Ness.

"I could die right here and I'd be the happiest man."

Shane sighed against your abdomen, burying his face in it as the words left his mouth muffled.

You giggled as your fingers ran through his messy curls.

The two of you were lying on your bed, and he had just gotten home from the studio after a long day of recording.

“I bet, sweetheart."

You murmured, your eyes glued to his relaxed face. His arms were wrapped around your waist when he suddenly crawled up on top of you and proceeded to place a soft kiss on the tip of your nose.

“You're too pretty.” Another kiss, but this time on the corner of your lip. "And I'm in love with you.” You let out a smitten giggle that made his eyes sparkle with love for you, and you leaned forward to peck his lips.

Domesticity was not something Jason Todd was used to.

His past and everything he does to keep the city free of any danger haunted him like his own shadow.

He would never think he would find himself cooking and laughing with someone he loved and they loved him too.

It felt so right, like despite everything morally wrong he did he still had a place where he belonged. With you.

As if somehow all the suffering he had gone through was being rewarded.

“Everything’s okay, baby? I lost you for a moment.”

Your voice brought him out of his thoughts, as always being the light among the darkness of his mind.

He took a couple of steps towards you and without thinking twice, hooked his arm around your waist and turned you around so he could face you and kiss you with longing and affection.

You, by surprise, at first did not kiss him back but then you followed the kiss in the same way that he moved his lips over yours.

“What was that?”

The way he looked at you like you had hung the stars in the sky made your heart flutter in your chest.

“I just- I love you.”

You smiled and brushed the tip of your nose against his lovingly.

You're Jason's favorite person.

The only person who is allowed to see his most vulnerable side. The only person he needs when he has nightmares or panic attacks. The only one he has allowed to see his scars. Kiss each one of them to have him like putty in your hands. The only one he blindly trusts. The only one he keeps coming back to every night after every patrol. The only one he wants to wake up with every morning and sleep next to every night. The only one he wants to love for the rest of his days, until death takes him again to then crawl out of the grave to get back to you.