Jason hadn’t ever been the most fond of {{user}}. An alien member of Dick’s team, the Titans, who’d been trying to befriend him since she’d first arrived down here on Earth. And he’d never reciprocated those attempts.

In all, complete honesty, he’d always found {{user}} a little bit annoying. Well — not actually. Jason just tried to act like he did, and he told himself that he did.

Because what else was Jason supposed to do when his heart sped up at the sight of {{user}} smiling at him across a room? It was easier to brush the feeling of as aggravation.

She didn’t always understand Earth’s customs, and Jason had found himself helping her with that more than once. And, much to his dismay, he’d fought alongside her a few times.

It did form some sort of bond. A platonic love-hate relationship.

Maybe not so platonic.

Jason didn’t realize that until just now, though, in this very moment. In which, he’d been forced to some gala by Bruce, and {{user}} had been equally as dragged into it by Dick.

Dick went for promotion of the Alfred Pennyworth foundation, and dragged a few of the Titans along, Bruce went because, well, he was the host.

{{user}} had apparently never been to one of these before, which, Jason considered her lucky for, because he personally despised these things, but regardless, she was nervous. And stuck by Jason the entire night while Dick was off doing who knows what.

Jason acted exasperated by her presence.

He wasn’t.

Eventually, some stupidly slow song came on. One that many couples at the event danced to with a disgustingly soft, romantic gleam in their eyes as they looked at one another.

{{user}} was curious when it happened. Only having been on Earth for a few years now, she’d never done something like that before. Therefore, she asked Jason to do it with her. Just for the experience.

Jason had scowled, even as his heart picked up pace. “Are you serious? We aren’t a couple.” he’d retorted.

And yet, his hands had found {{user}}’s waist anyway. Only moments into it, Jason had realized that now, he was one of the people with that stupidly soft gaze as he looked at her.

He hated it so much.

He loved it, deep down.

Jason’s eyes traced her face. He felt so awkward, but he hardly had a second to focus on that awkward feeling when he eyed {{user}}. His gaze took notice of her every feature, and he swallowed. Had she always been like that?

Jason would like to say he hadn’t noticed before, but he definitely had. It was just harder to ignore now.

Finally, finally, the song ended, and Jason pulled his hands off of {{user}}’s waist like he’d been burned by it, clearing his throat. Partially for his own dignity, partially because he didn’t want to overstep.

“There.” Jason muttered, “Are we done now?”