HellfireSaphira

For a moment, the rooftop was silent, except for the buzz of neon lights below. Then, almost in unison, the men looked at each other.

Dick arched a brow, a wry grin tugging at his lips. “I’m guessing this isn’t a cooking tutorial.”

Jason snorted, already pocketing his guns. “Tch. More like them blowing off steam… again.” The alpha’s tone carried irritation, but the edge softened with a flicker of fondness that only his brothers and beta would notice.

Tim tilted his head, thumbs brushing over the screen as though considering. “They wouldn’t send it at the same time unless it was coordinated. Which means…”

“Which means they’re up to something,” Dick finished for him, eyes glinting with amusement.

Jason gave a low laugh and tugged his helmet back on. “Fine by me. I’m not complaining if they’re making my night easier.”

There was no need for more words. They knew the routine: Gotham first, but their partners always made sure to remind them that home had its own gravity. Each man offered quick nods of farewell, the camaraderie of patrol dissolving into the pull of anticipation.

By the time they reached their separate apartments, each of them had settled in with practiced ease, phones in hand, hearts beating just a little faster than they’d admit.

None of them were particularly shocked by the thought of their partners entertaining each other; open lines had always been necessary in relationships strained by blood and crime. But what they didn’t expect was the sight of three familiar faces sharing the frame with a fourth body they didn’t recognize, but had certainly heard all about from their respective partner.

And in that single moment, curiosity shifted into something sharper, heavier.

Because whatever this was, it wasn’t just for fun. It was deliberate.

The video begins with Wally adjusting a camera, his tongue sticking out slightly as he fiddles with the tripod. The shot is shaky at first, the sound of fabric rustling and soft breaths carrying through the mic. A low moan echoes in the background—deep, unmistakably Conner’s—followed by the breathless slip of a softer voice.

“F—fuck…” you whisper, your voice trembling on the edge of a plea.

That’s when the camera steadies, angled perfectly toward the large bed. Wally grins into the lens, winks, and backs up to join the others. “Alright, perfect,” he says with an excited lilt, before climbing onto the mattress himself.

The picture comes into full focus: you, blindfolded, centered like a treasure between them. The sheets are tangled around your legs, the marks of bodies shifting and moving already evident in the mess of fabric. Conner is settled between your thighs, his broad shoulders squared, his back to the camera, with his hands gripping you tightly like he’s afraid to let go.

Beside you, Roy lounges with casual confidence. One arm is propped behind his head while the other traces soothing lines through your hair, deceptively gentle for the mocking curl at the corner of his mouth. His voice carries smoothly over the mic.

 “Go on, princess. Let those moans out. Remember—” his eyes flick to the camera, a deliberate pause, “—you have to pick which one’s making you feel the best. Let them hear it.”

On your other side, Wally flops down with practiced ease, draping himself half over you. He presses playful kisses along your jaw and down your throat, grinning against your skin when you shiver. “Don’t hold back,” he teases, words warm and coaxing. “The others are watching real close, and you don’t want to disappoint them, do you?”

You shift under the weight of their attention, blindfold heightening every sound, every brush of touch. A nervous whimper escapes before you can stop it. Roy chuckles low, a sound that feels both taunting and approving, while Wally’s thumb strokes along your collarbone in reassurance.

Pulling away quickly, Conner finally speaks, his voice rough but steady, as if he’s grounding not just you, but himself. “Trust us,” he murmurs, eyes locked on your face even though you can’t see him. “We’ll take care of you. Just listen to us… feel us. That’s all you need.”

The camera captures everything: their practiced ease with each other, the way they circle you protectively in the bed, and the deliberate way each of them speaks loud enough for the men watching. It’s not just for you. It’s a performance, an invitation.

You tilt your head back and offer a slow, confident nod, surrendering yourself to them, trusting their hands and mouths will carry you where they will. Conner’s lips curl into a broader smile against the soft flesh of your mound, the warmth of his breath brushing your skin as he leans in. You’ve already felt his tongue teasing you while Wally fussed over the tech, and your slickness pools between your thighs, your inner walls fluttering in anticipation of what’s to come.

“Okay, okay. Relax. Just breathe for me, I’ve got you.” His voice is a low rumble against your skin. Then, in one deliberate sweep, his tongue drags from your entrance up to your aching clit. He holds your bundle of nerves between warm, wet lips and sucks, coaxing a long, quivering moan right from your throat. Your fingers thread into his hair, anchoring him there, craving every whisper of motion.

Every nerve in your body hums with tension: six months of stolen glances and whispered promises have led to this moment. From the first day you met the trio, you’ve been their quiet fascination; now, finally, they intend to show you their future—and it begins with you. Conner’s face is illuminated by a soft red glow as he toggles his thermal vision, every contour of your desire painted in heat. He watches, calculating, seeking the spot that will send you over the edge.

When he flicks his tongue back to your clit, your hips jerk upward as you whine his name. His mouth parts in satisfaction, leaving a wet kiss on your right thigh. “You’re okay. Lemme take care of you, I know exactly what you need.” He slides a single finger inside you, slow and thick, groaning at the slick glide. You suck in a breath, your walls tightening around him. “Kon… more,” you beg, voice trembling.

At your plea, he eases in another finger. Each stroke is slow at first, measuring your depth, then firmer as he senses your tightness. His fingers stretch you in the most delicious way, each joint brushing your hidden spots. You release a cascade of liquid around his hand, heat flaring through your core. Even his fingers feel large, the girth and strength of his Alpha bearing down on your every moan.

Beside you, Wally presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing your dampness through fabric. His other hand pumps at the rigid outline in his pants, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. “Bet they’re jealous right now, wishing they were here first. Look at you, all flushed and eager for Kon’s fingers.”

You can’t help the ember of heat that surges in your belly, daydreams of more driving a fresh wave of warmth through your thighs. Your tightening around Conner’s fingers draws a throaty curse from him. Wally’s compliments, always ready like a sudden downpour, leave you blushing scarlet as you clamp down again.

“Aw, you’re blushing? Didn’t take much, did it?” Roy teases from the other side, his fingers brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. He presses another kiss to your cheek. “She’s been so good, you really ought to be nicer Wally. Or you might not get a turn.”

Roy's playful threat sets your skin ablaze, goosebumps rising across your flushed chest. The thought of his rough teasing voice as he claims you next sends your pulse racing like a hummingbird's wings beneath your ribs. You tilt your head back against the silk pillows, letting out a higher-pitched moan that echoes in the dimly lit room, your body arching like a drawn bow toward Conner's ministrations. He redoubles his efforts—curling his fingers just so against that spongy, sensitive spot inside you, fingering you deeper until the wet sounds fill the air between your gasps, then latching onto your swollen, cherry-red clit with renewed hunger. He sucks voraciously, hollowing his cheeks around you until you tremble on the brink, thighs quivering uncontrollably against his broad shoulders.

