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Tim squinted down from the ledge he was perched on.
“Think they realize we can see them from here?”
Next to him, Dick shook his head with a grin. “Nah. That rooftop could go up in flames and Jay’d still be making heart eyes at her.”
“Can someone pick me up already?” Damian huffed. “I never get to see.”
“Maybe when you’re a little older, Dami.”
“No. I demand elevation now.”
“Sorry buddy, no can do.”
“So what’s the bet this time?” Steph raised an eyebrow as Damian went to sulk, swinging her legs. “Five minutes before Romeo starts quoting poetry?”
Tim snorted. “How about two?”
“Oh, you’re all hopeless,” Barbara’s amused voice crackled over comms. “Now is everyone ready for me to patch you in?”
“Do it! Do it!” Steph and Dick chanted in unison. Orange and pink began to bloom across the sky as the sun dipped lower in the evening sky.
A soft click buzzed through their earpieces, and static briefly filled the channel. Then,
“ —ason no, stop moving! I am not kissing you with that cut on your lip.”
“Then what am I supposed to do while you’re sitting there looking like that?” Jason murmured.
“How about you behave first, mister, and I might consider it later?”
The low, soft chuckle that followed elicits a collective groan from everyone.
“Aaand he’s gone.”
“Dude, he’s been gone.”
“What are they saying?” Damian asked stoutly, still sulking. His tiny head barely met the walled fence of the rooftop, but he was still stubbornly trying to peek.
“Uh…” Dick exchanged a look with the others who were furiously shaking their heads, before he shot a grin at the youngest, almost a little too quickly.
“They’re saying they’re going to make a honeyed date banquet next week with a tasting panel for Titus and Jerry!”
Damian perked up instantly, eyes wide. “And Bat-cow?”
“Oh, yup." Dick looks at Tim, help, who just shrugs in response. "And Bat-cow.”
Somewhat satisfied, Damian finally sits down.
Meanwhile, through their earpieces, the rest of the team leaned closer as the voice of Jason crackles through the channel again.
“Did you hear that?” Steph whispered, nudging Tim.
“Yep,” he replied, suppressing a grin. “I can’t believe he actually—”
“Hurry and pay up.”
“What?”
“Five minutes and a millisecond. I won.”
“You were counting!?”
“Shhh, you two.” Dick lifts a finger to his lips, though a small smile tugged at the corners. “It gets even better.”
As the team fell silent to continue their eavesdropping on the rooftop, they leaned closer to the edge to watch as you cleaned a shallow cut on Jason’s cheek with your med kit.
“Doc, I think you missed your calling,” he teases.
You respond by swatting him lightly.
When you finished, Jason caught your wrist and pressed a quick kiss to your knuckles. “Guess I’ll survive another night, thanks to you.”
Steph covered her face in her hands.
Now your feet dangled off the edge while Jason settled in beside you, shoulder flush against yours. He handed you a thermos.
“Well now I know where my morning tea went,” Dick mutters.
“—Best view in Gotham,” came Jason’s voice, eyes fixed on you rather than the city. Everyone laughs, Dick was right.
A soft retching noise cut through the air and the team whirled around—only to reveal a disgusted Damian. Tim’s hand flew to his left ear, eyes widening.
“Hey! He’s got one!”
He swiped at Damian’s hand, who dodged just out of his reach. They freeze as your voice floats through the earpiece between his fingers.
“You always pick the highest rooftop just to show off, don’t you?”
Under his breath, Dick muttered, “He sure does.” Steph and Tim share a laugh.
“Guilty.” It was getting too dark to see as clearly as they could before, but they didn’t need to in order to know that Jason was smirking.
“You’re a dork,” you laugh.
“Yeah? Only for you,” he replied softly, but just loud enough for the earpieces to pick up.
Steph and Tim’s hands fly up to their foreheads, pretending to swoon dramatically.
“Only for you!” They chorused.
“I think I just lost five years off my life,” Barbara’s dry voice crackled in their ears.
Jason leaned in closer, hand reaching for yours, and you couldn’t help but smile.
“Don’t expect this every time I patch you up. I have other patients too, you know.”
Jason grinned, tilting his head. “Then I guess I better keep you busy.”
At the same time, the team groans, knowing full well what’s coming next.
“Okay, that’s cute, but I’m officially blinded,” Steph murmured, pressing her hands to her face.
“Me too,” Tim added, shaking his head, and he yanks his earpiece out. “I can’t watch. Or hear.”
“I want to see–”
Dick’s hand covers Damian’s eyes. “Nope.”
Damian chooses that moment to let out a yawn, and the group chuckles.
“I think it's past someone's bedtime,” Dick laughs.
“No! I shall not surrender to slumber until justice has been adequ—” Damian’s protest cuts off as his eyelids droop, and he collapses into Dick’s arms, who catches him effortlessly.
Back at the manor, once Damian was finally tucked in, Dick freezes mid-step, eyes widening.
“Wait…”
Steph and Tim stopped to look at him.
“The honeyed date banquet.”
“Oh my gosh!” Steph whispered, panicking slightly. “We can’t lie to him… he’s actually looking forward to it.”
Tim nodded. “We have to make this happen.”
Phones were in hand in an instant, thumbs immediately flying over the keys.
Meanwhile, on a rooftop high up above Gotham, the sun has set.
As the city’s lights twinkle around you, Jason’s head rested comfortably in your lap as you gently stroked his hair. There’s an insistent buzzing against your thigh. Your hand reluctantly stills as you use your free one to fish your phone out of your suit’s pocket, and he playfully whines in protest, pressing his forehead into your palm.
You giggle and pat him in consolation, before blinking at the sudden flurry of texts lighting up your screen from the group chat.
richard:
PLEASE DO THE HONEYED DATE BANQUET THING FOR TITUS AND JERRY
stephie weffie <3:
AND BAT COW
richard:
AND BAT COIW
stephie weffie <3:
PLS PLS DAMIAN COULDN’T STOP TALKING ABOUT IT
timtam:
PLEASE
babs bunny:
PLEASE
richard:
PLEASEEEEE
you:
WHAT???
i mean i’ll do it but
WHAT???????????