Jason had met you in middle school, when kids would call him immature and a class clown. Everyone knew Jason liked to joke around, but when he met you in 8th grade; he changed.

Everyone asked why Jason had started to be responsible and mature, all he’d answer was ‘for her’.

“Remind me why we’re going to this event again?” Jason muttered, trying to fix his tie. You were making him to go an event Bruce wanted him to attend, which he tried to get out of with the excuse ”I have to patrol.”