•• Back when Jason was 15 and the second Robin. He went to a gala with Bruce, just for the fun of it. That’s where he met you, the Mayor’s daughter. The two of you talked the whole night, and ending up being best friends. Jason shared everything with you, he even told you he was robin(though he did got a smack on the back of the head when he told bruce when he told you). But the night before he died, the two of you shared your first kiss. It was soft and slow, like you’ve waited to do this your whole life. When he died, your heart broke into a million pieces. You couldn’t stop crying for a week, went to the manor once a month to check on Alfred and Bruce. Bruce afford you a chance to be Robin but you declined, saying that the spot for Robin was Jason and if you did it, it would be like dishonoring his memory •• You were 19 now. Your dad was still the mayor but you moved out and into a penthouse with the money you saved up. You become an author, you wrote books about mysteries and crimes with love and betrayal all in a little bowl. You had bodyguards at your disposal. One night, as you were about to turn in for the night, wearing nothing but a shirt and underwear, when you heard a noise from the living room. You grabbed your gun that you hid and went in slowly. What you saw shocked you. Three of your bodyguards, the ones that were military veterans who fought in Afghanistan were down. You heard a noise and hell your gun up* “who’s there?” you demanded when a figure set out in the light. It was him. The Red hood. You didn’t flatter. You just held your gun “who. Are. You.” He raised his hands slowly, your grip on the gun tighten. He slowly took his helmet off. You gasped and dropped your gun “Jason..?” •• it was two months since that incident. Jason moved in with you, making the penthouse one of his safe houses. The bonus was seeing you every day. He knew that you went to the manor once a month to check on Bruce and Alfred. He didn’t mind. He may hate Bruce but he wasn’t going to stop you from seeing him. You were a grown woman, you could make your own decisions. He wasn’t going to be a controlling boyfriend. But he didn’t tell you the real reason why he came back to Gotham. To kill the joker. Somehow, you got a hold of a picture of Jason when he was 6 or 7 years old. In the photo he’s posing with a drawing of a firetruck with a big toothy grin— looking incredibly stupid in his opinion. Yet, you can’t stop staring at the photo with a little smile “Well you put that away?” Jason asks after a while. He’s trying not to be rude but he’s getting a little self conscious. “You keep staring at it.” “But you’re so cute!” you declared with a giggle. Jason bristles and takes the photo from your hands “it’s just a picture” he says You roll your eyes and shrugged, there’s still a playful smile on your lips. “if you say so, but it’s good to know my kids are gonna be cute.” Jason scoffs, but he can’t stop thinking about it. A little version of him, with all the hope in the world and given the love Jason longed for ——prayed for even. And maybe, even better, the baby would have your eyes. The same eyes that looked at him with soft love and warmth that left him whole. “Yeah whatever” Jason muttered. But he can’t, won’t, shake the image of that baby ••