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Oliver blinked a few times, just for emphasis. “Sorry, you’re going to what now ?”
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Bruce set down the Batarang he had been tinkering with. His expression remained calm, but something flickered in his eyes. “Are you… sure about this ?”
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“I’m getting married,” Roy repeated, holding Oliver’s gaze.
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“I am getting married,” Jason confirmed.
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Oliver stared at his son, searching his face for any sign that this was a joke, but found none. The tension grew in the silence that followed.
“You're serious ?” Oliver finally asked, his brow furrowing as he let out a slow sigh.
“Dead serious,” Roy confirmed, crossing his arms.
Oliver exhaled loudly, running a hand over his face before pinching the bridge of his nose, a habit Roy had grown accustomed to. “Roy, you cannot be serious,” he muttered.
“I am, though.” Roy’s frown deepened. “Why is this so hard to believe ?”
They stood on a rooftop. Roy had called Oliver over, pretending there was an emergency. Lately, it had been nearly impossible to get any time with him. Oliver was always busy with work, missions, or maybe he just wanted to get away from everything, Roy wasn’t sure. Regardless, it kind of was an emergency on some level anyway.
Oliver paced around the rooftop, clearly trying to collect his thoughts. He turned back to Roy, rubbing at his temple. “You want to marry... Bruce's kid ? Have you really thought this through ?”
“Yes.”
He stopped in his tracks and looked up at Roy, his expression still very much incredulous. “Roy, marriage is a huge step. An enormous one. Are you sure you're ready for this ? Do you even understand what you’re committing to ?”
Roy’s jaw tightened, and he let out an exasperated sigh. "I’m not a fucking idiot, Ollie."
“I know that ! It’s just—damn it, Roy ! Bruce’s kid ?! Really ?”
Roy crossed his arms, unimpressed. “I’m marrying my boyfriend of five years, not Bruce. You’re making it weird.”
Oliver opened his mouth to respond, but then stopped, realizing Roy had a point. He exhaled again. “It’s not weird, I just... This is a big deal, Roy. I want to make sure you’re really ready for something like this.”
“I am. And so is he.”
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“You’ve only been together for five years,” Bruce said, finally turning to face him.
“And ?” Jason frowned, his tone defensive. “What’s the problem with that ?”
Bruce didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned to look at Jason. His expression was somehow incredulous. “Jason, five years isn’t long in the grand scheme of things. This is a big decision. You’re talking about the rest of your life.”
“What ? Now you have a problem with us being together ? After everything we’ve been through, now you decide to question this ?!”
“It’s not about the relationship," Bruce said quietly, shaking his head. “It's about marriage. It's permanent. It’s a commitment that will change everything. You need to be absolutely sure this is what you want; marrying Oli– marrying Roy.”
Jason’s eyes narrowed, catching Bruce's slip up. “You were going to say ‘Oliver’s son,’ weren’t you ?” His tone was accusatory. “Is that what’s bothering you ?”
“No, it’s–I wasn’t–”
“Oh, so it is.” Jason snapped, his voice laced with anger. He took a step closer, his fists clenched at his sides. “We are not rushing anything. We’ve been together for years. This isn’t about you, or Oliver, or whatever rivalry you two have. It’s about us.”
Bruce’s shoulders sagged slightly, his usual stoicism faltering. “There’s no ‘rivalry’, Jason. I wanted to make sure you thought this through. So, are you sure ?”
Jason met his gaze, unflinching. “I am sure. And that’s all that matters.”
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Oliver Queen and Bruce Wayne had always shared a complicated dynamic. Part rivalry, part reluctant friendship, part family. At first glance, they seemed opposites : Oliver, the loud-mouthed, irreverent vigilante who wore his heart on his sleeve, and Bruce, the stoic, calculated tactician who lived in the shadows.
Yet beneath the tension, there was mutual respect. They had fought side by side in the League, saved each other’s lives more than once, acknowledged each other’s skills and even helped each other for more personal matters. Bruce had been there for Oliver when it mattered the most, and vice-versa.
Still, the petty rivalry seemed to always float above their heads. Oliver saw Bruce as a control freak who relied too much on his wealth, while Bruce viewed Oliver as too hotheaded and impulsive most of the time.
When Roy and Jason announced their engagement, this dynamic intensified. It wasn’t the relationship that bothered either of them; they genuinely wanted the best for their sons. But the idea of their sons marrying into each other's families awoke that instinctual rivalry, as if the marriage symbolized a shift in power between them.
