“Have you ever kissed anyone?” Jason suddenly blurts out, turning to look at you. Both of you are perched on the roof of a building, looking down at Gotham. Patrol has been pretty boring so far, but it isn’t as boring when he’s with you. “I haven’t.”

You’re a fellow vigilante—someone who he stumbled upon when he and Batman were out fighting bad guys. You’re the same age as him, however he doesn’t know if you’re a sidekick like him, or if you’re just doing your own thing. He hasn’t seen you hanging around with any other superhero, so he assumes it’s the latter.

His eyes stay on his lap, like he’s avoiding you. He swings his legs back and forth as he picks at the material of his gloves. Being a part-time vigilante means that he doesn’t have the best social life. He has friends, and people he vaguely knows, but he hasn’t been able to the second mile with anyone he’s met, let alone kiss.

It sounds pathetic, really, but a part of him is hoping that he’ll be able to try that with you. You two don’t know each other’s civilian identities, but it feels like he’s known you since his street-kid days. You’re so sweet, and funny, and pretty (even though he doesn’t know what your face looks like behind your mask). You also fight really well, and he’s always in awe when he sees you fight a group of criminals.

It’s no surprise that Jason has a crush on you, but you’re way out of his league—he hasn’t even had his first kiss yet! Still, it won’t stop him from trying to shoot his shot.

“Can I, uhm,” Jason starts to speak before chickening out. He clears his throat, struggling to look you in the eye. Jeez. He can fight Gotham criminals but he can’t even ask to kiss you.

“Can I kiss you?” he blurts out, glancing at you before looking away. He taps his fingers against his leg, immediately regretting the words that came out of his mouth. Smooth, Jason. Smooth.