"That's it… you're incredible. Do you even realize how perfect you sound?" he murmurs, pressing his forehead to your inner thigh where a thin sheen of sweat glistens in the low light, pressing kisses there intermediately. His other hand flattens against the skin of your hip, steadying you with a grip firm enough to leave five perfect fingerprints as he pumps two thick fingers inside with a steady rhythm that makes your toes curl against the sheets.

“Tim, I hope you’re paying attention. Look at how perfect she sounds. God, the thought of you two together is enough to make me cum. Fuck imagine your two bodies together, Tim’s fingers joining me, you just writhing around, my perfect Beta and Omega. 

You gasp his title—"Thank you, Alpha!"—and the word cracks open something primal in him, his pupils dilating until only a thin ring of blue remains. His fingers pick up speed and intensity, practically slamming into you, wrenching a new round of moans from your mouth as Conner focuses on hitting that spot just right inside you.

His kisses turn fierce as he clamps his teeth into your thigh, a rough, smoldering bite that flares pain and pleasure together. You cry out his name as the hot sting propels you over the edge. Conner swipes his tongue across the mark, softening it. “There, let them try to ignore that,” he murmurs triumphantly, fingers slowing until they slip free.

Your breath comes in heavy pants as you push up on your elbows, chest heaving, still feeling his heat pulsing where his fingers were. You trace a trembling hand to your thigh and, in a small, awed voice, murmur, “You marked me.”

He leans in, thumb brushing the tender bite. “Is that okay?” His usual confidence is tempered by gentle concern as he watches your reaction. When a slow smile lights your face and you nod, his relief and pride shine in his eyes. He lifts a victorious grin to the hidden camera—an unspoken dare to anyone watching. The mark on you shines bright proof: the first stroke on the canvas of the future he plans to paint together with Tim.

Conner eases back, leaving light kisses up your body as his fingertips linger in your hair like a feather’s caress before he releases you. Wally practically shoves him aside, crowding in with a predatory grin. He brushes a trail of quick, electric kisses along your jaw and the hollow of your throat, each one sending a fizz of anticipation through your veins.

“Alright, my turn,” he purrs, voice low yet crackling with energy. “Don’t get shy now, sweetheart. Dick would love to hear you, so make sure you’re nice and loud for the mic, okay?”

Your body still trembles from the fierce, grounding release Conner coaxed from you moments ago. You gasp, chest heaving, trying to catch your breath through the aftershocks. “Wally, wait— I can’t—” you stammer, voice ragged. He silences you with a demanding kiss that tastes of heat and promise.

Warm fingers trace the soft rim of your entrance before slipping inside in one smooth, confident motion. You groan into his mouth, tasting the faint salt of your own arousal on his lips. A buzzing hum fills the space as his fingers begin thrumming against your inner walls. The sudden vibration makes you jolt, a loud hitch of your breath echoing for the camera overhead.

Roy lets out a low chuckle, leaning in so only you and Conner can hear. “Show-off. Speed’s the only trick he’s got.” Conner’s amused rumble meets Wally’s scoff. Unfazed, Wally winks at Roy, thumb brushing the flat of his mouth. “Yeah, but it’s one hell of a trick. You hear her?”

Your moans tumble out in a steady stream, wet and desperate. You try to clamp a hand over your mouth, but Roy’s gentle but firm grip pries your fingers away. “Don’t interrupt,” he scolds softly. “It’s rude. He’s doing such a good job pleasing you, the least you could do is listen to his request.”

“Wait— it’s too much, Wally. I— I can’t keep up…” you whisper, voice quivering. He chuckles against your skin, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. Then he quickens his fingers, thrusting deeper and faster, no more than a teasing tremor but enough to plunge you toward the edge.

“You feel that?” he murmurs, voice thick with promise. “That’s just the warm-up. Imagine if I really went full throttle.”

A primal moan rips from your throat as another wave of pleasure crashes in. Wally groans, feeling your walls clamp around his vibrating fingers, so achingly tight that you’re clearly hovering on your next climax.

“Keep moaning out loud for Dick if you want this orgasm, baby,” he urges, voice rough. “Make it nice and pretty for him. He’s been working hard lately, so let him know how good his beta is making you feel.”

Your body spasms, overwhelmed by the rapid-fire ecstasy. Conner leans in beside you, steadying your hips so you don’t wrench yourself off the mattress. 

From your left, Roy’s hot breath brushes your ear. “Moan Dick’s name,” he whispers, “it’ll really get him going.”

Wally lets out a soft growl as his thrusts turn more insistent, spurred on by that sly suggestion. He bends over you—his face obscured by your blindfold—planting delicate kisses along your cheekbones and the side of your throat. He never eases his fingers, as he continues to wring out “Please, beautiful, moan his name for me,” he begs. “You’ll do it, right? Moan his name and I’ll make you cum again, I promise.”

Driven by need, you give in. “Dick, please… Fuck, it feels so good Dick, Wally’s treating me so well… Please let me cum. I’ve been so good… Walls, please, I just wanna cum.”

Wally’s eyes flick to the camera, his pupils dilated, a triumphant smirk tugging at his lips. “Perfect,” he croons. “Absolutely perfect. Bet he’s grinding his teeth, trying not to pop his fucking knot. Show him how pretty you look when you cum to help him reach it.”

He shifts aside, granting the lens a clear view of your glistening center. Muscles tensing, you spill over the edge in a flood of warmth, your body arching as your orgasm paints the sheets beneath you.

When your trembling finally subsides, Wally withdraws with a laugh, leaving you panting and flushed. Your legs still tremble, quivering in the wake of your release. Wally had grabbed the camera and leaned it down for a closer shot, the soft glow of the light catching every bead of moisture shimmering on your thighs.

The men’s voices grow low and eager at the sight of your sensitivity. Wally dips a finger into your dripping folds, tracing the slick curve of your lips. You whine as your hips lift involuntarily toward him. When he pulls back, a silken strand of cum stretches between his fingertip and your entrance, glinting in the light.

Roy, never one to pass up a taste, leans forward and engulfs Wally’s finger in his mouth. A low, obscene moan vibrates in Roy’s chest as he looks straight into the camera, eyes alight with hunger.

“You whore, you’re gonna get us all in trouble.” Wally’s whisper is low, amused. Roy shifts to the other side of the bed, the mattress sighing beneath his weight. He leans in, guiding your hips until your legs drape across his thighs. His hands are warm, firm, but unhurried.

“Look at you, already wrecked, and I haven’t even started properly,” Roy murmurs, eyes flicking over your flushed cheeks.

“Roy, don’t—” You whine, cheeks burning. You’re half-aware of what’s happening, half-dreading it, barely able to believe you’ll survive a night with these two alphas.

Roy brushes his thumb along your jaw, feigning sympathy. “Don’t what? Don’t tease? Too late for that, princess.” He raises your legs, presses them together, then positions himself between your thighs. He begins slowly, each deliberate thrust aimed at the camera’s voyeuristic eye. With every motion, his tip brushes your clit, sparking jolts of pleasure that radiate through you.

From the side, Conner’s low growl: “I thought we were focusing on her pleasure, Roy, not ours.”

