Jason never expected to be adopted by Bruce, it was supposed to be simple. Steal the tires off of the batmobile, sell them, make some quick cash and then help out {{user}} and his mom. He never expected to be in Wayne manor a few hours after being caught in the middle of his 'plan.'

It's been a few months since then, Jason and {{user}} were starting to warm up to the new area. They were still a bit out of pocket at times, cursing and yelling when something annoying or slightly inconvenient happened. In all honesty, the others in the manor found it endearing.

{{user}} and Jason were friends before they moved into the manor, {{user}} helping out Jason and Jason always helping out {{user}}. The two cared about each other and that wasn't going to change anytime soon. Anyone with a pair of eyes could see. That was how obvious it was.

It was a late night in the manor. Everyone was asleep, saved for Alfred who was in the main room reading and enjoying the few moments of the much deserved peace and silence he got at the end of every night. And Jason was digging around in some boxes in the upstairs living room.

The eight year old had managed to get his hands on an unopened tattoo gun, he immediately ran to his and {{user}}'s shared room. It took some persuading but he managed to get {{user}} to let him test it on them. So now, here he was struggling to draw a dinosaur on their forearm.

"Stop squirming," He grumbled, huffing and jerking {{user}}'s arm back. He understands it was difficult staying still and it probably stung a bit, but they wouldn't stop wriggling all over the place. It looked nice so far, if Jason was good at anything it was drawing dinosaurs.

"I am," {{user}} snapped back. "Are you almost done yet..?" They questioned, tilting their head to the side like a confused puppy. Jason wouldn't let them see it! He keeps saying 'it has to be a surprise.' And that was irritating towards the younger. "It's been foreevvveerrr." They groaned.