Jason took a deep breath and knocked on the door of Wayne manor. To his great relief, Alfred Pennyworth opened the door.

"Mr. Todd" he said calmly. "What a surprise. What prompted this visit?"

Jason looked down at his feet. "I would like to talk to Mr. Wayne. Preferably alone."

Alfred nodded and gestured towards the foyer. "Please come in. I'll fetch Mr. Wayne for you."

Jason nervously walked through the door. He looked around the hollow foyer of his former home.

"What are you doing here?"

Jason rolled his eyes. "Good to see you too, Grayson."

Dick Grayson stood at the top of the stairs, looking furious. "Answer the damn question."

"He wants to speak to me." Both boys turned to look at Bruce Wayne standing only a few feet behind Dick.

"What do you want Todd?"

Jason walked up the stairs. "All I want is a few minutes of your time."

"Bruce, let me come with you" Dick said, still glaring at Jason.

"That won't be necessary" Bruce said, eyes focused on Jason. "We can talk in my study."

The two men walked down the dark hall. Jason surveyed the walls, most of which were covered with portraits of the Bat family. Bruce had removed every portrait with Jason in it. He wasn't surprised, but it still stung.

They entered Bruce's study. Bruce closed the doors.

"What do you want Jason?"

"I haven't seen you for almost six months and that's how you greet me? I'm hurt."

Bruce grabbed Jason by his shirt collar and brought pulled him close. Jason could feel his hot angry breath on his face.

"Stop fucking around" Bruce growled. "What do you want?"

"I want permission to ask your daughter to prom."

Bruce slowly lowered Jason, never breaking eye contact with him. "Excuse me?"

"I want your permission to ask Cassandra to prom" he repeated.

"Why?" Bruce asked.

Jason blushed. "I like her. A lot."

"Why would I let you date my daughter?" Bruce asked. "You betrayed this family. And that's not my only issue with you. I know nothing about you. I don't where you live. Are you even in school? And more importantly, you don't have a great history with women. I don't want Cassandra to became another name on your list of one night stands."

Jason smirked. "I'm a senior at Gotham Academy."

Bruce scoffed. "I don't believe that for a second."

Jason pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket. "Believe it Bats. I'm a Wayne Scholarship recipient."

Bruce groaned. Every year Wayne Tech donated twenty-five scholarships to students that lived below the poverty line. Between raising four kids, saving lives, and promoting Wayne Enterprises, he didn't have a lot of free time. He occasionally promoted the scholarship program but didn't select the recipients. Up until now, he couldn't even name one.

"I also have a job" Jason said smugly. "I juggle seven classes, a part-time job, and moonlight as Red Hood. With the exception of your scholarship, I'm financially independent."

Bruce rolled his eyes. "Is your employer a drug lord?"

"Nope. I work at a gas station."

His expression sobered. "I am serious about this. I really like Cassandra. I only have good intentions. I've set aside money for a tux and a corsage. I'm a pretty good dancer and a gentleman, when I want to be. And for Cass, I am more than willing."

Bruce sighed. "You have my permission to ask her to prom. But if she says no..."

"I promise I will respect her answer" Jason said. His eyes were full of sincerity.

Bruce rubbed his fingers against the bridge of his nose. "Her room is right across the hall. She should be in there."

Jason smiled. "Thank you."

He quickly left the study. He stopped in front of Cassandra's red door. He took a deep breath and knocked. Stephanie Brown opened the door.

"Jason Todd" she remarked. "What a surprise."

"Always good to see you, Brown" Jason said. "Is Cassandra here?"

Stephanie looked over her shoulder. "Cass! You have a visitor!"

Jason's heart fluttered when Cassandra's head appeared behind Stephanie's shoulder.

"Jason!" she beamed. "What a pleasant surprise!"

God, she has such a pretty smile Jason thought. Trying to keep his cool, he smiled back.

"It's good to see you too, Cassandra" he said. "I actually came by to ask you a question."

Cassandra stepped out of her room."What's up?"

Jason took a deep breath. This was it.

"Will you go to prom with me?" he muttered.

Cass frowned. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you."

"Will you go to prom with me?" he asked, louder.

Stephanie and Cass gasped.

"Yes!" Cass shrieked. She threw her arms around Jason's neck.

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm glad I got such a positive answer."