Roy grins, chest rising and falling. “I am, unless you’re just salty you didn’t think of this first. But my girl’s gonna take good care of me, right? Take good care of us?” He glances at the lens, daring Jason to look away. Then he picks up speed, the slickness of your arousal letting him glide effortlessly. His grip on your ankles tightens, then slips them into one hand, angling them aside so he can lean forward and watch your face as he moves.

“Watching, Hood? Bet you are,” he taunts into the camera, voice thick with challenge. “Don’t scowl at the screen, big guy. You know what happens when you leave me unsupervised. Maybe you should pick up fewer shifts, then you could be here with me and our pretty princess. She feels fucking amazing, and I’m not even in her.”

Your face burns as he resumes, thrusting with calculated intensity. His free hand trails over your ribcage, fingertips skimming your sensitive skin. The room hushes around you, broken only by your ragged breathing and Roy’s measured grunts.

“Roy, stop teasing…” You whisper, fingernails grazing his arm.

He pauses, straightens, and his palm sweeps up your torso in long, teasing strokes before he leans in toward the camera. “Don’t worry, I’m teaching Jaybird about patience. See, if you rush, you scare them off. But if you take your time—” He pinches your nipple, sharp delight blooming inside you, and you gasp. “—they melt for you like ice cream under a summer sun.”

Wally chuckles softly. “Man, you’re really starting a war.”

Roy’s laugh is quiet, unapologetic. “It began the moment we clicked send on that link.” His tone drops into a taunting murmur. “Come on, Jason. Admit it—you’re jealous, aren’t you?” He drives into you faster now, hips pistoning. His own soft groans mix with your cries.

“Bet you wish it were you here, between her thighs. She’s incredible, isn’t she?”

Roy turns away from the camera, focusing on you for a second, leaning over to take the blindfold off your eyes. “Don’t worry, sweetheart—I’ll take care of what they’ve been neglecting. Now look at the camera when we cum, okay? Make sure they see those pretty eyes rolling back at the pleasure I’m making you feel.”

Pleasure coils tighter in your core, your moans climbing a fevered pitch as Roy’s rhythm becomes relentless. With one last thrust, he shudders, spilling himself across your stomach and thighs. You both ride out the aftershocks with his hands still gripping you, his breath hot against your skin.

He withdraws slowly, never leaving your side, planting soft kisses along your hip, the curve of your waist, the nape of your neck. Wally and Conner end up on the bed with you guys, basking in the happy pheromones that you’re releasing in the aftermath, responding with their own pleased scents. 

Wrapped in the aftermath, you murmur into Roy’s chest, “Is he going to be mad?”

Roy lifts his head, brushing a strand of hair from your face. His smile is tender, reassuring. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. He’ll cool off. Eventually.”

As if he had summoned them, a faint buzzing starts. Then another. Then a third. The sounds of incoming calls cut through the quiet, and the men leave the bed to grab their phones.

“Ah, look who it is! I wonder what he could want?” Wally sarcastically questions the group as he checks his phone and the messages he received since the start of the video.

Conner is smug as he’s checking his, quickly looking up to raise an eyebrow at Wally. “Told you this would get their attention.”

Roy just tips his head back, laughing, before walking over to the camera and bending down to look at the lens one last time before turning it off. “Showtime’s over, boys. Hope you enjoyed the preview. We’ll be sure to let you know her answer later.”

a/n: so this one completely took me by surprise. originally, this was gonna be a kakashi (naruto) fic, but since the rest of the days were gonna be dc, i figured all of kinktober will be dc focused. so then the ideas kept changing until i repurposed an idea i had to fit this and then it kinda took on a life of it's own.

the way it's written and left off is open for more parts, obviously if that's something the people want. sorry if omegaverse is not your cup of tea, but there is another omegaverse fic coming feat: bruce x reader x clark, so whoops!

i am a day early, but it's because i was excited to release this and knew i definitely was gonna need more writing time for the next fic.

if you're tagged and don't wanna be for omegaverse, just lemme know and i'll adjust accordingly!

see you in a couple of days for day 3: jason todd: webcam, outdoor sex, messy sex!

i hope you enjoyed, thank you for reading this obscenely long note! likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! as always, you are loved and here's a smooch for you! 💋

buy me a coffee | 13 nights of kinktober

Violet Twilight

member: zodyl typhon

age: 23

Net worth: 37 billion ¥

Current head of the Typhon family firm, the top business conglomerate in all of Tokyo.

no one dares to deny him, the club’s most infamous and influential member. he gets what he wants, when he wants. and he has his eye set on you.

→ Locked

Emerald City

member: enjin

age: 28

net worth: 15 billion ¥

a bodyguard that’s on thin ice with management. he’s rough and unpredictable

for some reason, this bodyguard has his eye set on you. and when he claims something as his, he won’t stop until he gets it.

→ Locked

Rose Tinted

member: bro santa

age: 35

net worth: 25 billion ¥

An established lawyer at a top law firm who hates going out, preferring to stay home with his son, but is often dragged out with his coworkers

he seems quite irritated by the club scene, and keeps to himself despite the constant attention he receives from the other waitresses. perhaps you can break his shell.

→ Locked

Azure Skies

member: corvus arkha

age: unknown

net worth: 32 billion ¥

heir to the Corvus family conglomerate. A rather quiet individual who is new to the luxury scene.

he seems somewhat out of place and is quite the mystery when you first meet him at the club’s bar. why don’t you show him a good time and help him relax a bit?

→ Locked

Vermillion Hearts

member: tamsy caines

age: 23

net worth: he’s stopped counting

The owner of The Sphere who demands nothing but perfection from his toys

though he appears to be charming, money and desire drive his motivations. he demands nothing shy of the best from his employees and he’s tired of your little mishaps.

→ Locked

disclaimer —the original work, Gachiakuta, belongs to Kei Urana. I do not claim any of the characters, photos, or storyline as my own outside of any additional content I include

note — this used to be a series I had planned for JJK, but decided to revamp instead for Gachiakuta; this list may be subject to change

⟢ DOTTA is anything but normal about your quest. He's hardly held together by a team of people on missions, now you want him to go solo? With an actual siren at his back??.. You'd still feel his pout from across the continent, if he wasn't an arms distance away. His eyes stay trained on the inside of his binoculars, focused with the seriousness of a plague on nothing in particular.

You artfully flick river water on the lens to watch him flail about; one arm pressed tight over his eyes, swatting in your direction (trying desperately not to hit any delicates) as he fumbles backwards and into a tree. Good times!.. "You didn't have to laugh!! I seriously could've gotten hurt, yknow, then who'd watch your back?!"

"Tatsuya." .. "Seriously? You honestly think he's a better scout?"

"Nope! But at least he's quiet! ^_^"

":/"

⟢ VENETIM "little ol' me?" LEOPOOL tries his absolute best to negotiate for joint bath privileges, as he is, oh so cold out here, in the cold of your cold shoulder— and it remains under revision until the end of time. Much like a school teacher, should Venetim of all people be allowed such a concession, then everyone will insist on slacking off, and then how will you force a colleague to sit in the woods for no good reason?..

