Sam wakes up with her alarm a few hours later. She's still drowsy in her eyes but her mind is wide awake, knowing she's going to see Jason today. And unlike the last week, this makes her smile from ear to ear with excitement and nerves. They aren't under any obligation this time. Tim is gone and it's just them. They aren't training or patrolling. They're going shopping and working on his home. It feels normal.

Sam changes three times before deciding on jeans and a Wayne Enterprises shirt, mostly because she expects to get dirty and she doesn't want to ruin one of the shirts she actually likes. Though, she hates admitting the WE shirt fits nicely and it's a good color.

When Sam walks into the kitchen, Molly is seated with a sandwich on a plate and her laptop open. Molly's eyes glance up to Sam before she goes back to her work. Sam starts kicking on a pair of Converse before she breaks the silence.

"I had sex with Jason last night." Sam blurts out.

Molly shoots her attention back to Sam and blinks a few times. "You what?" Molly asks, unsure if she heard that right.

"I had sex with Jason." Sam repeats as she gets her second shoe on.

"Of course, you did." Molly lets out a sigh and that's when she sees the hint of purple and red bruises that are very clearly hickies sticking out from the collar of her shirt.

Sam finally looks back to Molly, brows tugging together. "Fuck you?" Sam questions.

Molly leans back to stretch, as if preparing herself for the story Sam will have. "You two can't control yourselves." Molly rolls her shoulders.

"Well—" Sam sucks in a breath. "Yeah..." She lets out a sigh with a small grin. "Just thought I'd tell you."

Molly sucks in a deep breath, pushing her laptop an inch away from her. "How did you manage to sleep with him?"

"Well, okay so Dick had this whole thing where we had to spar with blindfolds on, right?" Sam starts and Molly gives her a nod. "Well, we took it up a notch at the Manor and we'd shut all the lights off and we'd have to spar and disarm each other but we'd also have to find each other using anything but our sight. Good practice. Well, we did that last night and then..."

"Something about you two hunting each other in the dark does it for the two of you?" Molly quips.

Sam offers Molly a quick glare before she crosses her arms. "At this point, would it shock you?"

"No." Molly sighs honestly.

"Exactly but no." Sam scoffs. "We were joking like we always do, yelling at each other through the dark, ya know? And then he fucking hid before a window so I had to step into the light and we sparred there and then...I don't know." Sam shrugs before she leans on the wall beside her, shifting her weight to her left foot. "I just...kissed him."

Molly nods her head. "And then?"

"He kissed me back and one thing led to another and we said it was a one-time thing." Sam gestures a hand out haphazardly.

Molly lets out a groan and while she adores the both of them, she has to wonder how two people can be so stubborn in their ways. If they want to fall into something again, that's fine but Molly can't wrap her head around the logic the two of them are using to justify their silence around each other. The two of them like to overcomplicate their own feelings when it doesn't have to be that complicated.

"What?" Sam questions, pulling out her phone to see a text from Jason saying he's on his way.

"Do you honestly believe this is a one-time thing?" Molly asks with a bite in her voice.

"No." Sam says quietly.

"Do you want it to be a one-time thing?"

"No."

"So fucking tell him." Molly urges.

"I-I can't." Sam shakes her head. "Not yet." Her eyes go to the floor before they find their way back to Molly. "What if he leaves again?" Sam asks quietly, her voice falling small.

Molly's shoulders slouch forward. "Just because of what you guys do, doesn't mean it has to end that way." Molly states softly and she does believe it. She knows what they do is dangerous and maybe one of them won't come home, but that isn't guaranteed.

"That's not what I mean." Sam shakes her head quickly. "He died, yeah and that's a whole..." Sam sucks in a breath. "That's a thing but then...he came back and he still left me standing on a rooftop. I begged him to not leave and then he did." Sam lets out a sigh as she looks back to the floor. "So, maybe things get too hard and he leaves again. On purpose. At least...at least if he dies it's because it's part of the job, greater good."

"He left to protect you." Molly states. "I know there's more to it because he never had to work with Crane, he could have talked to Dick, there were things he could've done. But, bottom line is that he left to protect you, not because he wanted to."

"Right, yeah, but Jason Todd tends to believe he's the worst person to walk the face of the earth." Sam pushes off of the wall with a breath. "I don't know. It's like...I want to tell him and then I think of another reason not to." Sam shakes her head, checking the time on her phone before she pockets it again. "Want it to be right, don't want to scare him off, I don't wanna leave him." Sam chews the inside of her cheek. "I just want it to be right next time."

