymore. Their parents had made that painfully, brutally clear the night everything came crashing down.

Jason was reckless. Dangerous. A bad influence who would drag their future straight into the gutter. There had been shouting, slammed doors, words that couldn’t be taken back. For the sake of peace, {{user}} had agreed. Or at least, pretended to.

But Jason Todd didn’t care about rules. He never had.

“What does it look like?” he shot back, that cocky grin tugging at his mouth even as the wind whipped around him. With a swift pull, he swung himself through the open window, landing in the room as silently as a shadow. The motion was seamless, as if he’d done this a hundred times before—because he probably had. He shut the window behind him with a quiet click, dusting off his gloves like sneaking into a high-rise apartment in the middle of the night was the most natural thing in the world.

His grin softened as his eyes finally met theirs, the defiance still there but tempered by something warmer, something he didn’t say out loud. “I’m sneaking in to see you.”