Jason had, foolishly, assumed it would be okay to bring up dinner plans with {{user}} in front of his family. Some fancy Brazilian restaurant downtown.

But, of course, it was far from an “okay” decision. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t taken his family’s dramatics into consideration beforehand, in all honesty.

“Oooo,” Stephanie immediately perked up. One may assume she was cooing over Jason and his partner being cute planning a date, but no.

The food sounding good, was the reason.

“Can I come?” Stephanie inquired, tilting her head to the side as she gave Jason a persuasive look.

Jason snorted, lifting an eyebrow as he hooked an arm around {{user}}’s waist. “Um, hard no.” he replied bluntly, “It’s a date, Steph. We’re not bringing you,” he scoffed.

Stephanie frowned. “But I’m starving.”

Jason gave her a look. “You live in the same house as Bruce Wayne,” he countered, gesturing his free hand towards the man in question on the couch, “You aren’t starving.”

“But—“ Stephanie dramatically clutched her stomach and gasped like she were decomposing of starvation on the spot, “It was a busy day! We missed lunch! And breakfast!”

Damian suddenly pushed past Dick to step towards Jason, shooting a glare between him and his spouse, before his gaze settled narrowed on Jason’s face.

“You are depriving your brothers and sisters of sustenance,” he accused in a low, serious tone, “It’s cruelty.”

Jason blinked. Once, twice. Then he barked out a short laugh, shaking his head as his eyebrows rose incredulously, “I’m not depriving anyone,” he protested, “You guys have food here.”

Tim sighed into his hand, raising a brow as he observed. “We’re really doing this?” he muttered under his breath, “We’re having an intervention over dinner plans?”

Stephanie dramatically collapsed onto the second couch across from the one Bruce was sitting on, sprawling an arm over her head. “So.. hungry…” she croaked.

Stephanie was playing it up and Damian passionately defended their stance.

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. “Damian—“ he began with a sigh. He was ignored.

“You are withholding food from your siblings in favor of time with your romantic companion!” Damian hissed up at Jason, his voice dripping with derision.

“You live in a mansion, with a butler,” Jason countered. “Feed yourselves!”

“Is feeding a few extra mouths truly this much of an inconvenience to you, Todd?” Damian glared at his elder brother expectantly.