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It was late, the rain hit the windows of Roy and Jason’s apartment. Lian was asleep in her room, and the soothing raindrop sounds filled the living room. Roy sat on the couch, while Jason leaned against the doorframe. Across from them, Dick sat in an armchair. He waited for one of them to speak, and explain why they called him in so late.
Roy and Jason exchanged a glance, as if deciding who was going to break the news. Finally, Jason sighed, stepping forward and sitting next to Roy. He looked directly at Dick.
“We need to tell you something, but you can’t say a word to anyone. Not yet,” Jason began.
“Alright. You know you can trust me. What’s going on ?”
Roy shifted a little on the couch, trying to find the right words. “We’ve been working on adopting a kid. A little girl. It’s been in the works for months now, but, uh… there’s a complication.”
Dick’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’re adopting ?! That’s insane ! I mean, it’s great !”
Jason exhaled, his jaw tight. “The agency won’t finalize the adoption unless we’re married, amongst other things. Legal stability, they called it.”
“So… that’s why you’re pushing for the wedding ?”
Roy nodded. “Yeah. I mean, we were probably going to get married eventually, but this… it just moved things up. The agency made it clear that it’s a requirement if we want to finalize everything.”
“Right now, it looks like marriage might be the last thing standing between us and this kid,” Jason added.
Dick looked between the two of them. “Why haven’t you told anyone else ? I mean, Bruce and Ollie could—”
Roy cut him off, his voice firmer than usual. “That’s exactly why we haven’t told them. You know how they get, Dick. The second they know we’re getting married because of this, they’re going to make it into a whole thing. They’ll question if we’re rushing, if we’re doing this for the ‘right reasons’. Then, they’ll start interfering. And we don’t need any kind of nepotism playing into this.”
Jason nodded, his voice more frustrated. “We just want this to be about us and our family.”
“I get it,” Dick held his hands slightly up. “They’d probably overreact, and you guys don’t need that right now. But why tell me ?”
Roy glanced at Jason, then back to Dick. “Because we need someone on our side. Someone who can back us up when all this comes out. You’ve always been good at handling Bruce, and… We trust you.”
“Yeah. We’re going to need someone to run interference when they start poking their noses into this.”
Dick let out an understanding sigh. “Okay, I see where you’re coming from.” He paused, then smiled. “You know I’ve got your back, guys. I’m happy for you two.”
Jason visibly relaxed at that. “Thanks, Dick. Really.”
“You’re not planning on keeping this a secret forever, are you?” Dick asked, raising an eyebrow.
Roy sighed, glancing at Jason before answering. “We’ve kept it from Lian for now, but she’s sharp. She’s already asking questions.”
Dick leaned back in his chair, arms crossed as he nodded thoughtfully. The idea of Roy and Jason adopting ? It wasn’t something he had ever seen coming. At least, not this soon. Sure, they’d been together for five years, and by most standards, that was more than enough time to decide to get married. But adopting a child ? That was a whole different level of commitment. The responsibility, the sleepless nights, the sacrifices. It required patience and stability. And while he had no doubt Roy had plenty of experience raising Lian, Jason’s journey to this point will for sure be more complicated.
Dick decided to not share his thoughts, concluding that it was one of the exact reasons they chose not to tell their respective fathers.
“No one else knows, then ?” He asked instead.
“Connor does. He’s been in the loop from the beginning. But that’s it,” Roy replied, feeling Jason’s hand slipping into his.
Dick rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. “Connor ? Yeah, guess that makes sense. For a sec, I thought I’d be the first to know.” There was an awkward pause, and then Dick added with a grin, “I was even thinking; maybe I could be the kid’s godfather.”
The other two men exchanged a glance.
Jason scratched the back of his neck, grimacing a little. “Well… about that. We, uh, kind of already promised Connor.”
Dick blinked, and for a split second, his disappointment was unmistakable. “Connor again, huh ?” He chuckled softly, trying to brush it off. “Of course, Connor. Makes sense. It’s kind of your brother after all,” he told Roy.
Jason rolled his eyes and winced a little at the implicit jab. “Ah, c’mon.”
Roy’s expression softened, and he leaned forward. “Listen, Dick, we don’t have to pick just one godfather. You’ve always been there for us, and we want you to be part of this too.”
“Yeah, you’d be a great godmother,” Jason smirked.
Roy snorted, shaking his head. “Ignore him. The point is Connor’s family, but so are you.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Jason rolled his eyes. “We don’t have to pick just one godfather.”