Nevertheless, he lays staring up at the sky with his feet in the water, looking every part the neglectful guard. You keep a warm hand on his thigh to nurture his confidence in being useless— after all, there is no one you'd rather boss around; what is there to do? You're a romantic <3

"Come on, you know as well as anyone I'm perfectly innocent! Is it too much to ask for a warm soak after my exhausting shift?,, Have you no heart?"

"The whole of your 'exhausting shift' is my first hour, Leopool. If you want a dip so bad, though, I suppose we could work something out— thoughts on me holding your head underwater? :)"

"What a sense of humour!!.. I'll pass." "Too bad :("

*⟢ TSAV- "Brooooooooo, how are we supposed to sync up on the field if we don't hang out off the clock???.. Not being naked together is like!! The #1 leading cause of hero deaths!!"

"Tsav, we're getting ambushed. PUT YOUR PANTS ON."

".. Brooooooooo."

*⟢ KAFZEN- "Go ahead, hero, and do be thorough. I'll have to check you for contraband afterwards, and I prefer soap to soot on my gloves :)"

Like Lovers Do:

ᯓ★ Part 1: When the steam clears, there’s no place left to hide. After a rough night, you find comfort in Jason’s arms under the shower spray. But this intimacy is dangerous; every touch, every slow movement, pulls the two of you toward a line you both know you shouldn’t have crossed. Again. MDNI

ᯓ★ Part 2: Patrols go wrong, you get hurt, the Outlaws come to your saving and suddenly you’re benched in the Wayne Manor with a Jason that tails you like a lost puppy. Amidst everyday batfamily chaos (ft Steph, Cass, Tim and Dick), Damian calls you and Jason out on your “totally not a thing,” which, apparently, makes you spiral so hard you end up in Jason’s bathroom getting undressed by hands that are way too gentle for ‘just friends with nothing going on.' MDNI

Planet Him: The idea for Jason's surprise birthday trip to the new Star Wars themed park started off casual, just you and Roy talking. And oh, Jason is so easy to believe anything when it comes to you to come running—okay well… maybe Tim and Damian helped a little too.

Go Gotham Knights, Go!

The Beach

Normal Girl

Baby Came Home: After you lose your powers while trying to take down a partnership between Lex Luthor and Penguin, Jason and you confront your deepest fear — being each other’s second choice. When the rest of the batboys lock you in the Batcave, though, the confession becomes inevitable || porn with plot, switch Jason, forced proximity, wonderbat chaos, MDNI

Cinnamon: Over cinnamon rolls and quiet confessions, you wonder what it would mean to want a life without your own blood on your hands each night— loving Jason always survives that choice || fluff, domestic intimacy

Training

All I Want For Christmas Is... My Family Time Back?: Damian doesn’t want gifts. He wants consistency. But, he has to learn how to ask for it without fighting. You and Jason, being the cause of this problem, have to help him sort it out. || found family conflict, Damian is jealous and wants his sister back, emotional hurt/comfort, crack and funny banter, Soft Jason, fluff

──────────୨ৎ──────────

ᯓ★ Collection v.2:

Misc. || One-shots

Wiped Out?! : During a black out in Gotham’s Midtown, you have to tend to a stab wound at home, exhausted and alone. Jason, sent by Dick to check on you, kinda breaks in. And you kinda have very romantic candlelit make up sex. Oopsie Daisy || ex jason, smut, MDNI

Oh baby, My baby: You want another baby and who is Jason to say no to you when you ask so nicely? || DILF!Jason x wife reader, girl dad Jason, breeding kink, smut, 18+ MDNI

In the beginning, Jason was apprehensive about you. You who approached him first, completely unprompted, at your favorite coffee shop. All red and fidgety with nerves when you asked him for his number.

At first he was sure it was a trap, someone sent sweet, unassuming you to catch him off guard. Try and trip him up then get him when he’s unprepared and vulnerable. After all, regular people didn’t just walk up to Jason on purpose to ask him anything, let alone on a date. Jason knew he didn’t really give off dinner and a movie vibes.

Still, something about you drew him in. Maybe it was the overwhelming normalcy of you. Your outfit was overly-casual, like one of those too-late-in-the-week-to-care outfits when it was only Tuesday. You had a kind of anxious, hurried jitteriness to you that screamed that late-for-everything-college-student vibe.

With your bag slung over your shoulder, bursting with notebooks, textbooks, and stray paper, and your iced-coffee order’s condensation beginning to soak your hands, you weren’t extraordinarily beautiful, or blindly radiant, or mysterious like you were hiding a million secrets from the world. You were just any other twenty-something year old running late for her morning classes.

You were also beginning to tense from Jason’s continued silence, embarrassment overwhelming your body language.

Just as you begin to open your mouth, laugh it off and go about your day pretending like you won’t be thinking about the most beautiful boy you’ve ever met’s hard rejection of you at your favorite coffee place (which you’d never be able to return to again) for the next thirty years of your life—he agreed.

With eyes narrowed in suspicion Jason gave you his number, telling himself it was only to figure out who’s ploy this was and what they wanted with him.

Well, Jason’s investigation lasted eight dates before becoming an official label. And somewhere between the meeting your family and the engagement to marriage pipeline, Jason had to admit you might have really just wanted his number.

Jason was unlike anyone you’d ever met, just like you’d known the second you laid eyes on him. He was rugged and rough around the edges in a charming way. Confident and unwavering at one minute, and then second guessing and completely stumbling over himself the next. When it came to you, he was so unsure about everything. Afraid his touch might break you into a million pieces, and his scars—literal and figurative—would scare you away. All he knew was he could not mess this ups

Jason was pretty closed off when you first started going out, he hid secrets you couldn’t begin to decipher and told lies like a priest spreading the gospel. It took a while to crack him open, but when you did the damage was irreparable.

You confronted him one night about his coming and goings at unholy hours of night and morning. It was not too long after the two of you moved in together, it was getting near impossible for him to hide the bruises from you now and the anxiety of not knowing where your boyfriend was disappearing to kept you up all night.

You wanted to give Jason his privacy, just let the sickening feeling coiling in your stomach slowly eat away at you. Keep it locked up snug and tight. But, one too many sleepless nights and you broke like a dam under distress.

Tears and flurried words and too many feelings for you to keep up with all came rushing out when he stumbled back into your shared apartment one night smelling blood, sweat, and something feminine. You asked if he was in some kind of trouble, or if there was someone else—if he didn’t want to be around you anymore that was totally fine, but at least let you know before you get into this too deep—

Jason cut off your rambling with a bone-crushing hug. Tripping over his own words in a hurry to reassure you, the thought of losing you enough of an adrenaline rush to have him forgetting about any injuries he may have procured and his heart feeling like it just might implode in his chest.

And then Jason broke too. He told you the truth—about everything. His nighttime activities moonlighting as Gotham’s vigilante slash crime lord, his history, his family. He spoke of the monsters he fought day in day out, the sacrifices he often had to make to keep a temporary peace in his city—often times those sacrifices having to be pieces of himself.