Stephanie grabbed Cass's arm. "Come on! We need to start looking for a dress now!"

Cass smiled and kissed Jason on the cheek, causing him to blush. As they separated, Jason said "I'll pick you up at six on Saturday."

Cass squeezed his hand. "I look forward to it."

Jason felt like he was floating when he woke up Saturday morning. He had a date with Cass! He couldn't believe she said yes!

"Excuse me."

Jason grabbed a gun off his desk and sat up. Alfred Pennyworth casually raised an eyebrow.

"That's an unusual way to greet a guest, Mr. Todd" he remarked.

Jason put his gun down. "It's unusual to watch someone sleep. What's in the box?"

Alfred set the box next to Jason's gun. "Just a few things to get you ready for tonight."

He pulled a chair away from the desk. "Please fetch a towel for me."

Jason pulled a towel from his linen closet. Alfred motioned for him to sit in the chair. Jason did and Alfred wrapped the towel around his shoulders.

"Uh. Alfred, what are you doing?"

Alfred started to spray his hair with cool water as he combed it. "I told you, I'm helping you get ready for your date. You're due for a haircut."

He started snipping.

"Thanks" Jason said softly. "Seriously. I really appreciate this."

Alfred brushed some hair off of Jason's ear. "You're welcome. For what it's worth, I miss having you at the manor. Your antics gave Master Bruce and Master Dick life. These days, however, Miss Cassandra seems particularly lively because of you."

Her name was enough to make Jason blush. "I'm excited for tonight. And sort of nervous."

Alfred stepped in front of Jason and trimmed his bangs. "You have no reason to be. Miss Cassandra is smitten with you. I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but the other day Miss Cassandra was distressed because she couldn't remember your favorite color."

Jason laughed. Alfred shot him a stern look. "Please hold still, Mr. Todd."

He moved to Jason's left.

"Does Cass have a dress yet?" Jason asked.

Alfred nodded. "Yes. She selected it yesterday."

"What colors would compliment it? I still need to get her a corsage."

Alfred pulled out his clippers. "I suppose any color would work. But I am rather impressed that you have put so much thought into this. Do you know what you're going to wear?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. It's sitting in my closet."

Alfred snipped some loose ends. "I'd love to see it when I'm done with your hair."

A few minutes later, Jason was examining himself in the mirror. His hair no longer curled over his ears or fell over his eyes. It was tidy and highlighted his cheekbones.

"Todd, you are a stone-cold fox" he said, temporarily forgetting Alfred was in the room.

Alfred chuckled. "You do look quite nice, Mr. Todd."

Jason went to his closet and pulled out three hangers. One of them had a pair of black slacks, another had a white tie and a maroon button up shirt, and the third had a black suit jacket. He slipped into his small bathroom and changed.

"You look good, sir" Alfred said.

"Thank you" Jason said, going back to the bathroom. He came out in jeans and a white t-shirt.

"It was nice to see you old man, but I'm off to pick up a corsage."

Alfred packed up his tools and swept up Jason's hair. "Have a good time sir. I'll see you at six."

Jason parked his small black Camry in front of the Wayne manor. He killed his engine and grabbed the corsage from his passenger seat. He fiddled with the box for a few minutes, trying to muster the nerve to go to the door. He forced himself to step out of his car. The gray sky worsened his nerves.

He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. He was greeted by a very angry Bruce Wayne.

Jason forced himself to smile. "It's good to see you again sir."

Bruce stepped away from the door. "Cassandra is still getting ready."

Jason nodded and stepped in the manor. Dick, Tim, and Damian were standing by the grand staircase, glaring at him.

Jason nodded at them. "It's good to see you gentlemen again. Correct me if I'm wrong, but don't you have a date Timothy?"

Tim's eyes narrowed. "She's helping your date get ready."

"That's nice of her" Jason said.

Dick stormed across the room and grabbed Jason's tie. "Listen asshole, I don't know what you're planning, but you're a piece of shit for trying to bring our sister into it."

Jason pulled his tie away from Dick. "The only thing I'm planning is a nice evening. Why is it so hard for you-"


Dick and Jason looked towards the top of the stairs. Jason's jaw dropped. Cass wore a light red dress with a slit that rose to her left thigh. It had two straps on the sides of her shoulders and a sweetheart neckline. Her black hair fell in soft curls and framed her face perfectly.

