Damian took exactly three seconds to react.
Two of them were spent staring at Tim’s left hand.
One was spent glaring at Jason’s stupid, smug face.
“…You married him,” Damian said flatly.
Jason snorted. “Nice to see you too, Demon Spawn.”
Tim smiled, soft and fond, the audacity of it. “We thought you should hear it from us.”
Damian crossed his arms, scowl deepening. “This is highly illogical. Todd is reckless, antagonistic, and relies far too heavily on firearms. His long-term survivability is questionable at best.”
Jason leaned back. “Wow, you wrote vows already?”
“I was not finished,” Damian snapped. His eyes flicked back to Tim—lingering this time. “You, however, are intelligent. Strategic. Annoyingly competent. Your judgment is usually sound.” A pause. “This calls that into question.”
Tim squeezed Jason’s hand. “High praise coming from you.”
Damian huffed. Then, quieter, more begrudgingly: “He will make you happy?”
Jason didn’t joke this time. “Yeah. I will.”
Damian studied him like he was weighing the truth of a blade. Finally, he clicked his tongue in irritation.
“…Very well,” he said. “If you must marry someone, Todd is…acceptable.” He looked away sharply. “He will protect you.”
Jason blinked. “Did I just get Damian Wayne’s blessing?”
“Do not make me retract it,” Damian warned. Then, after a beat, he added, stiff and awkward, “Congratulations. Both of you.”
Jason grinned like he’d won something he absolutely planned to lord over everyone forever
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