“I can live with that !” Dick shrugged, but they could see how his demeanor had lighten up.
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“Mmh... That feels good,” Roy murmured.
Sitting on the couch, Jason smiled at the comment, his hands working slowly through Roy’s thick red hair as he sat comfortably on the floor between his legs. “You like it ?”
In response, Jason received a soft hum which encouraged his movements on Roy’s scalp. Jason couldn’t help but smile as he ran his hands through Roy’s hair, he loved how soft it felt between his fingers.
Roy let his head fall sideways on Jason's right thigh as he lazily looked up at him. There was so much affection in his eyes that Jason felt his chest tighten.
“We’re actually doing it,” Roy murmured. The fingers that were previously moving on his scalp slowed, now gently caressing his temples.
“Yeah…” Jason replied, his tone mirroring the other’s. “I think it’s worth it.”
Roy’s lips curled into a tender smile. “I think you’re worth it.”
Jason’s breath caught in his throat. It wasn’t often that words hit him this hard. Hearing Roy say that... it did something to him. Instead of responding, Jason gently nudged Roy’s head off his thigh, his hands returning to the massage. Roy’s smile didn't leave his lips.
Minutes passed in comfortable silence, Jason’s fingers still working through Roy’s hair. He really loved his hair. Always had. He used to think it was just because of how it felt when he tugged at it in different, more intimate settings. Or how it splayed on the pillow, again, in different, more intimate settings. But the more time they spent together, the more Jason realized it wasn’t just about those moments. It was more than that.
Roy’s hair had gotten longer over the years, and Jason thought it made him look even more handsome. Effortlessly handsome as it framed his face in this way that made him look both rugged and put together at the same time.
Jason broke the silence with a low murmur, his thoughts spoken out loud. “I love your hair.”
Roy chuckled softly, setting his phone aside. He tilted his head back again, meeting Jason’s eyes with a smile that made Jason’s heart do a little flip. “Thanks,” he said. Then, without hesitation, Roy added, “I love you.”
Jason’s lips quirked into a soft smile, and he let his hands drift back though the hair.
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The two months leading up to the wedding were full of planning, meetings, and decisions. And, surprisingly, Bruce and Oliver decided simple and modest wasn’t going to happen.
It started subtly enough.
Oliver showed up to their apartment one evening. “I know you wanted something low-key, but hear me out, boys. This vineyard outside Star City ? Perfect for an intimate ceremony.”
Roy gave him a skeptical look. “A vineyard, Ollie ? Are you serious ?”
Oliver grinned. “It’s rustic and charming. You’ll love it.”
Before Roy could respond, Jason’s phone buzzed. A message from Bruce: I’ve made a few calls. Gotham Cathedral is available for the ceremony. Classic, timeless. Let me know what you think.
Jason sighed, holding up his phone for Roy to see.
“And yours wants us to get married in a cathedral,” Roy deadpanned. “This is going to be a disaster, isn’t it ?”
As the weeks went on, the ‘not rivalry’ between Bruce and Oliver only escalated. Bruce turned meticulous over their wedding. For some reason, he wanted everything perfect. He also worked on finding the best ways to make it grand without any paparazzis knowing about it. To keep it extremely low-key while still making it grandiose.
Oliver seemed to be going that exact same route too.
Every decision seemed to awaken a competition between the two fathers. Oliver booked a high-end Gotham florist, so Bruce hired a famous designer to create custom suits. When Bruce offered to host the after-party reception at Wayne Manor, Oliver countered by suggesting a private island owned by Queen Industries.
“Bruce wants elegance, Oliver wants style,” Jason muttered one night after yet another phone call. “At this rate, we’re going to end up with a wedding that has a three-act musical number, fireworks, and a real-life scaled escape game. Throw in a parade on the way to the venue, and we’re all set,” he rubbed his temples.
Roy paused between sets of push-ups. “I know,” his voice was barely strained. “But remember why we’re letting them go all out in the first place.”
Jason finished cutting the fruits, scooping them into a bowl. “Still annoying, though,” he muttered, picking up the bowl and heading down the hall. He knocked lightly on Lian’s door before pushing it open, careful not to barge in.
Inside, Lian was bobbing her head to the music blasting through her headphones, her back to the door. She was hunched over her desk.
He cleared his throat and made an extra effort to shuffle his feet as he stepped closer, holding out the bowl of fruits. “Lian,” he said just loud enough to catch her attention without giving her a heart attack.
