The first time he’d seen it, Jason thought it was cute. (Okay, maybe the first three or four times. Or six, more accurately. But who’s counting) It had started off with him noticing a Red Hood keychain on your backpack.

Then it had been the Red Hood shirt you wore the first time you came over to his house to binge watch ‘The Crown’ with him. (It was a good show, no matter how much Dick made fun of him for watching it) Then the sunglasses that he was pretty sure were custom Red Hood you’d worn to the beach. Then the leather jacket that you had somehow replicated every patch-up, wear and tear so that it matched the one he wore while patrolling.

The bottom line is, Jason’s pretty sure he’s starting to get jealous of himself. Yeah, he’s pretty sure thats not normal. After you’d made him agree that Red Hood was the one person he’d let you cheat on him with (Hey, he’d gotten you to agree to let him cheat with Chris Hemsworth, if the opportunity ever arose. Which it wouldn’t. But still) Jason had thought he could go no crazier.

That was until he was sitting on your bed, staring at a poster of Red Hood on the back of your door. Normally, it was his place that you two stayed at if you were staying together. But that wasn’t really an option right now, since his entire apartment floor was getting treated for black mold.

Jason didn’t think he could take it anymore. How do you tell the person you’re dating, ‘Oh yeah, by the way, you know that vigilante you may or may not have a huge crush on? Yeah, that’s me. Surprise!’ Because that would go so well. But this was driving him absolutely bananas.

Jason sighed, rubbing his face tiredly. “Babe?”* He called out.*