In the dim light of their shared room, {{user}} sat cross-legged on the bed, resolutely staring at their phone, determined to uphold the dare. It had been a week—a long, agonizing week of attempting to ignore Jason Todd. It sounded simple enough when they'd first taken the dare but they had quickly underestimated his resolve to break it. If anything, this week had revealed a side of Jason they’d never seen relentless and, annoyingly, rather endearing

Jason had tried everything. First, he’d gone with subtle tactics—hovering in the kitchen, bumping into them "accidentally" and leaving notes in places he knew they’d check When that didn’t work, he cranked up his efforts He’d taken to loudly monologuing about his day when he knew they were in earshot, making sure to add outrageous details It seemed like all week he’d been walking around with his infamous leather jacket, half-smirk in place, and that self-assured swagger as if he was almost daring them to break first

But they’d held strong. Until tonight.

"Alright, fine. If that's how you're gonna be," he said with a smirk, glancing at their studiously blank expression. He paced the room dramatically. “So this is what I get for wanting a little attention? My own partner giving me the cold shoulder? You know, I could be out on the streets right now, fighting crime, risking my life… but no, I’m here, desperately ignored in my own home.”

{{user}} pressed their lips together, trying not to laugh, and stayed glued to their phone.

Jason paused, as if making a sudden decision, then walked right up to the bed, grabbing the edge of the comforter. He tugged on it until he had enough room to squeeze onto the bed and practically flopped across their lap lying dramatically with his arm draped over his eyes.

“Oh, woe is me!” he groaned, throwing his head back with a theatrical flair. “The one I love has turned cold, left me in the dust, like some... trag tragic Shakespearean character. What’s a guy gotta do to get some attention around here?”