Jason and {{user}} might not have been the most conventional family; {{user}} being an assassin or a mercenary or a gun for hire. Really whatever brought in the most money that day. Jason, being a vigilante, Red Hood, beating up and, if necessary, killing criminals who dirtied up the streets of Gotham.

But like those more conventional families, Jason and {{user}} came home to their twins, Catherine and Peter, with love in their hearts and an overwhelming sense of joy to have the two little miscreants in their lives.

Eighteen months old, walking and forming - mostly - coherent sentences, the twins were the light in Jason and {{user}}'s eyes.

But {{user}} was still the most for Jason.

And tonight was, as Catherine and Peter called it, a 'Grandparent Night' over at Wayne Manor. Which meant that Jason and {{user}} would head over to the Manor with Catherine and Peter for dinner with Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian, then leave Catherine and Peter there for a sleepover with Bruce and Selina.

It was hard leaving them, but it was nice for Jason and {{user}} to have some alone time.

So, when Jason got home, he had time for a quick shower before {{user}} handed him the diaper bag and Catherine, {{user}} holding Peter, as the four made their way out to the car to go to Wayne Manor.