She smiled and hugged Jason, hints of her floral perfume tickling his nose. He put two fingers under her chin and tilted her head up. Her cheeks were a rosy red. Her eyelashes were longer and darker than normal and framed her glittering gold eyelids. Her lips were the same red as her dress.

"You look amazing Cassandra" he said.

"Thank you" she said. "You look very nice."

He presented the corsage. "For you m'lady."

Cassandra held out her left wrist, revealing long white fingernails that matched her toes, which were visible due to open-toed heels. Jason carefully slid the corsage onto her wrist, not wanting to chip her nails. The corsage was comprised of white roses framed by baby's breath.

"Oh! I have something for you too" Cass said.

Dick reluctantly handed Cass a small box. "You left it in your room."

Cass beamed and squeezed her brother's shoulder. "Thank you."

She opened the small red box, revealing a single red rose.

Jason raised an eyebrow. "Is that for me?"

Cass nodded and pinned the boutonniere to his jacket.

Bruce walked between the couple. "You look beautiful Cassandra."

Cass smiled even wider. "Thank you Bruce."

She hugged her adoptive father. Bruce wrapped his arms around her and glared at Jason.

"If anything makes you weird or uncomfortable, please call me" Bruce said. "Find Tim and stay with him until I get there."

"That's really sweet of you" Cass said, backing away. "But that won't be necessary."

She adjusted the strap of her small red purse. "Are you ready to go, Jason?"

Jason nodded, still looking at Bruce. "Your chariot awaits madam."

Jason took her hand and the two of them walked out the door. They were greeted by a light rain. Cass raced to his car.

Jason laughed. "You're such a girl."

He unlocked the car and opened the passenger door for Cass. He took her hand and helped her slip in, trying to ignore the fact that her skirt was riding up her already exposed thigh.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked.

She nodded. "Thank you."

He reached in and squeezed her shoulder. "You got it."

He circled around into the driver's seat. "Do you mind if we get dinner first?"

Cass shook her head. "Not at all. Where do you want to go?"

"I actually have a meal waiting for us at my apartment" Jason admitted. "A fancy restaurant is... out of my budget."

"So you made me dinner?" Cass asked. "That's so romantic!" She squeezed his arm.

Jason chuckled. "I'm glad you think so."

He parallel parked in front of his apartment. The rain was now coming down hard. Jason raced to the passenger door and opened it. He and Cass zipped through the door into the small dingy lounge.

"Are you ok?" Jason asked, panting.

She nodded, though she was shivering. "Is my hair and makeup ok?"

Jason laughed. "Yes, Cass. You look stunning."

She pulled a compact mirror out of her purse and examined her face. "I could benefit from a few touch-ups."

She snapped her compact shut as she and Jason walked up the stairs. Jason unlocked his door.

"Home sweet home."

Cass looked around the small apartment. They were standing in his living room. A red couch was pressed against the right wall, parallel to a small television. A lamp with a faded blue shade was on the side table that next to the couch. Past the television, Cass could make out an eat-in kitchen.

Jason closed the door behind her. "Please make yourself comfortable. You can put your purse on the couch."

He pulled two plates out of his cabinet. Cass put her purse on the couch and joined him in the kitchen. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Jason pulled a large bowl out of the fridge. "No ma'am. You're welcome to use the bathroom for your touch-ups."

He gestured towards the white door next to the fridge. "That door leads to my bedroom. The white door in there leads to my bathroom. Just a heads up, my mirror has a few cracks in it."

Cass nodded. "Ok."

Cass was applying a fresh coat of lipstick when her phone rang. She checked the caller ID. Bruce.


"Cass, where are you?"

"I'm at Jason's apartment. Are you ok?"

"What? Why the hell are you at his apartment?"

"We're having dinner" she explained.

Bruce muttered a string of curses. "The roads are closed Cassandra."


"It's because of the rain. Tim called me and said he was told that attendees have to stay at the hotel overnight."

Cass put her lipstick away. "It looks like I'm spending the night with Jason."

More curses. "Sleep in separate rooms. The second the roads are reopened, I'm coming to get you."

"That won't be necessary" Cass assured him. "Jason has been really sweet and I don't think that's going to change."

"I'm glad he's treating you well, but I still don't trust him" Bruce said. "Please keep me posted."