Lian didn’t react at first, still absorbed in her music and whatever she was working on. Jason waited a moment, then tapped her shoulder with his free hand.
She jolted, pulling off her headphones in surprise. “Oh ! Hey, Jay,” she said, blinking up at him. “Didn’t hear you come in.”
Jason smirked, holding up the bowl of fruit. “Figured. Brought you a snack.”
Lian grinned, pushing her sketchbook aside. “Thanks !” She grabbed a piece of apple from the bowl and popped it into her mouth. “You and Dad are still dealing with the wedding stuff ?”
Jason rolled his eyes dramatically. “You have no idea. I’m starting to think we should just run away.”
Lian laughed, shaking her head. “Yeah, but then you wouldn’t get to see the whole circus.”
“Exactly,” Jason muttered, though he couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “What about you ? What are you working on ?”
Lian shrugged, chewing on another slice of fruit. “Just some ideas. Maybe for the wedding, who knows ?”
Jason raised an eyebrow. “Oh, so you’re in on it too ?”
She flashed him a mischievous grin. “Maybe. But don’t worry, no extravaganza.”
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One weekend, during a family dinner, Oliver pulled Roy aside, phone still in hand from showing him a panoply of fancy wedding dish options. “I know this is a lot,” Oliver began, gesturing vaguely to the photos still on his screen.
“Uh, yeah,” Roy replied with a smirk. “Honestly, some chicken nuggets would do just fine.”
Oliver rolled his eyes, but there was a softness in his expression. “I’m not just talking about the food, Roy. I mean all of this; the wedding planning, the pressure. You need to remember, this is your day. If something doesn’t feel right, if it’s too much, just say the word and I’ll pull the plug on any of it.”
Roy remained quiet as Oliver patted his shoulder.
After dinner, Dinah motioned for Roy to follow her to the kitchen. He hesitated just for a second before trailing behind her. When they arrived, she turned around, her hair swaying gently as she leaned against the counter.
“Roy, I wanted to talk to you about Ollie.”
Roy tensed a little, already on edge after the announcement about the wedding. He loved Ollie, but their relationship had always been complicated, full of ups and downs. “What about him ?” he asked.
Dinah brushed some hair behind her ear. “He’s been different lately. Ever since you told him about the wedding, he’s been more engaged. Honestly, I’ve seen him more excited and focused on this than I have in a while.”
Roy’s brow furrowed. “Yeah, why was he so distant before ?”
“I thought maybe it was just one of his phases, you know how he gets. But this was different. He wouldn’t talk about it, not even to me, and usually, I can get through to him.” She glanced toward the door, as if expecting Oliver to walk in at any moment. “It’s like something’s been weighing on him, something big.”
Roy frowned, his mind running through the past few months. Oliver had been distant. Less talkative. Less present. “You think it’s something serious ?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. But since he started planning this wedding, he’s been more himself again. It’s like he needed something to focus on. It’s as if the idea of you and Jason getting married, and him being a part of it, has brought him back.”
Roy leaned against the counter, trying to process what Dinah was saying.
“He wants this for you, even if his way of showing it is a little… intense,” she finished.
Roy smiled slightly at that. “Yeah, intense is one word for it.”
Dinah stepped forward, placing a hand on his arm. “Just… I know you’ve got a lot on your plate right now, but he needs this wedding to be more than just a distraction. He needs to know you want him involved.”
Roy nodded, feeling the weight of her words sink in. “I will. Thanks, Dinah.”
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Roy laid down on their bed, and immediately Jason shifted closer, his arm draping over Roy’s waist.
“How was the dinner ?” Jason asked.
“Good. Lian wanted to stay over at Ollie and Dinah’s tonight,” Roy replied, his gaze fixed on the ceiling.
Jason’s eyebrows lifted, a smirk creeping onto his face. “So,” he licked his lips, “means we’re alone now ?”
Roy’s attention drifted back from wherever his thoughts had taken him, his head turning to look at Jason. “Oliver pulled me aside and said he’d pull the plug on anything I wasn’t feeling with the wedding. Said he’d shut it all down if I asked.”
“Wait, really ? That’s great ! So what did you tell him to cut ? The fireworks ? The five-course meals ? The ice skating rink ?”
Roy didn’t laugh, just shook his head. “I didn’t tell him to cut anything.”
Jason blinked, taken aback. “What ? Like nothing ? None of it ?”