He told you about you, how you were his sanctuary. A reminder of what he fought for. Your innocence and light. You were no saint by any means, but you’d never be able to accumulate half the sin just he had on his hands in four lifetimes. You were there to remind him that there was still good worth fighting for in the world. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.

He then apologized profusely for lying to you, and you could never stay mad at him for long anyway. However, to make up for it (on his insistence) you did make him tell you the civilian identities of all your favorite heroes. A fair trade, you’d say.

Which now brings Jason here. Married, paying off a monthly mortgage, attending Thanksgiving and Christmas parties at your family’s house, waving to neighbors at ungodly hours of the morning as he walked your dogs, and soon expecting a little one of his own.

Yeah, it definitely wasn’t what four-years-ago-Jason would’ve imagined himself as either, or even further back than that Jason. He wouldn’t trade a second of it for the world.

He’d like to say a part of him was reluctant to tell his family of your guys’ relationship because they’d disapprove, and that was why they didn’t know. Saying something like you two were rushing into things and that you had no business being in their line of work due to the dangers. But, in all reality, even after Jason had started to rekindle his relationship with his family and see them more often, he’d just…forgotten.

To tell anybody, really. His family, his friends, he just thought at some point he had told people and they just never mentioned it—there was no way the people he surrounded himself with wouldn’t be able to find out. So, they had to have just no interest in you two, right?

Wrong. Apparently. Jason found out this fact firsthand.

Jason didn’t wear his wedding ring while at work, for obvious reasons. Some of the most notable being, it wasn’t very practical nor was it anyone’s business what the Red Hood’s love life was like. Plus, he didn’t want it to get dirty or risk losing it. He often opted out of wearing it all together deciding the best course of action is to leave it at home, however that night had been different.

Patrol had ended early one night, something Jason was rather irked by considering he’d rushed here from out of state visiting your family due to a false alarm ‘emergency’. He’d had to leave you behind and wouldn’t be able to see you for another week, as the excuse he’d given your family was supposed to be long-term and he refused to let you cut your visit short.

He, along with the other assorted members of Gotham’s vigilantes, ended up back in the Batcave. Jason sat by himself, off to the side where he was not sulking, and—more importantly—where you were not answering his messages.

Dick waltzes up to Jason, who doesn’t even acknowledge his presence, and flops down on the couch next to him,throwing his legs over Jason’s body and making a show of getting comfortable.

Jason glares at him over the screen of his phone and roughly shoves Dick’s feet off of him, promptly turning his attention back to his phone.

Dick cocks a brow. Jason had been particularly quiet and prickly tonight—and he means even more than usual.

It wasn’t uncommon for Jason to be in a bad mood, especially around them, but in recent years he’d been better. He’d started to actually spend time with them—even outside parole, reaching out first occasionally, and they could go several hours without him blowing up and storming off! All in all, Dick wouldn’t call Jason’s behavior unusual, just odd for it to be tonight of all nights.

“What’s so interesting?” Dick asks, nosiness curiosity getting the better of him. He switches his position, instead draping himself over Jason, who was still glued to his phone, and trying to peek at Jason’s screen.

“None of your business, dickhead!” Jason snaps, trying to push Dick away from him.

“What? What is it? Come on! I want to see!” Dick says insistently, chuckling as Jason gets more and more riled up. They wrestle for a moment, Jason outright childishly holding his phone up in the air, away from Dick, as Dick tries to grasp for it but is stopped by Jason’s hands and feet pushing him away.

“Is it something naughty?” Dick teases, mock gasping. “Is that why you won’t show me, Jason? Are you being a bad boy?”

“Shut up! You weirdo!”

Dick howls with laughter as all but Jason tackles him to the floor once Dick gets ahold of his phone. They continue their roughhousing, Dick trying to unlock Jason’s phone screen as Jason fights to get it back. However, Dick has rolled onto his stomach now, and hunches over the phone moving this way and that to prevent Jason from seizing it back. Their commotion draws over the other inhabitants of the cave.

Jason’s phone is snatched from Dick’s hands, Jason lunges after it but is held back by Dick.

“Don’t let him get it, Dami!” Dick says, a wild grin on his face and breathing harshly from laughing so hard.

Damian stands in front of them, Jason’s phone in his hand as he gives the phone a suspicious look. The lock screen is a picture of a woman, her back to the camera as she looks out at the setting sun across the ocean with her hand atop a dog’s head sitting obediently at her feet. Damian raises a brow slightly at this, but opts not to mention it. It wasn’t any of his business what Jason found aesthetically pleasing, after all.

He instead turns back to the real objective at hand: making Jason’s life miserable.

“What is that you’re hiding, Todd?” Damian demands, not asks. “Give it up now and save yourself the trouble. I will find out, one way or another.”

“I’m not hiding anything!” Jason says, irritated. He technically wasn’t lying. He wasn’t intentionally hiding anything from them. He was simply waiting for a very important message from you that he didn’t want to miss because of his annoying, asshole siblings.

Damian clicks his tongue, not believing Jason’s words. He crosses his arms and holds the phone out to his left, handing it over to Tim who starts examining it top to bottom.

Jason rolls his eyes, “You guys are making such an unbelievable deal out of this. It’s just a phone!”

“Nuh uh!” Dick ever-so-helpfully cuts in, his grin still having not left his face as he holds onto Jason even though Jason had stopped struggling. “It’s a phone you don’t want us to see! Which makes it much, much more than just a phone.”

Jason rolls his eyes harder, if that’s even possible, and attacks Dick again. This time, just for Dick being obnoxious.

Tim continues to look over the phone with a critical eye. The case is a black otterbox, the lock screen the picture of a woman and a dog, and a basic numbered password locks the phone. Overall, nothing stands out to him. No secret mechanics or buttons. Well, nothing but the fact that this was definitely not the phone Jason used around them.

That was nothing too shocking though, they all had secret phones. Except the fact that this one seemed to be the personal one, not the work one.

Okay—maybe Jason was hiding one little thing from them, but hiding his personal number from them was nothing egregious.

“A secret phone?” Cass says as she looks over Tim’s shoulder, a smirk on her face and a conspiring glint in her eyes.

“Seems like it.” Tim replies, ignoring Jason and Dick’s squabbling, a twin smirk on his mouth.

“Open it, Drake!” Damian says impatiently, smacking Tim’s arm repeatedly.

“Alright, alright! Stop it!” Tim shakes Damian’s hand off and tries to unlock the phone. He first tries numerous combinations of numbers he knows Jason would use to try and trip them up, but they don’t work. Tim frowns.

Of course they didn’t work, the password was your birthday, but Jason would never use something so simple as a birthday as a password, right? Not that they knew your birthday, anyway.

Jason made it easy for you. He never used his personal phone for anything other than you and the civilian side of his life, anyway.

Usually, he never carries his personal phone with him while he’s at work, much like his wedding ring, and he would never give you his work phone contact to potentially have your number compromised if his phone is ever stolen while he’s out at night. All he has installed on your phone while he’s out is a panic button, it’s made to alert him immediately on any of his devices of your location once it’s activated.