"I will" Cass promised. "I'm going to go now but I'll talk to you later."

She slipped her phone into her purse and went back to the kitchen. Jason was setting cups on the table. The bowl he had taken from the fridge earlier was now sitting on the table.

"That smells really good" Cass said.

Jason smiled. "Thank you. I made it myself. Shrimp and gnocchi."

He pulled a chair out for her.

"Thank you" she said.

"You're welcome" he said, carefully pushing her chair back to the table. "Please help yourself. What would you like to drink?"

"Water, please" she said. "Oh! I should probably tell you, Bruce called me while I was in the bathroom. Apparently the roads are closed because of the rain. It's looks like we're spending prom in your apartment."

Jason placed a jug of water on the table. "Seriously? How does Bruce feel about that?"

Cass stayed silent. Jason sat across from her. "Cass, I know your family your family doesn't like me. I've accepted it. I can't imagine how angry Bruce is right now."

Cass spooned some shrimp and gnocchi onto her plate. "I told him you've been good to me. He sounded less tense after that."

Jason poured some water into his glass. "I guess that's progress."

Cass squeezed his hand. "Let's not think about that. There's plenty of other things we can talk about. Do you know what you got on Miss Henderson's essay?"

"The one on Macbeth?"

Cass nodded.

"An A."

Cass beamed. "Congratulations!"

Jason grinned. "You should've seen the look on everyone's faces when she announced that I made the only A."

Cass chuckled. "I'm not surprised. You've always been good at English."

Jason nodded. It was the only class he had an A in. Contrary to popular belief, he was an avid reader.

"I think the concept of me with a book blew their minds."

"It's a little hard to imagine tall, dark, brooding Jason Todd reading a flimsy little book" Cass admitted.

Jason shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a classy guy. And I'm not bad in the kitchen."

Cass laughed. "No you are not. This is really good."

"I'm glad you like it. When you're done, we can go into the living room. I think I have some sappy songs on my phone."

Cass raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Just because we're stuck here doesn't mean we can't have prom" Jason said. "So we can just slow dance in the living room and I'll play music on my phone."

"That sounds really nice" Cass said. She rose from her chair.

Jason rose as well and offered her his arm. "Shall we?"

Cass giggled and took his arm. "We shall."

Jason led the way into his small living room and twirled Cass. "What do you want to dance to m'lady? I have love songs in every genre."

"Surprise me."

Jason hit shuffle and 'Come On Get Higher' by Matt Nathanson poured from his speaker.

Jason bowed and held out his hand. "May I have this dance?"

Cass smiled and accepted. "I would be honored."

Jason pulled her close and placed his hand on her slim waist. Cass placed a hand on his broad shoulder and took his free hand in hers. The pair of them began to sway. Eventually they fell into a rhythm. The second song was 'As Long As You Love Me' by the Backstreet Boys. Jason pulled her closer and nuzzled his nose into her hair.

'When You Kiss Me' by Shania Twain was the third song. Cass quietly hummed along.

"Do you like this song Baby Bat?" Jason whispered.

She nodded. "I love Shania Twain."

Jason nodded, making a mental note to download more Shania Twain songs.

"So where do you want me to sleep tonight?" she asked. "And would you mind lending some clothes to sleep in?"

Jason paused the music. "Of course. We can get some stuff for you now."

They walked to his bedroom and Jason started to sift through his dresser. He settled on clean flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt for Cass and ratty sweatpants and a tank top for himself.

"Do you mind if I take a shower?" Cass asked.

"Not at all" Jason said. "I'll hop in after you. Would you be comfortable sharing a bed with me?"

Cass pondered that for a minute. She didn't want to sleep on the couch and she didn't want to be rude to her host by asking him to sleep on the couch.

"How does Bruce feel about us sharing a bed?"

Cass bit her lip. "He thinks that we should sleep in separate rooms, but I'd prefer to share a bed with you. You make me feel safe."

Jason smiled. "If I make you feel safe, then I guess I have to share a bed with you."

Cass smiled and kissed him on the cheek, leaving a red stain on his cheek.

"I need to remove my makeup before I get in the shower" she said. She ran her index finger down his tie. "I'd love some company."