Roy sighed. “Before all this wedding stuff, he was acting weird. Distant, like he didn’t really know what to do with himself. Dinah told me how it affected them. And now, with the wedding… I don’t know, it’s like he’s found this new purpose. Something to focus on. I didn’t want to take that away from him, you know ?”
Jason rolled his eyes. “Yeah… but still, it’s our wedding.”
“I know,” Roy said quietly. “I just… I figure he needs this more than I mind it. I don’t want to hurt him.”
Jason sighed, reaching over to take Roy’s hand. “You’re a better person than me, babe.”
Roy squeezed his hand, finally cracking a small smile.
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A few days later, one of the preparation days had started off well enough. The atmosphere was good and only the closest family members were around, committing to helping out. They were in Gotham's cathedral, its tall stained glass windows filling the space with colored light.
Lian, Mia, and Cass were helping with final touches, while Dinah and Dick were chatting about the seating arrangements. In a calm corner, Connor was working on his speech while Damian sat in front of him, scrolling through his tablet, looking more bored than anything. Bruce and Oliver had gone to great lengths to ensure the wedding would be as private as possible.
Bruce hung up the phone. He had been on it for the last ten minutes. Turns out one of the most important parties had just canceled last-minute due to an unexpected fire in their place of work. Dinah, Dick, and Oliver gathered around him, sensing something was wrong.
“I’m going to have to rearrange things,” Bruce said calmly, but Dick noticed the faint twitch in his jaw and the subtle bulging vein on his forehead.
“Who canceled ?” Oliver inquired, pressing.
“It doesn't matter, I’ll take care of it.”
Dinah, who had been standing close enough to overhear Bruce’s phone call, answered instead. “It’s the tailoring team for their suits.”
Bruce’s lips thinned ever so slightly, clearly annoyed that she had divulged the information.
“Oh, no big deal,” Oliver said quickly, pulling out his phone with a confident grin. “We’ll go with the tailor I had in mind from the start. I’ll give them a quick call and–”
“I said I’ll take care of it,” Bruce repeated, his tone firm.
“Uh,” Oliver was tapping on his phone without looking up. “Well, except I’ve got a solution right here,” he muttered, starting to dial.
“Hang up, Oliver,” Bruce sighed, his patience thinning.
Oliver frowned, finally sensing the tension. He hung up and asked slowly. “Why ?”
Meanwhile, in the hallway, Roy and Jason, who had been talking among themselves, noticed the unusual atmosphere in the room and exchanged a glance before stepping toward them.
Bruce let out a long breath. “The tailors you had in mind are nothing but charlatans. the prices are over-the-top for what it’s really worth and, on top of that, they lack finesse. Too extravagant.”
“Taste is subjective, Bruce,” Dinah tried to soothe the tension she could feel spiking up on her husband’s back.
Oliver’s fingers tightened around his phone. “Fuck you very much for that review,” he gritted out, clearly offended.
“I’m stating facts, and I already told you I’ll take care of it.”
Oliver’s jaw tightened as his eyes narrowed. “And, by the way, ‘too extravagant’ coming from the guy who suggested shutting down a whole theme park for the wedding is hilarious.”
Jason and Roy had edged closer, both of them glancing between Bruce and Oliver. Dick visibly winced sensing how this would probably quickly escalate. Dinah must’ve thought the same thing given how she blinked slowly, probably to brace herself for the headache that would result from this.
Bruce’s face remained impassive, but there was a touch of irritation in his eyes. “That was a suggestion. It was Jason’s favorite, it’s meaningful, not something done for the sake of flaunting wealth.”
“Oh, really ? Really ? You think shutting down a theme park isn’t flaunting wealth ? It’s literally the definition of extravagance, Bruce !” He waved his hand dismissively. “God, are you fucking kidding me right now ?! Your whole schtick is to flaunt your money.”
Bruce’s eyes narrowed just slightly. “Don’t act like I’m the only one here with expensive ideas.”
“This is different ! I’m trying to do something meaningful for my son. Not just throw money around for the sake of it !”
Something must’ve hit Bruce harder than he was willing to admit, because what came out of his mouth next had a particular sting to it. “Of course. Because that’s so different from what you always criticize; spending money you claim to hate. You parade around, acting anti-capitalist, yet here you are, going all in for this.”
Dinah actually groaned, knowing that there would be no take-backs from here. Dick and Jason both stiffened, standing a little straighter. Connor, Lian, Mia, and Cass, who had stopped what they were doing at some point, glanced at each other, trying to piece together what they had missed. Mia leaned into Connor, whispering something.
