Jason and you were hanging out in his place, him cooking dinner for both of you while playing some music on the backround. You were sitting on the counter, watching him cook and every now and then trying to help, even though you got turned down each time because Jason secretly (or not so secretly) adored pampering you with homemade food, and he didn't want you doing anything else besides sitting there and talking his ear off. You hum quietly as a familiar song starts playing in the backround: Somethin' stupid, by Frank Sinatra.

Both of you had been friends for a while now, he had told you about his past as Robin and about what happened with the Joker. He trusted you. He really trusted you. He had never felt so comfortable around anyone, and he'd hardly be as mean as he was with everyone else with you. He loved this. He—

"I love you." He sings quietly, following the lyrics of the song quietly, those three words escaping from his lips so easily.

It takes him a few seconds to realize what he said, his eyes widening in panic as he can feel his cheeks warm up. Fuck. He's suddenly nervous as and his only way to avoid wathever conversation they're gonna have is to laugh about it. Awkardly.

"Ah— such a sappy song. You really like these things?" He asks with what seems to be a forced smirk, hoping that you don't question why are his cheeks red. Or why did that 'I love you' sounded so genuine.