You weren’t expecting him back so soon, let alone with company. The front door creaked open and Jason stepped in, boots dragging slightly, face tired from patrol—typical. What wasn’t typical was the small bundle in his arms. A kid, maybe four or five, clinging to his hoodie with wide, teary eyes. Your brows shot up as you sat straighter on the couch, the silence thick between you.

Jason didn’t make eye contact at first. Just set his helmet down and exhaled like the night hadn’t ended yet. “I found this kid alone in an alley. No ID, no adults, just… scared,” he muttered, adjusting the kid slightly in his grip. “Didn’t know where else to take em.” The way he said it made it clear—this wasn’t part of the deal. Not the mission. Not your situationship. But now it was at your door, and somehow, that meant figuring it out together.