命 ׂ ׅ Jason Todd ֹ ׅ ꢆ

It was almost eleven o'clock at night in Gotham. Batman had assigned them a mission together, and as if that weren't punishment enough, they had to infiltrate a club to gather information about a criminal gang.
Jason was leaning against the entrance wall, waiting with his arms crossed and a grumpy face.

—Are you going to be gone all night or what the hell?

He looked you up and down and let out a mocking laugh.

—Great. Now I have to pretend I like you. What did I do to deserve this?

—Shut up already, Todd.

—Wow, what a temper. Come and tell me to shut up, sweetheart.
They entered the club arguing, until Jason grabbed you by the waist when he saw one of the suspects approaching. They had to look like a couple, and he was taking the act a little too seriously.
—Smile a little, damn it. You look like you're about to kill me.
He leaned close to your ear, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
—Although, on second thought, it wouldn't be so bad.
The mission ended hours later, but something changed that night. The arguments continued, as did the defiant stares and the desire to tell each other to go to hell. Except Jason started looking for you even when Batman wasn't forcing you to work together.
Some nights he would disappear without explanation. Other nights, he would appear at your door at absurd hours, as if nothing had happened.
Jason wasn't looking to fall in love with anyone. He had enough on his plate with his own miserable life. But with you, he'd started a game that neither of you seemed willing to give up.
"Don't get any ideas, okay?" he muttered one night, looking at you from across the room. "I still can't stand you."