Jason followed her into the bathroom. Cass set her purse down on the sink and Jason pressed his back against the wall parallel to the mirror. He raised an eyebrow as she unpacked her purse. Makeup remover, makeup, mints, a small mirror, and more were placed in his sink.

"Jesus Cass" he said. "Where you anticipating having to spend the night?"

"Stephanie insisted I come prepared" Cass explained. "In case I smudge my face or develop bad breath."

She raised a makeup pad to her face, then hesitated.

Jason wrapped an arm around her waist. "I don't know much about makeup, but I can think you're supposed to use those pads to remove it."

"I know, I'm just a little reluctant to. My face took hours and it's so pretty..."

"Your face is pretty, with or without makeup."

He rested his chin on her shoulder. "If you want, we can take a picture together. It'd be nice to have a way to remember this night and your makeup."

He opened the camera on his phone. The pair smiled and he took a picture.

"You should send that to me" Cass said. It was a good picture. They were both smiling, Jason's green eyes sparkling with mirth. Cass's mouth was slightly open, showing her perfect teeth.

"I'm totally making this my screensaver" Jason said. "And yeah, I'll send it to you."

Cass was staring in his mirror again. She had done nothing to remove her makeup.

"Do you want me to remove it for you?" Jason asked. Cass nodded slowly.

Jason took the pad from her. "Please turn around."

She did and he lightly dabbed at her face with the pad. Layers of foundation, bronzer, and blush transferred to the small pad, revealing pimples and acne scars. Jason gently went over her eyelids with the pad, removing gold eyeshadow and black eyeliner.

Jason frowned. "So I'm not sure how to remove your mascara."

"It'll come off in the shower" Cass assured him.

Jason put her clothes on the toilet seat as Cass slipped her corsage off.

"Thank you for tonight Jason" Cass said. "It's been incredible."

She sat down on the toilet and carefully undid the straps of her heels.

Jason raised an eyebrow. "Would you like help with those shoes?"

Cass gently pulled one shoe off. "I appreciate the offer, but I've got it. Oh screw it."

She kicked her other off.

Jason chuckled. "That was kind of badass."

Cass massaged her toes. "Those were the most painful things I have ever worn. I'm just sorry I didn't break them."

Jason picked up her shoes and corsage. "Enjoy your shower Cass."

The door clicked shut and he could hear water running. He placed her heels by the bathroom door and put the corsage next to his gun. He settled on his bed and pulled out his phone. He pulled up the picture of him and Cass. He smiled. He really was lucky. Cass was beautiful, intelligent, strong, independent... the perfect girl. She could have anyone she wanted, but she had chosen him. Jason. An obnoxious, loud, cocky street rat.

He sat up and walked over to his small bedroom mirror. He wasn't a bad looking guy. Good cheekbones, sharp green eyes... there were plenty of guys who looked worse than he did.

His bathroom creaked open and Cass stepped out wearing the clothes he had given her.

"Alrighty, it's your..."

"I haven't touched a cigarette in weeks."

Cass raised an eyebrow. "That's nice."

Jason took her hands and pulled them closer to his chest. "I've cut back on beer. And my grades have improved."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I really, really like you. And I don't understand why you agreed to go out with me. Your family hates me and I'm a greasy street rat. That's two major strikes against me. There are so many guys who are a thousand times better than me, and you could have any of them. Why did you agree to go out with me?"

Cass slowly led him to the bed. "Jason, you have nothing to worry about. And you're not a greasy street rat; you're a sophisticated, well-read gentleman. You have came from the most humble of beginnings, but you refuse to let those beginnings define you. You're learning from your mistakes and becoming a better person. I'm proud that you asked me out."

Jason pulled her close. "Thank you. You have no idea how much those words mean to me."

Cass hugged him. "Anytime. Now go get in the shower. I don't want to share this bed with a smelly boy."

"Yes ma'am. We should probably hang up your dress first."

He slid it on a black hanger, his black jacket just behind it. Cass watched him unbutton his shirt.

"Do you want help?" Cass asked coyly.

Jason chuckled. "I'd appreciate it."

Cass smiled as she undid a few buttons, making sure to gently brush her nails against his abdomen.

"As much as I'm enjoying this, I think I should take over. You're going a little slow for my liking."

Cass blushed. "I don't want to chip my nails."

Jason laughed. "Dear God, you've become such a girl."

