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And that was -

Jason cleared his throat as he pretended, pointedly, to not choke on his cigarette.

Ever since crossing paths, Stray - or, Tim Drake, and who would have believed it when Jason found out that they had been actual neighbors at one point in their lives - seemed to be endlessly fascinated by him, using the carefully placed lines the Red Hood had put down as a fucking jump rope.

And getting away with it.

Because Jason, despite his best efforts, found himself being equally fascinated in return.

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Jason "not a soap opera buff who dragged his siblings into it" Todd

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Something’s wrong. There are eyes, eyes watching them from the shadows. Watching and waiting and following. They make her skin prickle with unease, her own gaze darting around, searching for the source, for the slightest movement. There’s a hand on her shoulder, a voice next to her saying concern, asking what’s wrong? She shrugs the hand off, takes a few steps forward, eyes narrowing at shadow that seems a bit too dark.

Figures in black swarm them. The League. Her father’s men. She’s terrified and furious and fights like a wild thing because no, she will not go back! They’re good, but she is best. They have numbers on their side, though, and it’s enough to keep her busy, to keep her distracted.

Enough that she doesn’t notice the dart flying through the air until it’s sticking out of her neck.

She yanks it out, and the half-second she spends staring at it in shock gives one of her father’s men time to deliver a harsh kick to her chest, knocking the air out of her lungs as she crashes to the ground. She’s back on her feet in an instant, even though she can’t breathe quite right, yet. Her head is getting fuzzy, the world around her swimming—she tries to shake the feeling away—but she leaps back into the fight anyways, because she won’t go back.

Steph froze, ice cream cone halfway to her mouth.

"Uhhh," she said, staring at the boy who appeared next to her on the rooftop. Dick as Batman and Damian as Robin were off taking a different patrol route while she, as the current Batgirl, was scarfing down an ice cream cone alone- well, not so alone now- on the roof of the Boba Shop on the corner of 12th Street.

gold eyes stare dumbly at Tim . they dark from him, to the ring, to the smug little faces of their friends getting in on the scheme . his hands inch up to cover his mouth and eyes well up . probably for the first time in his life, he’s speechless and his thoughts have come to a standstill .

he’s been staring too long . Bart sniffles, trying to shake off the shock . he and Tim had almost basically planned this together, agreeing they WOULD get married one day, rambled about everything they wanted . after everything they went through together, it was almost torment to wait . and now that it was here, it was … surreal . in the best way .

❝ yes, ❞ he says quickly, taking the ring and hugging Tim crushingly tight as soon as he can . ❝ yes, of course, oh my god, yes !! ❞

“well, birdie, i don’t have anywhere else to go.”

she grins as she’s noticed, flipping down from a billboard’s edge to land perched, a glowing grin cheshire and enormous. there’s nothing but sheer, unmitigated delight at the sight of tim. she’s happy to see him and it’s written all over her face.

“this is as home as anywhere gets. you know how we gothamites are.”

she winks, retrieving from her utility belt a small package of goldfish crackers. and one for herself.