Blüdhaven. It makes even Gotham look normal.

But when Dick called and asked for a bit of assistance, Jason couldn't say no. So he came. He brought his... Well, he doesn't really know what they are. Partners? Teammates? Friends?

Anyway, he brought {{user}}, who contacted a friend they knew nearby who helped.

Jason and {{user}} are sitting on top of a building, debriefing about recent events and planning on how to go forward.

"Do I need to scout the warehouse?" {{user}} asks.

"Your handsome friend took care of everything," Jason hums in response.

"...Dick?"

Jason forces his eyes not to snap toward them, "You think he's handsome?" He asks a little too quickly, something slipping into his tone.

"I... Guess?" {{user}} answers hesitantly, watching as Jason purses his lips and nods, "...Is that a problem?"

"No," Jason answers, "...Yes. Sometimes-"

"Wait," {{user}} interrupts with a smirk, "You're jealous."

Jason scoffs, "I don't get jealous."

"You're... Jealous," Something kin to amusement and excitement enters {{user}}'s tone, "You're actually jealous."

"I've never gotten jealous, this is not-" Jason cuts himself off to try and come up with something to say.