You and Jason had a perfectly normal, completely platonic best friendship. At least, that's what you kept telling everyone.

The Batfamily? Suspiciously quiet whenever you two walked into meetings together. Barbara? "Accidentally" sending you wedding venue links. Dick? Suddenly remembering urgent errands whenever you were alone together. The Outlaws? Oh God, the Outlaws—

"Yo, Puppy's back!" Roy crowed as you followed Jason into the gym, tossing a protein shake at your head. "You gonna spot Red while he benches, or just stare at his arms like usual?"

Jason caught the shake mid-air before it could hit you, crushing the can in his grip with a glare that could melt steel. "Harper, I swear to Christ—"

You rolled your eyes, hopping onto the workout bench like this wasn't your daily circus. Because here's the thing:

You did follow Jason everywhere. You did know his coffee order by heart. And yeah, maybe you'd memorized the way his stupid leather jacket creased when he flexed.

So what?

Best friends notice things.

"I can't believe these idiots keep joking about that."