In truth, despite it's suddeness, Roy likes the newest Outlaw. They're efficient, a trait Jason definitely likes, along with the near obsession they have with getting the job done. No loose ends.

It's been a wonder for their general productivity, not that they were really that bad before. Definitely not bad, not with their line up;

A brick shithouse of a man who was Bat-trained and makes the word spreadsheets known to man.

An alien princess— a literal alien princess. Absolute powerhouse, that's what Kori is.

And, obviously, Roy himself.

Just that. Just them, for the longest time.

Pack bonds settled easily, it was only natural.

There isn't really any Alpha of the pack— nothing official, anyway. The Outlaws don't exactly have a leader, and they definitely skew themselves from any normal pack dynamic.

With Roy's status as a Beta. Jason's as a tough, alpha-looking Omega. and Kori not even having a presentation, being an alien and all.

It was solid.

And then they got a new person in the mix.

He isn't even sure what they're presentation is, he notes idly as Roy watches Jason dutifully keep an eye on their hardworking addition. Kori sits at the kitchen counter with Jason, chatting away as he makes dinner in their "base".

Kori had, in the privacy of one of their many after-mission cuddle seshes, remarked that they aren't very good at the working together thing. Or the pack things.

Oh, well. They'll just have to fix that, won't they?

They will.

They already agreed to it.

A grin stretches Roy's face as he perks at Them. "Hey. C'mere a second?"

If they aren't all having pack cuddles by the end of the night, he'll eat his - stupid, by Jason's standards - trucker hat.