Roy’s eyes seemed to darken at Bruce’s words.
“Bruce, don’t,” Dinah warned softly.
Bruce ignored her and crossed his arms, standing his ground.
Oliver’s jaw tightened, his eyes blazing as he took a step closer. “What the hell did you just say to me ?”
“I’ve seen you do it time and time again, Oliver. You preach one thing and live another. You’ve always been a hypocrite when it comes to money,” Bruce simply replied, his tone unwavering.
Oliver’s face flushed red with anger, and Dinah’s hand instinctively moved to his arm, but it did little to stop him from stepping into Bruce’s personal space. “Hypocrite ? You think I’m a hypocrite ?! I’ll show you–”
Before Oliver could finish, Roy stepped in, his fists clenched at his sides as he stood between them. “Hey, enough,” he snapped, his voice remained steady though as his eyes flicked toward Bruce. “You don’t get to call him that. Not after everything he’s done for us.”
Jason frowned, clearly caught off guard by Roy’s reaction. Still, he chose not to interfere.
“I’m stating the obvious,” Bruce didn't falter.
Dinah, sensing Oliver’s rising temper, loosened her grip on his arm and whispered for him to calm down. And Roy had turned fully to face Bruce now. “You don’t know anything, so shut it.”
Oliver, clearly not expecting Roy to get so defensive, blinked in surprise. His anger momentarily cooled as he glanced at Roy, then back at Bruce. Roy had just told Batman to shut up, and that’s… Yeah, that was unexpected.
Dick moved closer until he was standing next to Roy. “Hey, man, it’s all good. It’s not that deep.”
Roy and Oliver’s voices rang out at the same time, their indignation crystal clear. “Not that deep ?!”
Dick immediately winced. “Shit, uh, that’s not what I meant, guys. I just— Nevermind.” He stumbled back, his arms held up in surrender.
Jason sighed. “Oh, c’mon. Bruce’s not entirely wrong, besides none of this matters right now.”
Roy whipped around, glaring at Jason. “You’re siding with him now ?”
“I’m not, but Bruce got a point, and y’all are making it sound like he’s crazy. Oliver’s always going on about wealth, but now he’s throwing around cash for this wedding like he’s trying to buy something.”
Roy’s face flushed with anger. “Oh, buy something ? You really think that’s what he’s doing ? If there’s anyone here throwing around money to try and buy affection, maybe it’s him with you !” He gestured toward Bruce for emphasis.
Jason froze, his eyes fluttering in disbelief at Roy’s words, and even Bruce, who had relatively remained composed until now, stiffened at the accusation.
Dick stepped in between them. “Alright, let’s take it down a notch, okay ?”
But Roy didn't break eye contact with Jason. “You think I don’t see it ? Bruce throws money at everything involving you, and you’re just fine with it. But when Oliver wants to do something for us, it’s suddenly too much ?”
Jason’s expression hardened. “You really think I’m enjoying any of this ?!”
Roy didn’t answer right away, the tension between them growing steady. Dick held up his hands. “Whoa, okay, hold on,” he said, trying to diffuse the situation. “We’re not doing this.”
“Dick, stay out of this,” Jason growled, still glaring at Roy.
“No,” Dick said firmly. “You’re both being idiots, and we’re not turning this into a family fight. Not over something like this.”
Roy’s voice rose in anger as he glanced around. “This is our day ! He’s doing this for us,” then to Jason specifically, “I can’t believe you’re turning on me right now.”
Jason scoffed exaggeratedly. “I’m not turning on you, but you’re acting like we’ve been dying for this over-the-top event, like this whole shit show is what we wanted. You and I both know why we’ve been letting them do of all this !”
Caught up in the heat of the moment, it’s without thinking that Roy shot back. “Oh, do we ?!” He snapped, unknowingly not registering where Jason was really headed.
Jason’s voice dropped dangerously. “The adoption, Roy. Because we need to show the agency that we’ve got everything together, that this is a stable and loving fucking environment for her !”
Silence fell over the room like a blizzard.
Oliver’s eyes widened in shock, the rambling he had going on behind Roy abruptly cut off. Bruce blinked his tense expression away. The tension in his shoulders visibly dropped, his arms uncrossing as he processed what Jason had just said.
Dick exchanged a knowing glance with Connor across the room.
Lian, however, frowned deeply. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but no words came out.
Cass and Mia exchanged puzzled looks before their eyes darted between Roy and Jason. Damian was the only one that looked completely unphased.