Molly nods with understanding and if she were being honest, she can't imagine Sam's point of view of standing on the roof with Jason. Sam doesn't ask people to stay. Sam doesn't stay too often. For her to beg him and him to leave anyway, Molly can only imagine the devastation that ripped through her.

"So...what do you want to do then?" Molly asks.

Sam lets out a soft laugh. "Honestly, I don't know but as long I'm with him...I think I'm okay with whatever it is. I'll get over it, ya know?" Sam nods. "Uh...Jason is getting me an appointment with Leslie so...maybe I'll just ask her and maybe...maybe I'll take some advice."

"Even if she tells you to talk to him?"

Sam lets out a groan as a smile pulls at her lips. "It would be the right thing to do."

"It would." Molly agrees with a laugh. "For what it's worth, you've looked happier the last week than you have in over a month."

Sam feels heat rush over her cheeks. "He still makes me very happy." Sam scrunches her nose. "So, anyway, I will have a conversation with him soon but for now, just know last night was fun and I'm going to Home Depot to help him fix up his place."

Molly lets out a laugh. "Oh? You moving out?"

"Shut up, no." Sam laughs softly. "Just helping him."

Molly rolls her eyes with a smile, mentally making a note of the date because she's willing to bet Sam will be back living with Jason within a few months of his place being finished.

"If you say so." Molly quips as she pulls the laptop back to her.

"Are you kicking me out?" Sam offers a fake pout as she makes her way to the door.

"No." Molly chortles. "I just know you two."

"That's fair." Sam laughs back. "Okay I'll be back later." Sam waves quickly before heading out of the door, locking it behind her.

By the time Sam exits the apartment building, Jason is already there. A black SUV is parked against the curb while Jason is leaning against the passenger door, looking at his phone with one hand in his pocket. A smile tugs at Sam's lips seeing him. Jason catches a glimpse of the doors opening and Sam walking out from the tops of his eyes.

"Wayne Enterprises?" Jason chortles as he looks her way.

"Fuck off." Sam threatens as she closes the distance between them. "Figured we'd get dirty and I don't wanna ruin a shirt I like...unlike you." Sam looks him up and down. He's wearing a black leather jacket, one Sam always said looked good on him and a pair of black jeans.

"I'm gonna change when we get back." Jason quips back.

Sam points to the SUV. "Bruce?"

"Yeah." Jason looks to the car and back to Sam. "He's back in town today, said I could borrow it long as I didn't do anything stupid." Jason lets out a laugh, shaking his head. "You could talk to him." He suggests, trying to play it casual.

Jason knows Bruce is not exactly Sam's favorite person but he would like for her to talk to him. Jason forgives him for everything and a lot of Sam's anger towards Bruce is because of Jason. Bruce means a lot to him and Sam means a lot to him. He just wants them to get along and Bruce said he's willing to talk with her and try to smooth things over. Jason won't say it, but it would mean a lot if the two of them could get along and get to a good place. 

She quirks a brow at him, almost a look of disgusted confusion plastering itself across her features. "What?"

"Could talk to him." Jason repeats himself.

"No." Sam scoffs. "Why would I do that?"

The way Sam sees it, she has nothing to say to him. She warned him about Jason and the Joker and then Jason died because Bruce wouldn't listen. All Bruce had to do was listen to Jason, listen to her, or anyone and he didn't. Then after his death, he was still referring to it like it was some sort of war and Jason was a soldier, a sacrifice for a good cause as if he wasn't his son. Sam's fists ball at her sides the argument replaying in her head.

Jason shakes his head. "I did."

"Because he's your dad." Sam states. "He's always been..." Sam trails off trying to find the right way to phrase it because she wants to say something about Bruce weaponizing two of the most important people to her and something about him getting Jason killed which spiraled into the effect of Dick and Tim getting killed. She wants to tell him details of their arguments after he died but that would be cruel. "Not that to me."

"He's trying." Jason states and he knows that if he wants to be with her, which he does, it would be a whole lot easier if her and Bruce got along. He's thinking Bruce will not be the problem. "Not fucking perfect or some shit, but...trying."

"I'm glad he's trying, Jay. Honest." Sam nods as her eyes go soft. "I just don't have anything to say to him." Sam pulls in a breath.

