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Nobody could take the Big, Bad Red Hood seriously in a kitten sweater. Jason had the courtesy of his mate to thank for that. They'd begun their heat cycle, and with that came nesting. He really should've kept his gear in the Batcave instead of their apartment, so he kinda deserved having it taken. Besides, how could he say no to their admittedly adorable blank stare? (He tried, but there's no changing an omega's mind once they've made a decision.) At least they were aware he'd need some form of warmth, so they offered him what they considered to be the next best thing: a pink sweater with a kitten with absurdly huge eyes on it.
The consequence of showing up to patrol in said sweater was the fact that Dick just could not let it go. Especially since the two had been paired together tonight. "Maybe they should call you Kitten Sweater instead of Red Hood." Dick teased with the grin that made Jason want to punch his teeth in.
"You'd wear it too if you didn't have another choice."
Knowing Dick's idea of fashion... he totally would.
On the bright side, it seemed to distract criminals well enough. But the sweater took all his intimidation, and with it, his dignity. It was warm and comfortable, though. Jason might have to thank his mate for it.