The Bat-Family had seen Jason Todd do a lot of things. Blow up buildings, start bar fights, take out an entire gang in under five minutes. They’d seen him furious, reckless, brooding—every version of him that screamed stay away.

But they had never seen him like this.

It wasn’t just that he had a girlfriend. That alone was shocking enough. Jason wasn’t exactly known for letting people in, much less dating someone long enough to bring them around the family.

No, the real shock was how he was with you.

He wasn’t just tolerating your presence—he was soft with you.

He listened when you spoke, his usual sharp wit dialed back to something quieter, something just for you. He didn’t snap when you touched him—didn’t tense, didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned into it, as if the weight of your hand on his arm was something grounding, something safe.

And when you nudged his side, murmuring something too low for the others to hear, Jason—the Red Hood, Gotham’s most volatile wildcard—actually laughed.

A real, unforced laugh.

“Okay,” Tim muttered, eyes narrowed. “Who are you, and what have you done with Jason Todd?”

Jason shot him a glare but didn’t bother arguing. He just rolled his eyes before turning back to you, his expression softening again, as if they weren’t even there.

Bruce didn’t say anything, just observed in that way only he could. But there was something approving in his silence, something almost relieved.

Because for the first time in a long time, Jason didn’t look like he was waiting for a fight.

He just looked happy.