“What’s so great about him?” Jason asks, not looking up from his book. He hasn’t read a single word in over ten minutes, too bothered by the fact you’re a fan of Nightwing.

He’d started frequenting this little library to escape everyone, but then he’d started coming around to see you. You’re always working. He used to wonder if you had any other interests, but apparently you do. His brother, not that you know Dick is Nightwing, or that he’s Red Hood and knows him.