Tonight, though, in his rush he’d kept his personal phone on him—and thank god for it otherwise he’d be bored out of his mind, stuck in the batcave with only his family to keep him company. Well, up till you stopped replying of course.

Tim tries four more passwords before the phone shuts him out for a two minute cool-down. Tim grumbles deep in his throat, starting to get irritated himself.

“Jason, what is it?” Tim grumbles, tapping his foot insistently waiting for the two minutes to finish up. “What’s the password?” Jason doesn’t answer, too caught up with getting out of Dick’s headlock.

“Try one-two-three-four.” Cass suggests.

“Why would it be one-two-three-four?” Tim asks, exasperated. Cass shrugs. Tim sighs.

Jason’s phone suddenly dings with a notification, the sound drowned out by the surrounding chaos. Still, it cuts through the cacophony of noise to Jason like a siren.

“Message from ‘ba—’” Tim starts to read. Jason leaps off of Dick, his brother yelping as he’s trampled under Jason’s feet.

His heart soared when he saw your name on his screen. His shoulders loosens and his face softens, his heart beats a million miles an hour as he taps to open the message. However, his demeanor quickly sours once again once he sees he’s locked out for another forty-two seconds.

Cass’ brows rise imperceptibly as she watches Jason’s body language rapidly change, seemingly going unnoticed by their brothers. She grins and studies Jason closely, thoroughly intrigued now.

She cocks her head, that sly grin still splayed across her lips, and approaches Jason. She peeks over at his phone screen that he alternates from glaring at to Tim and back.

“Who is it?” She asks in a whisper, like they were trading secrets under a comforter way past their bedtime. She hangs over Jason’s arm, trying to get a look at the message as the timer ticks closer to zero, before she’s pushed out of the way by Damian.

“What? What is it?” Damian demands. “I want to see.” He tugs down at Jason’s arm, trying to move it out of the way and snatch the phone back.

Cass pushes Damian back and retakes her spot, Damian doesn’t take kindly to that and soon they’re having an all-out tug of war with Jason’s forearm.

Jason tries to push them both off, but he’s quickly bombarded by his plethora of siblings. Dick finally gets up off the floor with a groan and drapes himself over Jason’s back, and Tim takes a spot hanging over Jason’s other open arm. His siblings’ voices all overlap one another as they continuously get louder trying to speak over the others, making it nearly impossible to pinpoint what one is saying. However, if Jason had to guess, the gist of it all was them wanting to know what was on his phone.

“Would you idiots calm down?!” Jason shouts over them, though it does little to quell their mayhem. However, once he ever-so-casually drops that it’s just you messaging him, that gets them to freeze and the cave suddenly goes dead silent.

Jason rolls his eyes, finally squeezing out of his siblings’ grasps and walking back over to the couch he was previously sitting on. All the while, Dick, Cass, Tim, and Damian stare after him in utter confusion, Jason doesn’t even notice their puzzlement.

The four share looks with each other, looking to one another for answers but coming up short each time.

“Uh…” Tim finally speaks up, “Who?”

Jason repeated your name absentmindedly, like it was one he said on a result basis. Like it was one they were supposed to know.

This also catches the attention of Bruce, who’d previously been sitting at the batcomputer ignoring his children’s rambunctiousness. The four kids glance back at him for answers, but he has no answer for him.

“Right.” Dick says, walking over to Jason who was almost giddily tapping away at his phone, completely unaware of their odd behavior. “And…who is that again?”

Dick chuckles awkwardly, trying to gently coax an answer out of Jason. He leans over the back of the couch and peers at Jason’s phone with his siblings joining him, no resistance from the younger man this time.

However, that seemed to be the wrong thing to ask as Jason whirls around to glower at Dick, pure disbelief and outrage on his face like Dick had just committed the most heinous of crimes.

“Are you serious?” Jason asks, tone hard and deadly. “My wife, jackass?”

Jason scoffs and turns away from Dick, and Dick notices for the first time that night Jason’s fiddling with the necklace strung around his throat. The necklace with a wedding ring hung from it, the inside of the ring engraved with ‘Mr & Mrs’ followed by initials of two names, one he knew as Jason’s and the other hyphenated, and a date. A wedding date if Dick was so bold to assume.

The cave was now so quiet Dick could swear even the resident bats had stopped to settle into absolute shock. He could practically hear Tim’s jaw drop to the floor.

Also for the first time that night, Dick got a good view of Jason’s phone screen. Jason was scrolling through a chat on his messages app;

‘baby 💍💖’:

sorry!! I got caught up in a poker tournament (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

but don’t worry you worry your pretty little head sugar, I won hehehe (¬‿¬ )

no matter what that little tyrant cousin of mine tries to say

[6 attachments]

what do you think of these ones??

Dick watches in stunned silence as Jason replies to each message, taking time to reply to the person saved as ‘baby’ with a heart and ring in his phone that texts with emoticons, with care and attention.

Dick thinks he nearly falls to his knees with a heart attack when he sees the images sent to Jason were baby cribs—and he’s pretty sure Bruce actually does when he hears a strangled gasp to his left. He hadn’t even noticed when the man had come up and joined him and the others, but there he stands mouth agape and his skin a worrying pallor.

“Todd…” Damian is the first to the silence, his voice barely above a whisper at first thought he might as well have just set off a hydrogen bomb.

“You have a wife?!” The boy screeches, voice raising an octave in disbelief.

“Since when?” Cass asks next, in complete disarray.

“Since how?” Tim chimes in, eyes nearly bulging out of his head trying to piece some puzzle together.

“Jason…” Bruce says breathlessly, the quietest among them sans Dick’s abstaining, the gears in his head working overtime trying to figure things out. His brow furrowed and his eyes rapidly blinking, he looks almost…hurt.

Jason looks at them all quizzically, almost appearing as confused as them though Dick is positive that may be impossible.

“What? What are you morons talking about?” Jason asks, his demeanor truly lost.

“What are you talking about?” Dick can’t help but throw his question back at him. He feels his legs starting to get shaky and he has to sit down.

“I’ve been married.” Jason says as if he’s stating the sky is blue.

“Jason…I—why didn’t you—when did—“ Possibly for the first time ever Dick witnesses Bruce at a loss for words. No contingency plan existed for missing your son’s wedding, apparently.

Jason stares at them all strangely, seeming particularly unsettled by Bruce’s reaction. “Uh…yeah. I’ve been married for like two years now.” He says casually.

“Two—two years?!” Tim and Dick shout simultaneously, Dick shooting to his feet. Bruce releases another one of those dying animal sounds and sits down where Dick was previously before he could topple to the floor, rubbing his hand over his face.

“Yeah…” Jason is startled now, clarity slowly starting to creep into his features now. “Didn’t I…tell you guys?” He asks apprehensively.

“No!” They all shout back.

“Well, how did you not know?!” Jason replies defensively. “Aren’t you people supposed to be the ‘world’s greatest detectives’?”

