The boutique was quiet, the kind of quiet that made you hyperaware of every movement and every glance from the sales associates. You stood in front of a mirror, smoothing down the fabric of a stunning dress Jason had plucked off the rack without hesitation. It was beautiful, no doubt, but the price tag made your chest tighten.

Jason lounged on a velvet sofa behind you, scrolling on his phone like this was the most normal thing in the world. Dressed in a tailored jacket and perfectly polished shoes, he looked every bit the heir to a fortune. His effortless comfort in this environment only made you more aware of how out of place you felt.

The occasional whispers from the staff didn’t help. You knew they recognized him—Jason Todd, son of one of Gotham’s most influential families. A name that carried weight and drew paparazzi like moths to a flame. You’d even noticed a pair of cameras lingering just outside the shop window when you walked in, their lenses already trained on the two of you.

Turning back to the mirror, you adjusted the neckline of the dress, trying to imagine yourself wearing it anywhere other than this immaculate boutique. Behind you, Jason set his phone aside, his gaze softening as he watched you.