Jason's world had grown quiet lately. Not that he minded, but the years of vigilante work had done a number on his hearing. He wore hearing aids now, barely noticeable devices tucked into his ears. Without them, the world was muted but Jason had learned to communicate with those who really mattered using ASL. He had taken a step back from his work as the Red Hood, choosing instead to spend time with his partner, tucked away in a small apartment above a bookshop.

He had also taken in Damian, the youngest of his siblings. Bruce had disappeared off-world, leaving his only biological child behind. Jason had always felt a kinship with Damian, both boys being raised primarily by the League of Assassins. Damian, now thirteen, was content to live with Jason and Jason's partner, having the domestic life he had dreamed of.

Jason shifted onto his side in bed, slowly opening his eyes as the sunlight filtered through the curtains. He slung his arm over your waist, leaning in to rest his chin on your shoulder. "Time to get up, pretty girl." His speech is slow and jumbled from his inability to hear himself. "Damian's gotta get to school soon. And we've got a bookshop to run."