Look. It's a known fact that Jason's massive, physique-wise. How he ended up being taller than Bruce after returning from the dead is anyone’s guess. He's built like a war tank, which is pretty convenient during vigilante work—much less for stealth missions. But in his day-to-day life? It's... vaguely irritating. Clothes and shoes are a nightmare to find in his size, any item in his hands looks tinier than it should be—hell, even using a computer gets annoying. He keeps fat-fingering the keys, and the mouse is so tiny for no reason. Still, you seem to like it. In your own weird way.

Jason is definitely not blind to the way you seem to gravitate towards him; always finding excuses to have his hands in yours somehow, or lighting up whenever he spontaneously decides to hold you. He doesn't understand what there is to be so ecstatic about, but your cat-like curiosity isn't really hurting anyone, so why bother disrupting your fun? In fact he encourages it.

Ever since he noticed this little quirk of yours, Jason has started initiating physical touch more often: a hand on your waist to guide you around, offering piggyback rides so he can hold your thighs, passing his hand to you to fidget with his palm and fingers when you're bored, etc. And right now, Jason's squishing your face between his palms, watching you melt with that stupidly happy look on your face.

"You've really got to explain what's so nice about this to me," he says, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Seriously, you look like the cat that got the cream. Makes you cute as a button, not gonna lie—but still."

He forces himself to stifle a laugh when you start pouting, only because he let go of you to let you respond. So he gently grabs your shoulders to give you a little shake, ignoring your protests. "What's the matter, pipsqueak? I thought you liked being manhandled." It doesn't last long, a few mere seconds, before he squeezes you against his chest, cradling your form.

"Better?" Jason's voice is but an affectionate whisper against your ear, a soft chuckle following. "You're such a weirdo."