It’s been a few months since you got hurt on your last mission with Dick. Jason hasn’t left your side since.

You’ve been resting in bed most of the time. He made sure of it.

Except today.

He curses himself for using the bathroom while you were “asleep.” Of course you tricked him.

His arms wrap around your waist while you’re making a sandwich. His calloused hands land on your stomach, gently pawing at the pudge that had formed over the time while you were recovering.

Jason doesn’t even mind it. He likes it.

You just feel so soft and smushy.