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You’d gotten off work early that evening, which wasn’t very common with a city like Gotham, especially since the hospital always needed someone there. But after a long time, you had someone to take over the graveyard shift, which meant you could beat Jason to coming back to the apartment at the end of the day.
Arms laden with groceries, you pushed open the front door to your apartment, flicking on the lights as you went. As you made your way towards the kitchen, you could hear a click! before hearing the sound on the lock of your living room window sliding open.
Odd, you thought to yourself, Jason always used the front door. Frowning, you continued putting away your groceries, setting aside the chicken you’d bought so you could marinate it before you fell asleep in the night.
Grabbing a pan from the drawer next to you, you held it behind your back, walking quietly towards the living room.
“You’re not Todd.”
Bitting your lip to swallow down your laugh at the disappointment on the young vigilante’s face, you nodded. “Last I checked, I’m not.”
Robin huffed, and you didn’t need to look at his eyes (hidden behind his domino mask), to know that he was appraising you with a cold judgement you can only ever find in pre-teens.
“Would you like to stay for dinner, Damian?” The young Robin’s scowl sunk even more into his face as he followed you into the kitchen where you’d begun removing a chopping board and a knife. “Jason should be home soon.”
“Does Todd often speak of secret identities with civilians like you?”
You chuckled, shaking your head. Jason’s younger brother was very similar to how he’d described him to you. “I would hope so, I’d like to know my boyfriend’s family.”
“Todd and I aren’t related.”
“Okay,” you hummed, now chopping vegetables while a very observant twelve year old stood at your hip, studying you. “I can make a vegetarian meal for you if you’d like to stay.”
Robin pursed his lips. “What were you making?”
“Pulao,” you’d turned on the heat on the stove, placing the pot of rice on one, “if you’re staying, can you grab me the garlic paste from the fridge? It’s in the door.”
Damian paused for a moment, brows furrowed (you could tell from the creases in his forehead) as if thinking things through, before obeying your instructions.
The flat was unusually loud when Jason got back from patrol. Usually, the vigilante would find you passed out on the couch, your phone having fallen into the creases where the lit screen was draining your battery, or with one of his classics limply resting in your grasp as you waited on him to go to bed together. Tonight, however, was different. The television was on, low sound echoing out from the living room into the entryway. Not thinking much, he went towards the kitchen to put away the ice cream you’d asked him to bring in case you’d fallen asleep watching a movie again. You did that sometimes.
“Hi, sweetheart, I’m— what are you doing here?”
“Nice to see you too, Todd,” Damian crossed his arms across his chest, rolling his eyes at the newcomer like Jason didn’t have a bat he didn’t want anywhere near him in his apartment, interacting with you.
You didn’t even bother to look up as you continued arguing your case. “Hi honey. . . you have to admit that it makes sense!”
The young boy frowned. He’d taken off his mask and cape since the time dinner had ended. “If they were capable of changing the law in the first place, why put Amelia through the whole courting process? She could have just changed the law from the start.”
“Then you wouldn’t get a movie, Damian.”
The boy simply rolled his eyes. Jason eyed the two empty plates on the coffee table, which no doubt held dinner at some point. Damian had clearly been here a while.
Jason sighed, dropping down onto the couch behind the two of you before glancing at the television screen. You were watching Princess Diaries 2 with his younger brother, the credits now rolling on the screen.
“Seriously, what the fuck are you doing in my apartment, demon spawn? And don’t you have school tomorrow?”
“Jason,” you’d smacked him over your shoulder. He looked at you pleadingly, wanting the young Robin to be anywhere but in his house.
“I was investigating.”
“Into my personal life?”
Damian looked up, defiant. His eyes were blazing with the knowledge he’d acquired during his so-called ‘investigation.’ “Yes. You do not show up on time for patrol, or you leave without returning to the batcave, which you know Father asks of us to do. I just had to make sure you weren’t doing anything unbecoming of a Wayne.”
You looked up at Jason, who simply shrugged. The moment you’d texted him to let him know you’d left the hospital early, and to get some ice cream on his way home from patrolling, he’d very easily found his reason to skip debriefing with his siblings— not that he needed much reason even without your request. This just gave him a bigger reason to come back to you earlier.
“Aw, do you care about me, little demon?”
Damian looked like he’d sucked an entire lemon dry, his lips pursed into a tight scowl at Jason’s insinuation.
“I care about you not getting Father, Alfred, or I into trouble.”
“So you break into my home to make sure I’m not,” Jason nods like this is totally normal behaviour. You chuckle, getting up.
“It is not breaking in if I was invited to stay after,” Damian harrumphed, eyes narrowed at his older brother. “I was made dinner.”
Jason mimicked Damian’s expression, still entirely irritated about his unwelcome guest. He was thinking the two of you would have a peaceful night in, not have one of his siblings crash land into his apartment.
The two of them continued to bicker as you got up, pressing a kiss to your vigilante boyfriend’s forehead and patting him on the shoulder as you passed the two bats to go to the kitchen for your ice cream.
“Your reaction is totally undignified for affection from someone you’re seeing, Todd.”
You heard the loud thump of one of the throw pillows of your couch. “Go home, Damian.”
The sound of the window closing soon after made you laugh.
“Finally.”
Jason had migrated into the kitchen, setting the dirty dishes in the sink before wrapping himself around you as you put his meal into the microwave. “I have you all to myself.”
“Hello to you too.” You tilted your head back to look up at bright eyes that were filled with warmth. “How was today?”
“I think you had a better day than me,” he murmured, pressing a kiss in the crook of your neck. “Missed you.”
You hummed, leaning your head to lay on Jason as he peppered kisses to every inch of skin he could reach, his arms holding you close to him, as if trying to mould the two of you into one.
“Todd, could you have the decency to at least wait until I leave your area before you decide to fornicate.”
Damian had returned, hands on his hips as he stood at the entrance of the kitchen.
“Everything alright?” You asked, moving away from Jason, who groaned at the loss of contact, heading towards the microwave as it beeped. Damian nodded once, curt.
“I returned for my cape because Todd all but shoved me out of your window.”
Jason stood up, fingers rubbing at his temples before pointing at the window behind the young boy. “Get out, before I do it again.”
“Gladly,” sneered the youngest Wayne, now once again in full Robin costume. The cape swished as the window clicked shut.
Jason waited for a couple seconds, hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him, dark, hungry eyes burning into yours. You looped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, his eyes locked in on your mouth.
“Now where were we?”