first time meeting the batfam
all jason says is, “we’re stopping by the manor,” like it’s an afterthought, like it’s not the kind of place people prepare for. he doesn’t look at you when he says it, eyes fixed on the road, one hand tight on the wheel.
you turn your head slowly. “your family’s going to be there, aren’t they?”
a pause. then a shrug. “probably.”
it’s said flatly, but there’s something underneath it, something almost tense. like he’s already bracing for something that hasn’t happened yet.
you study him for a second longer than you mean to. jason todd isn’t nervous. he doesn’t get unsure.
but his grip on the steering wheel is just a little too tight.
“…okay,” you say gently, letting it go. for now.
wayne manor is a bit overwhelming.
high ceilings, long hallways, polished floors that echo just slightly under your steps. it feels like history lives here. like everything you do might leave a mark.
jason walks ahead of you, familiar but distant at the same time, like he knows every inch of this place but doesn’t fully belong to it anymore.
you’re still taking it in when a voice cuts through the silence.
you turn to see alfred approaching, composed as ever, though his eyes soften the moment they land on you.
“and you must be the young lady we’ve heard so little about.”
jason exhales sharply, already halfway to annoyed. “alfred—”
“it’s nice to meet you,” you say quickly, offering a polite smile.
alfred’s expression warms almost immediately. “the pleasure is mine. anyone master jason brings here is someone of significance.”
jason looks away at that, jaw tightening just slightly, like he doesn’t know what to do with the implication.
alfred notices. he always notices. but he doesn’t push.
“shall i inform the others?” he asks mildly.
jason mutters something under his breath that sounds like regret.
it starts with dick, who appears like he’s been waiting for this exact moment.
“so,” he says easily, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed with a grin that’s just a little too knowing, “this is the mystery girl.”
jason doesn’t even look at him. “don’t.”
“i’m just saying,” dick continues, stepping further into the room, his attention shifting fully to you, “we’ve been curious. he’s been very…secretive.”
“because you’re all annoying,” jason cuts in.
“wow,” dick says, clearly amused. “and here i thought this was a special occasion.”
before jason can fire back, another voice cuts in.
you blink, turning to see damian, who’s already watching you with sharp, assessing eyes, arms crossed like he’s conducting an evaluation.
jason drags a hand down his face. “you are not helping.”
“i am making an observation,” damian replies. then, to you, “you are his partner?”
“i am,” you answer calmly.
he studies you for a moment, head tilting slightly. “…you are not what i expected.”
you can’t help it, you smile a little. “i get that a lot.”
something in your tone seems to satisfy him, because after a second, he gives a short nod and steps back.
you almost don’t notice him at first, sitting slightly off to the side, watching everything unfold with a level of focus that feels almost clinical.
when your eyes meet his, he gives a small nod. “hey.”
he studies you for another second, then glances at jason, then back at you, like he’s connecting something.
“…cool,” he says finally.
jason squints at him. “that’s it?”
tim shrugs. “i don’t see a problem.”
“wow,” jason mutters. “high praise.”
“oh my god,” she says the second she walks in, shoving tim aside, eyes lighting up. “this is her, isn’t it?”
she ignores him completely, walking right up to you with a grin. “hi. i like you already.”
“based on what?” jason asks flatly.
“you look like you could handle him,” she shoots back.
“that’s fair,” you say before you can stop yourself.
jason turns his head slowly toward you. “…really?”
cass appears beside steph so quietly it almost startles you.
she doesn’t say anything at first, just looks at you, in a way that feels deeper than the others. then she smiles.
you’re not entirely sure what she means, but something about it settles in your chest anyway.
duke is the easiest to talk to.
he leans casually against the wall, offering you a relaxed smile. “hey. don’t worry, it’s not always this intense.”
“yes, it is,” tim says from behind him.
duke pauses. “…okay, yeah, that’s fair.”
you laugh quietly, tension easing just a little.
bruce is the last to arrive.
you feel it before you see him, the subtle shift in the room, how the conversation quiets just slightly.
when he steps in, his presence is steady, grounded. his gaze goes to jason first, something unspoken passing between them, before it moves to you.
“it’s good to meet you,” he says.
his voice isn’t cold. just measured.
“you too,” you reply, hoping you sound steadier than you feel.
he studies you, not in the same way as the others. there’s less curiosity in it. more… consideration. like he’s trying to understand what you mean to jason.
it’s small, but it feels like something.
somewhere between all of that, things settle.
conversation flows more easily. steph pulls you into a story that spirals into something ridiculous involving dick. duke backs her up. tim corrects details. damian argues about accuracy. jason complains the entire time.
at one point, dick dramatically reenacts something and nearly knocks over a decorative vase.
jason catches it without even looking.
“…i hate all of you,” he mutters.
“you love us,” steph shoots back.
when it’s time to leave, it feels… easier than you expected.
jason walks you out, quieter now, hands in his pockets like he’s still thinking about something.
“…they liked you,” he says after a minute.
you glance at him. “yeah?”
“yeah.” a pause. then, more quietly, “you didn’t have to do that back there.”
he looks at you then, properly this time, like he’s trying to understand something he’s not used to.
“…they didn’t make you uncomfortable, did they?”
you shake your head gently. “no. it’s just… loud.”
he huffs a quiet laugh. “yeah. that sounds right.”
you smile a little. “i think i like them.”
he doesn’t respond right away.
but when you start walking again, his hand brushes against yours, and he lets his fingers lace with yours.
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