He held her hand and examined her nails. "Your manicure is pretty. Are these your natural nails?"

Cass nodded. "I've been growing them out."

"They suit you" Jason said. He unbuttoned his shirt and and shrugged out of it. He pulled Cass into a hug. She giggled, pressing a hand against his toned abdomen.

"This has been the best night of my life" Jason whispered into her hair. "And I have you to thank for that."

She kissed him on the cheek. "This has been a great night for me too."

She pulled away and plopped on his bed. "Enjoy your shower Jason."

When Jason came out of the bathroom, Cass was fast asleep. Jason smiled as he slipped under the blankets next to her.

"Good night Baby Bat" he whispered into her ear.

Cass woke to the smell of scrambled eggs and fried bacon the next morning. She yawned and got out of Jason's bed. Jason was in the kitchen placing two steaming plates of food on the table.

"Good morning gorgeous" Jason said. He kissed her on the cheek.

"Good morning handsome" she said. Jason placed a carton of orange juice on the table.

"Last night was incredible" he said. "Thank you."

Cass beamed. "I should be thanking you. Last night was a lot of fun. I almost don't want to go home."

Jason's face fell. "Right. Home. You should probably call Bruce."

"Oh!" Cass jumped up. "You're right. I'll go call him now."

"Hey Bruce."

"Cassandra! Are you ok? I'm almost dressed. I'll be there in thirty minutes."

"I'm ok. Jason and I are having breakfast."

Bruce sighed. "Please be ready to leave in thirty minutes."

And he hung up.

"Bruce will be here in thirty minutes" Cass said, reclaiming her seat at Jason's table.

"Great" Jason muttered.

Cass took his hand. "I won't let him be mean to you."

Jason sighed. "I don't care how he treats me; I'm worried that he'll never let me see you again."

"That's not going to happen" Cass assured him. "Bruce might make it hard, but not even he can make it impossible. We can patrol together, hang out at school... I could go on."

Jason smiled. "This is one of the many reasons I like you: you have this amazing optimism."

Cass smiled. "Thank you. Hey, we should plan another date right now."

"There's this amazing Sudanese place a few blocks away from Gotham Park. We could grab lunch there and then hit the Greek bakery next to it. Then we could hang out in Gotham Park for a while."

"That sounds perfect!" Cass squealed. "I'm free Tuesday afternoon."

"Works for me. You should probably get dressed. Bruce would have a heart attack if he saw you in my clothes."

Bruce arrived just as Jason was zipping Cass into her dress.

"What the hell?"

"It's not what it looks like" Cass said quickly. "Jason is just helping me get into to my dress so I didn't have to wear his clothes home."

"Why wore you wearing his clothes?"

"I wanted her to be comfortable" Jason interjected. "As amazing she looks in that dress, it doesn't look like it's comfortable to sleep in, so I let her borrow some clothes."

Bruce cleared his throat. "That's very thoughtful of you. You slept in different rooms, correct?"

Jason nodded. "She slept in my bed and I slept on the couch."

"Jason and I actually planned another date" Cass said.

Bruce raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

Cass nodded. "We were hoping to get a late lunch on Tuesday."

"I would pick her up at four" Jason said.

"Come to the Manor for dinner tomorrow night" Bruce said. "Let me get reacquainted with you. If all goes well, I'll consider it."

Cass hugged Jason before she and Bruce left.

"How was last night?" Bruce asked.

Cass sighed dreamily. "It was amazing! Jason's really sweet and an amazing cook. He made dinner last night and breakfast this morning."

"Sounds like the perfect guy" Bruce said.

"I know he's not your favorite person" Cass said. "But I really like him and he's incredibly kind to me. He's changed."

Bruce sighed. "I know. It's just... I only adopted you a few years ago and you're already so grown up. I've missed so many important parts of your life and I'm trying to make up for lost time. And I'm not crazy about Jason, but if he's good to you and makes you happy, then what kind of parent would I be if I interfered?"

"Are you saying..."

Bruce nodded. "As long as he is good to you, I'm ok with you dating."

Cass squealed and threw her arms around her father's neck. Bruce wrapped his arms around her waist and smiled. He knew that she was smart and perfectly capable of taking care of herself. However, if Jason Todd was foolish enough to break his daughter's heart, Bruce would make sure there was hell to pay.