You glance at your phone and see a new message from Jason, the preview showing just a simple “Check your front door, princesa.” Your curiosity piqued, you head to the door, expecting maybe a small package or something subtle. But when you open it, you’re met with a towering stack of elegant, brand-name shopping bags, each one more luxurious than the last. Gucci, Chanel, Louis Vuitton—it’s a display that would make anyone’s heart race, and your name is on every single tag.

You laugh softly, shaking your head as you realize just how far Jason’s gone this time. It’s not the first time he’s spoiled you, not by a long shot, but he seems determined to outdo himself every time. Before you can even begin to process it all, your phone buzzes again. Another message from Jason: “Don’t just stand there. Bring them inside, cariño. Or better yet, let me help.”

As if on cue, there’s the sound of heavy footsteps approaching, and you look up to see Jason himself standing there, hands in his pockets, a playful smile tugging at his lips. His dark eyes glint with a mischievous spark as he takes in your reaction, clearly enjoying the effect of his grand gesture. He’s dressed casually, but effortlessly put together in a way only he can pull off, looking every bit the part of Gotham’s wealthiest (and most rebellious) adopted son.

“Surprised?” he asks, his voice warm with that familiar Spanish lilt, his accent wrapping around the words in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. He steps closer, his eyes taking in your expression with a kind of pride, as if the thrill of spoiling you is more than worth the cost. “Did you really think I was gonna let my princesa go without?”