Jason knows getting Sam to sit down and have a conversation with Bruce is not going to be easy. Sam can hold a grudge better than anyone Jason has ever met. But, he knows it's all still a little fresh for her. He hopes after a little more time she can talk to him. Jason thinks they'd actually get along if Sam would give him a real chance but he also knows that's a lot easier said than done. If roles were reversed, Jason wouldn't be so forgiving either.

"You're still using his credit card." Jason chuckles.

"I'm mad at him, not stupid." Sam lets out a laugh.

"Just get in the car." Jason states as he opens the passenger side for her.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Sam smiles softly at him. "Thank you."

The two of them head to Home Depot, Jason having made a list for supplies on his phone. They mostly get things like tools and drywall. They grab some outlet covers and plywood for some of the floors. Most of the house really isn't in too bad of shape. It mostly needs a good clean and some paint. It's only a handful of spots that need actual work done but it is nice they get to do this together.

After they get back, they get right to work working on the spare room. The drywall in that room needs to be replaced so they work on that before Jason moves onto some of the plumbing into one of the bathrooms, Sam taking it upon herself to get to cleaning some of the upstairs. Jason plays a mixed playlist through the speakers, one he still has on his Spotify from when they were dating. It contains all of their favorite songs.

A few hours into it, Jason places an order for some food and once it's delivered, the two of them take their seats in the main hallway downstairs, sitting on the floor. Jason sits with one leg tugged to his chest, eating his burger while Sam is seated cross-legged, eating the same as his just without the onion.

"Are you gonna paint?" Sam asks, looking around at the white walls.

"Walls are grimy as fuck." Jason says with a mouth full of food. "Probably."

Sam gives him a grin. "You should paint one wall r—"

"I'm not painting the walls fucking red." Jason lets out a booming laugh as he tilts his head back.

"But! It's your color!" Sam cheers, the smile vibrant and happy. "Come on, it'll look good! Just one wall." Sam's eyes are wide and soft, cheerful and playful. Jason thinks he's going to melt into the floor. He'd do anything to have her look at him like that all the time.

"Fine." Jason agrees before stuffing a fry into his mouth. "One wall but I pick the shade."

"Okay." Sam beams, looking down at her food with a warm chest. She looks back up to him before eating one of his fries, Jason blinking at her. That's why he ordered a large instead of a medium. "And you should paint one wall blue." Sam chimes with a cheeky grin. "My blue, not Dick's." Sam laughs softly.

Jason bursts into a fit of laughter. "That's a bit far, huh?" Jason questions.

"No! You have a wall and I have a wall! I'm helping so I think that's only fair." She bats her eyelashes at him with a toothy smile.

"So you think you get a whole damn wall cause you're helping me fucking clean?"

"And because I'm your favorite vigilante!" Sam laughs and Jason thinks she's even cuter than she's ever been.

Happy looks good on her.

"Right." Jason nods his head, resting his arm over his knee to lean in a bit. "And what makes you think that?"

"Well, it's not Batman." Sam chortles. "It's not Dick because even if it were, you'd rather have a lobotomy than ever admit it. It's not Conner because you don't really know him well. It's not Rachel. It's not Superman just because he's friends Bruce so on principle alone, it can't be him." Sam explains as Jason laughs.

Sam thinks he's laughed more in the last few minutes than he ever has. She'd do anything to keep him this happy.

Happy looks good on him.

"How many times have you thought about this?" Jason questions as he furrows his brows, a teasing grin pulling at his lips.

"Clearly, too many." Sam sucks in a breath. "I don't really have a good reason for any other vigilante that I don't know but I know it's not them. So, really, I think my only competition is Kory and Gar because Kory is a badass and I mean...Gar." Sam explains as she furrows her brows before her eyes soften at him with a gentle smile. "I still think I'm your favorite."

Of course she is.

"All good points but you haven't explained how you're my favorite." Jason teases her.

"Well, I let you sleep with me." Sam fires back as Jason bursts into more laughter.

"That doesn't fucking count." Jason argues.

"Fine fine fine." Sam shakes her head. "Um...you trained me which you hold a lot of pride in." Sam states. "You like my suit, clearly cause we both have hoods now. Half my damn name is literally yours." Sam widens her eyes at him as she tilts her head side to side. "Because I'm your favorite." Sam states with pride.

Jason shakes his head, his heart turning into a puddle of mush. He's so in love with her. "Fine, you'll be my favorite when I'm yours." Jason teases back.

