Jason Todd grabs the fluffy white robe off the hook on the back of the bathroom door. He doesn’t bother to tie it shut. He’ll be taking it off again soon enough if he has his way.
His right hand shakes as he spins the gold ring on the fourth finger of his left hand.
“It’s real,” he whispers.
Jason almost can’t believe it. Street urchins born in the slums of Gotham don’t marry into high society. They just don’t.
“Come back to bed, Jay,” Bruce says, leaning against the pillows with a soft smile on his face.
Jason thanks whatever lucky star he was born under and goes back to bed with his husband.