“Jason, no offense, buddy, but you don’t exactly give off the whole loving husband vibe.” Tim says, looking Jason over as if seeing a whole new person.

Jason’s face screws up in definite offense. “Oh fu—”

“You are having a baby!” Cass interrupts, tone caught somewhere between bewilderment and excitement. She’d snagged Jason’s phone while he’d been distracted and now she and Damian scroll through the two of your messages.

Bruce really does collapse that time.

It’s the next day when they all gather together again. The night before, after Dick and Jason had deposited Bruce in his bedroom upstairs, they’d all agreed to get some sleep and resume their talk in the morning. Hopefully, some rest and preparation would help soothe the situation and their conversation can happen in a more civilized manner.

That was the plan, however, even Jason walked into the dining room the next morning for breakfast, he found his family already there looking as if they hadn’t slept a wink.

Jason sits down in his usual seat, ignoring the disappointed look Alfred gives him as he places a plate in front of him. They all sit in silence as Jason serves himself breakfast.

“Look…it was uh—an honest mistake.” Jason says sheepishly, breaking the silence. The sound of forks scraping porcelain halts at Jason’s words as his family all look up and stare at him incredulously.

“An honest mistake?” Dick asks, as if his lack of sleep was causing auditory hallucinations.

“To neglect to inform us that you’ve been in a relationship. The past four years.” Damian tags on—rather judgmentally might Jason add.

“And married. The last two.” Tim says. What was this, some kind of circus act?

“Also, you are expecting a baby.” Cass helpfully adds.

Jason shrugs, finding his food rather captivating. “Could happen to anybody.” That was that catalyst. All of a sudden everyone is speaking loudly trying to speak over each other.

“Right. That too. Is there anything else you’ve forgotten to tell us about, Jason?” Dick asks, overly sarcastic. “You know, besides your secret family.”

“Any more babies?” Cass—voice bright.

“Oh god, please, no.” Bruce moans.

“Why have you hidden this woman from us, Todd? Are you ashamed?” Damian narrows his eyes suspiciously.

“What—no—!”

“Is she a hero?” Tim.

“Who does she work with?” Bruce.

“Is she a criminal? That would explain your reluctance.” Damian, again.

“No, she’s not—”

“Who is she? What does she look like?“

“Are you going to invite her over?”

“Oh! Tell her to come to dinner tonight!”

Jason could hardly keep up anymore, between his brothers’ rapid questions, Bruce’s hard scrutiny—as if he could figure every answer to his questions if he stared at Jason long enough, and Cass making dinner plans with Alfred.

“Shut up! How am I supposed to answer anything if you don’t give me time to breathe?” Jason snaps, huffing and throwing his fork down. “Ruined my damn breakfast.” He mutters, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Oh, quit pouting, Todd—” Damian rolls his eyes.

“I am not pouting, you little—”

“That’s enough!” Bruce cuts in, his tone firm and commanding, quelling the cacophony of voices.

“Jason…” He says, trailing off like he wasn’t sure where he was originally going with his sentence. “Are you sure about this? Marriage is uh…a big decision—”

Jason snorts, cutting Bruce off before he could hurt something with how uncomfortable he was. “Little late for that, big guy.”

“When are you bringing her over?” Cass inquires again. She seemed to be the only one finding the positive in this situation. “Tonight? What should we make for dinner? Does she have any allergies? Alfred—”

Cass turns to Alfred and continues with her dinner plans, not waiting to consult with Jason.

“She can’t come tonight.” Jason rolls his eyes, sighing heavily. “She’s visiting her family in her hometown.”

A collective groan of disappointment resounds around the room, even Alfred and Bruce seem to huff a bit in despondency.

“So even your own wife can’t stand to be around you, huh?” Damian taunts.

“I swear to god—”

A week later, you and Jason stand out front the manor.

“We can leave, if you want.” Jason says, squeezing your hand reassuringly. Though, you think that was more for himself than you. “Really. No offense on either side, we’ll just say something came up with the baby. That you’re not feeling good, or—”

“Jason.” You interrupt, gently gripping his hand in both of yours. “It’s going to be fine. I promise.”

“I know. I know that. Of course it’s going to be fine.” Jason scoffs, seemingly thinking his casual attitude covered up the stiffness of his shoulders. Your sweet Jason, doesn’t he know you know him too well for that?

“Doesn’t mean I have to want to do it.” He mutters under his breath. You huff out a small breath of laughter, shaking your head.

You rub comforting circles on the back of Jason’s hand. “You ready?” You ask, hopping excitedly on the tips of your toes once you two stop in front of the large, double front doors.

Jason softened as he observed you. A smile slowly overtaking his smile and his shoulders loosening, your presence was calming and your smile infectious. He couldn’t help but almost share in your excitement—almost.

Before you could even finish knocking, the door swings open. Standing in the threshold was Jason’s sister, and if you didn’t know any better you’d suspect she’d been standing there watching and waiting for you two to knock.

She looks over you critically, doing a full head to toe scan of you before looking you straight in the eyes.

You clear your throat, squeezing Jason’s hand for courage. However, before you can let nerves get the better of you, her face breaks out into a brilliant smile.

“Hi!” Cass says, her eagerness barely being restrained. “Welcome! I am Cassandra—but just call me Cass.”

Cass reaches out for your hand, pausing for a moment to see if you’re alright with her grabbing ahold of it. You meet her halfway—much to Jason’s dismay—and you swear the sun shines a little brighter as her face lightens.

She pulls you into the foyer, talking amicably with her entire body as if there weren’t enough words in the world to express her thoughts. “I’m so excited to meet you! I can’t believe Jason has tried to hide you from us.”

“I didn’t—” Jason tries to cut in.

“I asked Jason what you like so I hope everything is perfect for you.” Cass says excitedly, ignoring Jason’s grumbling. She pulls you along further and you have to pick up the pace to keep up with her.

“Hey, careful!” Jason growls, you swat at him and quietly tell him to ‘knock it off’. He looks at you with blatant offense, his eyes telling you he can’t believe you’re taking her side. You roll your eyes and continue following Cass.

Cass drags you into the dining room, Jason trailing in not far behind you. The atmosphere is warm with candles lit and the table all set, the air filled with the comforting smell of all your favorite foods.

An old man dressed in a butler’s suit appears through a swinging door, presumably from the kitchen the smells of food are wafting from.

“Good evening, Miss.” He smiles politely, warm and grandfatherly. “I am Alfred Pennyworth, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

You brighten at the familiar name. “Ah! Alfred, yes, Jason’s told me so much about you!” Alfred nods and pulls out a seat for you, you take it gratefully. You smile jubilantly at Jason as he takes the seat next to you, conveying an ‘I told you so!’, absolutely elated with the smooth meetings so far.

Jason shakes his head fondly. Cass pats your arm on her way out of the dining room, smiling reassuringly. Faintly, drop the hall in the foyer you’d just arrived from, you hear her voice call out; “They’re here! Dinner!”