"Who says you're not my favorite?" Sam argues.

"Krypto." Jason answers without skipping a beat.

Sam tilts her head, laughing and it takes everything in him not to kiss her. "Yeah...he's such a good boy!" Sam shakes her head, taking another one of Jason's fries. "You're my second favorite though."

Jason shakes his head. "Why?" He asks.

"Trying to get me to fill your ego?"

Jason gives her a cheeky smirk. "Can't help myself."

"Because you're Jason Todd." Sam answers simply. "That's why you're my favorite, not counting Krypto."

Jason's brows furrow. "What's that mean?"

Sam shrugs a shoulder. "Too many reasons list. You're my favorite because you're you." Sam knows it sounds a little like a copout but it's true. Jason Todd is her favorite person no matter the suit or lack thereof. It's always that simple to her.

Jason looks down, pushing the container of fries so it's more in the middle of them. "One wall." Jason looks back to her with a soft smile.

"Really?" Sam asks with hope in her eyes and Jason thinks he'd let her paint the whole place any color she wanted at this point.

"Gonna be here all the damn time anyway, right?" Jason asks.

It hasn't felt so lonely with her being around and it's not just because he's not alone physically. He never feels lonely when she's around. He feels at ease with her around and happy. He hopes she keeps coming around even after they finish the house.

"Probably." Sam nods quickly. "Yeah." Sam's cheeks burn knowing it's true. Even if she won't intend to be around all the time, it is bound to happen if the pattern continues. Though, by the grin on his lips and the airiness of his voice, Sam doesn't think he minds. It always feels more like home when she's with him.

"Guess I could spare a few walls for you." Jason offers a soft smile.

"Awfully nice of you, Jay."

"I can be nice." Jason finishes off his burger. 

"You have your moments." Sam smiles softly at him before scrunching her nose and taking another fry.

Over the next few days, the two of them continue cleaning and getting the home ready. It feels normal and happy. For once, it feels like the two of them don't have to have a care in the world as they work. And they don't even wonder what it would be like if they were actually together because they both know it would be just like this.

Sam is picking out an overall shade of the house and helping him pick out furniture, something he thinks would have happened anyway. Jason stocks shared food and drinks for the two of them and he says it's just because she's been helping him and she'll be by a lot anyway. It's not a big deal. They share the space without ever slapping a label on it and it feels comfortable.

Jason has also had his appointment with Leslie, asking her about Sam. She called Sam after Jason's appointment and now Sam has an appointment for the following week. She isn't too thrilled about it but if Jason is saying it's helping, the least she can do is try. Asking Jason to try all those months ago but not doing it herself, makes her a hypocrite. She owes it to herself.

The last few days have been nice and pretty easy but Sam is getting ready to leave her apartment and Molly is standing in her doorway, watching her.

"Where are you going? You just got back and you don't patrol this early." Molly states as she watches Sam shove her backpack onto her back.

"Just out." Sam shrugs her shoulders. "I'll be back in time for patrol." Sam goes to walk past her but Molly blocks her.

"Where do you go when do this? Jason found you in an alley—"

"Is it a crime to go on a walk?" Sam questions.

"It is for you, yes." Molly answers back. "You also always do it whenever something is wrong. Did something happen with Jason today?" Molly asks as Sam watches her face fall.

Sam puts her hands on Molly's shoulders. "Nothing happened with Jason. We did what we usually do, worked on the house. I just have something I have to do." Sam closes her eyes, knowing Molly isn't going to get off her back. "It just has to do with the case we're working. It's nothing, okay? I'm almost done anyway." Sam gestures for Molly to move.

Molly would never approve of what Sam is doing. Molly would tell Jason and then she'd tell Gar and Dick, next thing Sam would know she'd be sat in an intervention about her own self-destruction. They'd lecture about how unsafe it is and she's just punishing herself, there are other ways. Sam is nearly rolling her eyes at the very thought of hearing the lecture. Even when Sam would defend herself, they wouldn't believe it were just for the case. It just seems like a giant headache and a waste of time so she keeps her mouth shut to Molly.

Molly moves slowly out of the way. "What the hell does that mean?"

"Nothing." Sam groans, not turning around to face her. "I'll be back after patrol." Sam states before she slides her shoes on.

"Are you in trouble?" Molly's voice grows small and quiet.

Sam looks back to her. "No." Sam answers simply. "It's fine." Sam lets out a sigh. "I'll be back." Sam opens the door and leaves without another word.

