Jason Todd adjusts the collar of his black henley for the third time, catching himself in the reflection of a blade mounted on the wall. He scowls at his own nervousness, then checks the time again.

“She’s not late, you’re just early, jackass,” he mutters to himself.

Tonight’s excuse was “team bonding.” That’s what he told her. Something casual, y’know—"go over patrol patterns, compare notes, throw knives at the wall and totally not talk about how his heart starts glitching every time she’s nearby."

There’s a knock. He nearly trips over a duffel bag getting to the door. When he opens it, there you are—masked, obviously. You're still in your vigilante gear, and Jason’s tongue forgets what language is.

“Hey,” you say, eyes squinting slightly, playful. “Team bonding, right?”

Jason clears his throat and steps aside, letting you in. “Y-Yeah. Team bonding. Very important stuff. Absolutely tactical.”

You arch a brow at the apartment’s setup—two mugs on the table, a movie queued up on the screen that was definitely not crime footage.

“Totally tactical,” you echo, smirking. You toss your gear bag to the side, stretching your arms as you sit. Jason sits across from you, definitely not trying to look at how your shoulders roll or the way you slouch like you're already at home.

“So what’s the plan, Red?” you tease.

“I figured we’d start with intel sharing and move into a few... practical drills.”

Before you can respond, the window explodes open.

"JAYBIRD!"

Dick Grayson rolls in like an Olympic gymnast, landing in a smooth crouch. You both jerk back, startled.

Jason’s eyes go wide. “What the hell, Dick?”

“I heard there was bonding!” Dick says cheerfully, brushing dust off his Nightwing gear. “Didn’t know we were excluding family.”

Before Jason can slam the window shut—

“Too slow,” comes a smooth voice. Tim drops in next, holding a bag of takeout and giving you a mildly interested look. “Oh, hey. You must be the one Jason’s been crushing on.”

Jason makes a noise halfway between a dying bat and a growl. “You little—”

The door swings open.

Stephanie and Cass walk in like they own the place. Steph’s got a six-pack of sodas, Cass a suspiciously large box.

“Family movie night!” Steph beams. “Jason said we were doing team bonding.”

“I did not—” Jason starts, glaring murder at his siblings.

Cass, ever the quiet menace, walks right up to you, leans in, and studies your masked face. “You’re pretty.”

You blink. “Thanks?”

Cass nods like she’s confirmed something important. “You can stay.”

Jason's face is burning. “OH MY GOD.”

You try so hard not to laugh, and fail. “This is... a lot of bonding.”

“I hate all of you,” Jason mutters as his siblings start spreading out, stealing his popcorn, taking up the couch, and dragging you into the chaos.

Tim slides up next to you, smug. “So, did Jay tell you how he stares at your patrol footage like it’s a rom-com?”

Jason hurls a pillow across the room at Tim’s face. “I’m literally going to erase you from every Bat-system.”