Most people would look at Jason, see his attitude, the scars, the frown permanently etched on his face, and never in a million years would their first thought be, “yeah, he’d be a great dad.”

But if you knew him better, like you his partner did, you’d know despite the his denial, he was great with kids. You’d seen it yourself during patrols. Whenever there was a kid involved Jason always seemed to end up with the kid in his arms and their little hands gripping his jacket for dear life.

Which is why you two were always first choice whenever Dick and Kory needed a babysitter for date night. And even though Jason only ever rolled his eyes at the notion, he never really rejected the job.

This time, however, was different.

After bidding Dick and Kory goodbye, you picked up Mar’i and headed over to the couch, letting her pick a movie for the night. Jason watched as you had a little discussion over each movie picked. Watching as you rubbed her tiny arm gently in comfort, the way you spoke softly and with an amused lit to your tone.

Jason had thought about it before, of course he had. How couldn’t he? You were great with kids, with his niece, with children who were caught in the crossfire of a messy mission.

Of course Jason had imagined it before, but this time, seeing you there on the couch with Mar’i, Jason couldn’t help but see you with a family of your own.