Molly watches the door close and she knows she shouldn't, but she reaches for her phone anyway. Sam has been better about not keeping secrets ever since she looped Molly into the vigilante world. Sam keeping this secret while offering next to nothing, has rubbed Molly the wrong way. Maybe if Sam kept her phone on, Molly wouldn't worry as much but considering Sam has a real fear of being kidnapped, Molly knows it's taking a lot for Sam to shut her phone off. It means Sam is up to something no one will approve of. So, she calls Jason.

"Wanna do me another favor?" Molly asks as soon as Jason picks up.

"I'm not hunting her down again, Molly." Jason says, knowing immediately what Molly was gonna ask.

Molly lets out a groan as she plops down at the kitchen table. "Look, I think she got herself into some trouble."

Jason closes his eyes but he knows Sam is someone who wants to handle her own trouble on her own and will, inevitably get in over her head. "What do you mean?" Jason caves.

Molly pauses for a few seconds trying to figure out how she can explain this to Jason without sounding paranoid. She's hoping his care for her will work in her favor.

"She goes out randomly, won't tell me, shuts off her phone, and today she did say it had to do with the case she's working." Molly explains.

The only weird thing in that entire sentence is Sam's phone but Jason doesn't think that's enough of a reason. He's been doing this whole thing longer than both of them and sometimes, getting intel means it's gotta be kept quiet to everyone. If it has to do with the case, Jason's betting that's what she's doing, maybe doesn't want Molly involved to protect her. From where Jason is sitting, it actually seems pretty normal.

Jason lets out a sigh. "That's not a fucking reason to hunt her down." Jason states. "I'm not going. We're in a good place and I don't wanna fuck that up. I can't go stalking her around Gotham cause you're fucking worried she might be doing something weird."

"I know." Molly sighs in defeat. "I worry about you guys." Molly confesses. "Last time, please?" Molly pleads with him.

Jason gets up from his spot at the computers with a sigh. "You gotta get used to it, Molly." Jason states, keeping his voice level. "Worrying and shit, that's just part of it."

"I know." Molly nods her head. "Can't you just see where she's going?" Molly looks to the floor and lets out a breath. "I won't ask again unless I have a better reason."

Jason looks at his gear before he looks to the ceiling, knowing Sam is going to rip him a new one. "When did she leave?"

"Ten minutes ago."

"If she goes all Acid Fingers on me, I'm sending her to you." Jason states.

Molly smiles on the other end. "I can handle her."

Jason gets ready in his Red Hood gear, feeling a little guilty for agreeing to do this again. But, this will be the last time and he figures he'll just let Sam know about Molly's worrying so Sam can loop her in. Jason knows she's probably fine. Sam is smart and resourceful, if she gets into trouble with whatever she's doing, she probably has some sort of backup plan for help. He's just doing this for Molly even if her worrying is rubbing off on him as he exits his building.

It takes him about fifteen minutes to find her. It's like he told Molly, Sam is a creature of habit. He found her near the alley she was in last time. Jason takes a roof of a nearby building and maybe this is wrong. She's perfectly fine, clearly, she's having a conversation with some man in a suit but the conversation doesn't look to be going sideways. She's fine but Jason decides to sit up on the roof and wait it out anyway. He doesn't listen in, he just watches a bit. At the end of the day, Sam is still meeting up with a random guy in an alley. Sam is paranoid on a good day, so that's weird. That's what Jason tells himself to justify his spying on her.

Once the man walks out of the alley, Jason uses his grappling hook to make his way down to Sam. The movement gathers attention and she immediately grabs a knife from her pocket as she looks up. Instead of something horrible, she sees Jason. Her grip loosens as she rolls her eyes. The annoyance isn't directed at him because Jason doesn't stalk her unless he's given a reason. The reason seems always to be Molly.

"What're you doing?" Sam questions once Jason is standing with his feet on the ground.

"Who was that?" Jason asks, nodding his head towards the end of the alley where the man walked off.

"Jealous?" Sam quips as she crosses her arms over her chest.

She can't see it, but Jason deadpans behind the helmet. "Of that fuck?" Jason scoffs. "Fuck no." Jason scans her over and she looks fine, other than mildly annoyed.

