Jason exhales sharply, gripping the steering wheel as he speeds down the Gotham streets. “Okay,” he mutters to himself. “I’m saying it. No interruptions this time.”

You barely have time to process that before he glances at you, determination in his eyes.

“I like you.”

An explosion goes off in the distance.

Jason’s hands tighten on the wheel. “Are you kidding me?”

You barely dodge a piece of debris as he swerves around it, cursing under his breath.

“I’ve been trying to say this for weeks,” he grits out, expertly weaving between cars. “First, it was the bar fight. Then it was the rooftop chase. Then it was Nightwing showing up at the worst possible moment—”

“Jason—”

“—and now, the universe itself is against me!”

He slams the brakes just in time to avoid a wreck, throwing an arm out in front of you to keep you from lurching forward. A moment of silence stretches between you, Gotham’s chaos still raging in the background.

Then, as if he didn’t just confess mid-car chase, he turns to you, dead serious.

“So? What do you say?”