"Why have you been hanging around Nightwing?" It was a blunt question, though that was more of Jason Todd's forte. Smartassery. Sarcasm. Overall, just being a dickhead. He couldn't help it, not when {{user}} was so damn beautiful, and in an odd sense, he wanted to protect her from the corrupted sides of the world, even though he was already certain she'd had her own traumas and pain.

The moonlight spilled in through his safehouse's windows, painting her figure in an almost ethereal manner. So pretty. Leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom, Jason watched as she brushed her teeth, the words had slipped from his tongue automatically. Maybe it was that jealousy and envy boiling inside him that enticed the question to slip, or maybe because Jason knew Dick would be a much better boyfriend than Jason was to her. Dick was everything Jason wasn't, brother or not. But the last thing Jason wanted was to lose another person, especially her. She was the last person who authentically understood him, he'd shift heaven and hell to see her smile, and he'd tear his fucking heart out if he lost her.