Despite the annoyance, there is a part of Sam that does appreciate him checking in on her. She knows Molly sent him and even if Jason was certain she was fine, he did it to put Molly at ease which is nice. If she were in Jason's shoes, she'd be doing the same thing so she can't get too mad at him. If she were being honest, she can't get too mad at Molly either.

"So?" Sam raises her brows and gestures a hand out to him, waiting for him to give her an explanation.

"Don't shoot the messenger." Jason puts his hands up in defence.

Sam rolls her eyes. "Molly, really?"

"She's worried about you." Jason states, the voice modulator hiding a tint of worry in his own voice.

"I'm fine, Red." Sam gestures a hand over herself. "See?"

Sam makes a mental note to have a sit down with Molly because she can't be asking Jason to track her down whenever she's worried. What Molly doesn't understand is that her and Jason are both prepared for when something goes wrong. Molly knows they have their failsafes but that doesn't seem to put her mind at ease very much. The more Sam is thinking about it, knowing Jason has one doesn't put her at much ease either.

Jason nods his head but he's not willing to let it rest. "Can't fucking blame her when you're the one being ominous as fuck about what you're doing."

"I'm just getting some intel." Sam states casually. "It's really not a big deal."

If it weren't a big deal, she would tell Molly. Jason knows there has to be more to it. She's being too secretive about it but it's not exactly his place to badger her about it. It's her case, not his even if they agreed they'd kind of work their cases together. It's still hers and she was trained the same way he was. He's just worried about her and now he knows how she felt when he was Robin. It's not fun worrying about the person you care about all the time.

"You sure that's all it is?" Jason questions and receives a nod from Sam. "Why not tell Molly?"

Sam shrugs softly and she really doesn't have an answer outside of the truth. "Um..it's not...the same case I've been working." Sam confesses and Jason's stomach starts to twist.

"What the hell did you get into?" Jason nearly demands as worry starts to tug at his bones.

Sam closes some of the distance between them, lightly grabbing his forearms in her hands. "Nothing, I swear. It's not anything bad or dangerous." Sam urges as her eyes meet the whites of his helmet. "I know that sounds like bullshit but I promise, it's not."

Jason's eyes are scanning over her features and she's not lying to him but somehow that doesn't reassure him. Her not being in danger should rid the anxiety wanting to melt from his flesh but all he does is grow more confused.

"Not very reassuring." Jason quips.

Sam chews the inside of her cheek as she drops her hands. "Can you trust me, please?" Sam pleads with him and she can't see it, but his features soften under the helmet.

"You get into any shit, you'll tell me, right?" Jason asks.

Sam nods and offers him a soft smile. "Yeah, of course but it's not that kind of case. I'll tell you when I can, promise." She nods again and her smile seems to turn sad.

"Alright." Jason sighs.

"I always have my knives and if I'm ever in a bad enough situation, I will burn someone. I got it."

Jason nods and he rests a hand on her hip lightly. "Sorry for stalking you." A chuckle leaves his lips.

"Yeah, you weirdo." Sam snickers. "It's okay. I'd do the same." Sam beams up at him, getting her a laugh from Jason.

"You would." Jason quips back. Jason swallows thickly. "Hey, are you sure you couldn't talk to the Bat?"

Sam shakes her head as if doing a double take. "Why do you want me to talk to him so bad?"

Jason shrugs trying his best to play it off as something that doesn't matter too much. "You two not getting along is bound to cause a problem, rather not deal with it."

"I don't have anything to say to him, Red." Sam urges once more and the very thought of talking to Bruce makes her want to scream.

"Is it because of what happened?" Jason asks.

"No." She answers honestly. "There's more. I don't wanna get into it." Sam pulls in a breath and she wishes she could see his face. "I'm sorry but...I can't."

Sam can't see it, but Jason's face falls into something between disappointment and defeat.

"It's alright, worth a shot." Jason clears his throat and Sam feels the guilt bubbling into her throat. "Meet up for food later?" Jason changes subject.

"Always." Sam nods quickly, offering a small smile that never reaches her eyes. "Two?"

"Meet you at Excellent Gotham? I'll pick something up."

"Sounds good." Sam beams up at him. "Be careful, Red." Her eyes narrow slightly before she scrunches her nose. "I'm gonna go home to get read and I'll be out."

"Want an escort?" Jason offers with a subtle squeeze to her hip.

"I'm okay, but thank you." Sam smiles softly at him before she pulls away. "Okay, I'll meet you at two. I'll text you." Sam grins back at him before she spins on her heels and heads down the end of the alley.