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AU where Jason and Jaime are dating, decide to keep it a secret, except Jason is really REALLY bad at it. Not the dating. He’s actually an incredibly good (if not heart attack inducing) boyfriend.
Actually keeping it lowkey? No.
“Ready to go on patrol?”
“Yeah, I just need to call my bo- my BOY, Jaime. Who is a boy. And nothing else. My homeboy. My special boy-o.”
“…Do I need to tell Bruce to bring sensitivity training back?”
Seeing Jaime get injured in the field? Body tackles the unfortunate person out of the way. Checks him all over with bloody gentleness. “Babe, what the FUCK—“
“Babe?”
“…yeah, that’s — that’s what I call everyone.”
“No. No you do not.”
“Yeah, I do!”
Bruce arrives on the scene, and Jason cringes internally. “…Hey, babe.” Needless to say, he’s forbidden from ever calling Jaime that.
Hilariously enough, it’s Jaime who gets them figured out. It’s when Jason lands an incredible shot against a robber, and the smaller man cannot contain his excitement.
Imagine the confusion on the Gothamites when Red Hood publicly cuddles this baby faced battle machine, and said machines screeches, “PAPI THAT WAS GREAT!”
Dick knew the whole time.