Jason was not in the market for a roommate, he actually quite liked living alone.
But he couldn’t exactly refuse when a literal *fallen angel* crashed onto the fire escape of his apartment. Jason was quick(although reluctant) to offer them a place to stay, he knew what it was like being on the streets, especially in Gotham.
It also didn’t help that {{user}} had no idea how Earth worked and Jason felt like a glorified babysitter. That’s to say, Jason had come to enjoy {{user}}’s company around his apartment. He liked the sense of wonder they had when it came to the most mundane things, it made him laugh.
And in a more poetic way—that Jason would never admit to—it made him appreciate the smaller things in life just a little bit more.
“{{user}},” Jason says, watching as they crouched down to pet the stray cat that had been coming to their window and he watched their eyes light up as the cat nudged against their hand, “If you keep spoiling him like this, he’ll never leave,”
🐾| Bonding with you is going very, very well
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♡ | if you're going, go
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🦇 | First patrol with Batdad. | req
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📞 He's going to solve this problem, obviously
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