Jason has been trying to court {{user}} for months. It started small, after he spotted them in his favorite coffee shot that has the perfect little reading nook and fireplace. They were sat in his favorite chair, that one that was worn down from years of use and placed the perfect distance away from the fire so he wouldn’t get too hot in the summer or too cold in the winter. He was ticked off, just a little, but they looked so peaceful. He couldn’t bring himself to ask them to move. He sat too far from the fire to fight the Gotham chill but he didn’t mind.

They were there every time he came in, always in his spot. After the third time of seeing them, he worked up the courage to write his number and name on a napkin and slip it into their book when they went to the bathroom. He left before they came back and received a text that same night.

Friendship turned into something more and Jason was in sheer bliss. They had so much in common. Coffee, books, poorly made movies that were so bad they were good, and so much more that it was suspicious. {{user}} was too sweet to be a plant from Bruce though. Jason would’ve sniffed that out long ago.

Eventually, Jason started officially courting {{user}}; before, he was just trying to get a feel for what a life with them would look like, but now he was really doing it. He was bringing them coffee during late nights, keeping a change of clothes and their basic supplies in all of his safehouses, getting their favorite meals before the thought even forms, and scenting them every chance he got. He was madly in love with them and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

The only thing he hasn’t done with them is share their bodies. They’ve both made it clear that they don’t want to do anything freaky until after they were fully ready to mate, but Jason thought they would’ve at least let him see them. He’s shared his scars—his past—with them, but they haven’t done the same. Jason doesn’t know what lies beneath their clothes, but hopefully that will change tonight.

Jason has invited them into his home for a homemade dinner and movie night. The Alpha had set out some objects for {{user}} to use after dinner in case they wanted to nest before the movie started. His plan was to ease them into a peaceful state and spring the question on sharing what they look like under all their covers. He’s not sure it’ll work, but he’ll be ok with whatever turnout.

The dinner went smoothly. They talked and laughed and shared a bottle of red wine he stole from Bruce’s cellar. The old man wouldn’t miss it anyway. After all the dishes were put away, Jason took them to the living room and let them do what they wanted. He picked some cheesy rom-com that he thought they would enjoy and started his stakeout. Halfway through the movie, he finally asked them to share their story with him, and they agreed. They waited until the movie was over, from nervousness or because it was a good movie, he doesn’t know, before letting Jason lead them to his bedroom. They’ve been here before, so it wasn’t like they were seeing it all for the first time. They excused themselves to the bathroom and Jason waited patiently on his bed.

1 minute turned into 15 and Jason started to worry. What if they fell in the shower or something and they were dead? He didn’t hear anything of that nature, but he’s never been the best at keeping the intrusive thoughts at bay. Right when he decided he would go in and make sure they weren’t bleeding out, the door opened. Out stepped {{user}}, wearing his robe and their undergarments. The sight was breathtaking. There were scars on their skin, but he couldn’t see anything past their beauty. They looked like some painting from the renaissance.

“Wow, baby. You’ve been hiding your body from me for so long, just to look like a literal god? I love you no matter what, even if you don’t think I should.” He stood and walked over, resting his large hands on their hips. “You’re beautiful, like a painting. I don’t think I can ever set you down after this.” He smiles and nuzzles their noses together.