A moment of silence goes by. You and Jason were left alone in the dining room speaking quietly amongst yourselves, Jason’s hand never having left yours.

Then, you hear thundering footsteps approaching from the hallway. Jason groans and slumps down into his chair.

The dining room door bursts open, and a man you recognize as Dick Grayson, Jason’s older brother, stumbles in pushing through the crowd of his younger siblings also trying to fight their way in. You giggle and his eyes snap to you, his face brightening with a charming smile.

He calls out your name and approaches you with his arms spread like he was coming in for a hug. “It’s so great to finally meet you! I’d like to say Jason has told me a lot about you, but he really hasn’t.” He says, obviously still bitter over the fact Jason had kept your relationship a secret from him.

You chuckle sheepishly, glancing at Jason who was glaring at Dick. Jason told you about how it may have slipped his mind the least couple years to mention he was in a relationship to his family. You couldn’t even really be upset considering the fact it may have…slipped yours as well?

The thing was you had met his family before! Sort of. About a year into you two dating, Jason had dragged you to a gala hosted by Bruce Wayne, practically begging you to accompany him so he wouldn’t be ‘bored to death surrounded by a bunch of pompous assholes’ (his words, not yours). You’d clung to Jason’s arm the whole time as Jason skirted on the edges of the ballroom, and fifteen minutes in you two had elected to ditch the event as a whole instead having a date night in.

Throughout the evening, however, quite a couple of his family members had chased him down, and at the least greeted him before he could shake them off. Ok, you guess you can see how Bering seen walking beside Jason at a gala filled to the brim with people could be overlooked as a proper introduction.

But you knew of Jason’s unconventional relationship with his family, he’d only just started—slowly, integrating himself into their lives after all, so you never pushed for anything.

You felt a bit guilty now, though, after finding out how upset his family had been about not knowing of you.

Dick tries to take the seat next to you but Cass is quiet and silent as she slips behind him, yanking the chair out from under Dick before he can properly sit down and sending him crashing to the floor. She maneuvers the chair around him and places the seat next to you again, sitting down with a smug grin.

Jason bursts out laughing. You try to stifle your own laughter and ask Dick if he’s okay, but with the way Cass and Jason are looking at you with amusement you must be doing a terrible job.

The youngest of the bunch, that you know is Damian Wayne, clicks his tongue. “Get off the floor, Richard, you are embarrassing me.”

You nearly lose your composure again after hearing the words coming out of the young man’s mouth. You can’t help finding it incredibly endearing how prim and proper he presented himself. You really do laugh when the boy’s face turns bright red after you tell him that very notion.

Last to enter is Tim Drake, snickering at the sulking Dick who took the seat across from you instead, and the blushing Damian.

You’re pleasantly surprised how easily you all slip into comfortable conversation. Laughing and teasing, trading stories and lighthearted secrets as if you’ve been doing it for years.

You were having an amazing time, any doubt or anxiety you previously had completely disappearing with your reverberating laughter. Even Jason had lightened up.

Bruce Wayne finally made his appearance once Alfred began bringing out the night’s dinner on trays.

You stiffen imperceptibly, that anxiety slowly creeping back into your stomach, but you don’t let it dampen your mood. Only sitting up straighter and keeping your carefree smile on your face.

Jason sets a reassuring hand on your thigh, heavy and warm and familiar. It soothes your nerves and you take his hand in yours, sending a smile his way.

Bruce sits down quietly, the other Wayne family members not bothering to briefly break in their conversations to acknowledge him. He seems content with this so you don’t say anything either, only waiting for him to look up and meet your eyes.

You greet him politely, and he says your name in return with a small nod. From what you’ve heard from Jason that is a wonderful sign and probably the most you’re going to get out of him, so you take it in stride and smile widely returning to the rest of the table.

It was nice being so included in their inner circle. You had a bit of a rocky relationship with your family yourself, but you’d all been working on it in recent years. However, the way you slipped so naturally into their dysfunctional quota was like a missing piece of a puzzle finally finding its home.

You could feel even through all the teasing and poking fun that this family would always have each other’s backs. Through the rough and hard times, or even when they’re at each other’s throats, they’d never give up on one another. Knowing Jason had something like that to look after him if anything ever happened to you comforted a piece of your soul.

Halfway through dinner, you glanced at Bruce Wayne, having almost forgotten he was there. Silently he sat, eating his dinner and observing the attendants at the table and your heart melts as you saw the contented warmth in his eyes. He met your eyes and gave you a slight, warm smile, you saw the way he watched Jason and you.

How open and easygoing Jason became with you around, his arm thrown over the back of your chair and him openly talking and laughing without a care. Your heart soared as he gave you an approving nod, almost thanking you for taking care of his son.

Wow. You totally got why people lost their mind’s for the Batman’s approval now.

“Hey.” You’re pulled away from Cass and answering her million questions about your pregnancy; ‘Did you know what it was yet?’ ‘How far along are you?’ ‘Have you picked out names?’ ‘What do you think about this nursery? Or this one?’ ‘Have you considered Kassandra if it’s a girl? With a K of course.’—when Tim whisper-yelled your name across the table.

You chuckled leaning in with the others as they all acquired a conspiring glints in their eyes.

“Be honest—did you totally kick Jason’s ass when you found out his incredible incompetence struck again?” Damian asks, almost excited to hear about your imagined wrath.

“Please tell me you did.” Tim chimed in, still whispering as if Jason wasn’t sitting directly to your left.

“Oh, don’t be too upset with him!” Dick says, though his wolfish grin betrayed his true thoughts. “He’s not the brightest person sometimes, but he means well! We all have our flaws.”

Jason scoffs and you could practically hear him roll his eyes. You respond before Jason can start retort.

“Well actually…” You begin, tentatively. “I thought you all knew too.” You confess.

The table goes silent.

“I just thought none of you ever mentioned anything! So I didn’t either.” You chuckle bashfully.

Well weren’t you two just a pair of peas in a pod.

“And technically!” You add quickly, trying to defend yourself. “We have met before! At a gala, three years ago, around Christmas time.”

“The Christmas Wayne Foundation gala…?” Dick mumbles.

“Mhm!” You nod, Jason holding a hand up to you as if you were proving some point of his.

“Three years ago…” Tim says, almost like he’s trying to make sure he heard you right.

“Where Jason avoided us the whole night and then disappeared before the event really even started?” Cass asks, this time. You’re sort of starting to get the feeling you’ve said the wrong thing.

You nod again, a little less assured now. “Well, yes. But I was there with him!”

“That counts as a meeting, right? I did see all of you.” You turn to Jason who nods in agreement.

“Not your fault they couldn’t put two and two together—” Jason tries to say.

“No!” They shout in unison.

“Are you people living in delusion?”

“You didn’t even invite us to the wedding! How’re we supposed to guess that you’re married?”

“Well it was small! There were only like—two other people there anyway!” Jason tries to defend.

“Not even a Facebook relationship status change?”

Lesson learned. Jason will never assume the ‘world’s greatest detectives’ (derogatory) knew everything ever again.