Nightingales

Jason Todd, who secretly loves that you love his family. Never in a million years will you get him to admit that though, no sir. He would deny until the day he died (again) that his eyes soften whenever he catches sight of you draping a blanket over Damian on your couch whenever the young boy crashes there after a long night of patrol. And his heart does not nearly melt in his chest when he watches Alfred lovingly scoop you into an embrace after the monthly family dinners that you always drag your boyfriend to. There’s no way he begins to smile when nobody is looking as he sees you and Dick teasingly throwing popcorn at one another from across the couch as you argue about your opinions on whatever movie you’re watching. He never notices when you go out of your way to buy the tea that you know Cass likes and always just happen to have it ready in her favorite mug the moment she gets to your apartment. No, you and Tim bonding over whatever nerdy hacker stuff you guys are both into has nothing to do with the way his brain momentarily short circuited. And don’t even get him started on the time he watched Bruce squeeze your hand and gently thank you for looking after his son, he did not hear that conversation and he was not teary eyed afterwards.