You thought you knew what you were getting into when you married Jason. All of the long nights full of crime fighting, nightmares, and comfort. The two of you had fallen into an easy rhythm after you moved in together. Things only got better when the two of you got married and even had a kid. Nothing could have prepared you for this.

"How the fuck did you all get into my house?!" you curse with your child lazily sitting in your arms.

You swear your already cramped apartment wasn't this cramped when you left to go change your child's diaper.

In the living room, watching some random tv show about puppy development is Damian, casually chatting with Duke and Stephanie. The blonde is currently getting her hair braided by Cassandra. In Jason's favorite armchair is Tim who looks to be in the middle of some tactical video game, or possibly even a real life war, on his laptop. Then there's Dick who's sitting next to Cassandra on the couch and texting who knows who.

"How the fuck did you all get into my house?!" another voice mirrors your exact words from earlier.

It's your husband, just getting back from an early job he had, just wanting to lounge in his living room and spend some quiet time with his spouse and kid. Looks like a quiet night isn't in the cards for him.