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Jason twisted the cap off the bottle too hard, water sloshing. “The usual. He thinks I’m too violent. Too reckless. That I’m ‘not helping the mission’ by actually doing what needs to be done.” He took a long drink, then slammed the bottle down on the counter. “Like he’s any better. Like he didn’t spend years following Bruce’s orders like a good little soldier. Now he’s lecturing me about mercy? Fuck him.”

His voice was rising, edged with that familiar anger that always simmered just under the surface. You knew this version of Jason — the one who lashed out when the world reminded him he was the damaged one, the replaced one, the failure who came back wrong.

You stepped closer, careful not to crowd him. “He’s worried about you. That’s all.”

“Worried?” Jason laughed — short, bitter. “He’s worried I’ll go too far. Like I’m the monster in the family. Like I didn’t die for this city. Like I didn’t crawl out of my own grave just to keep fighting when no one else would.”

He turned away from you, bracing his hands on the counter, head bowed. His shoulders were shaking slightly — not from cold, but from the effort of holding everything in.

You reached out, resting a gentle hand on his back. “Jay…”

He jerked away from your touch like it burned. “Don’t. Not right now. I don’t need you trying to fix me too. I’m not some broken thing you can patch up with tea and pretty words.”

The words stung, but you didn’t flinch. You knew him. You knew this was the anger talking — the fear talking. The part of him that still believed he was too damaged to be loved.

You stepped back, giving him space, but you didn’t leave. “I’m not trying to fix you. I’m just here. Because I love you. Even when you’re like this.”

He laughed again, hollow. “Yeah? Well maybe you shouldn’t. Maybe Dick’s right. Maybe I’m too far gone. Maybe you’d be better off with someone who doesn’t come home covered in blood and rage every night.”

Your chest tightened. You hated when he got like this - when he pushed you away because he was scared you’d finally see the worst in him and leave.

You moved closer again, slower this time. “I’m not going anywhere. I knew who you were when I fell in love with you. The anger. The violence. The parts you hate. I love all of it. Because it’s you.”

He turned then, eyes wet and furious and broken all at once. “You shouldn’t. I’m not good for you. I’m not good for anyone. I snap at you. I shut you out. I—”

You stepped into his space, wrapping your arms around his waist before he could pull away again. He tensed, every muscle rigid, like he was fighting the urge to run.

“I know,” you whispered against his chest. “And I still choose you. Every day. Even on the bad ones.”

Jason stood there for a long moment, breathing hard. Then, like a dam breaking, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you so tight it almost hurt. His face buried in your hair, shoulders shaking as the anger finally gave way to the exhaustion underneath.

“I’m sorry,” he choked out. “I’m so fucking sorry. I don’t know why I do this. I get so angry and I take it out on you and I hate myself for it. You’re the only good thing I have and I keep trying to push you away because I’m terrified you’ll finally realize I’m not worth it.”

You held him tighter, one hand stroking his back, the other cradling the back of his head. “You are worth it. You’re worth everything. You’re my Jason. The one who comes home to me. The one who makes me feel safe even when the world is falling apart. The one who tries so hard even when it hurts.”

He let out a shaky breath, arms squeezing you like you might disappear. “I love you,” he whispered, voice cracking. “So much it scares me. I don’t know how to do this right. But I’m trying. For you. I’m always trying for you.”

You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, then his neck, then his jaw. “I know. And I love you too. All of you. The angry parts. The scared parts. The soft parts you only show me. All of it.”

Jason pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes red-rimmed but softer now. He cupped your face with both hands, thumbs brushing away tears you hadn’t realized you’d shed.

“I don’t deserve you,” he said, voice rough.

“You do,” you replied, leaning up to kiss him softly. “Every day.”

He kissed you back — slow and deep, full of all the love he didn’t know how to say out loud. His hands stayed gentle on your face, holding you like you were something precious. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, breathing steadying.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “For not leaving. For seeing me. For… everything.”

You smiled, pressing another kiss to his lips. “Always. Now come to bed. Let me hold you for a while.”

He nodded, letting you lead him to the bedroom. He stripped down to his boxers and crawled under the covers, pulling you against his chest the second you joined him. His arms wrapped around you tightly, one hand stroking your back in slow, soothing circles, the other tangled in your hair.

“I love you,” he murmured again, voice sleepy and soft. “Even when I’m an idiot. Especially then.”

You smiled against his skin, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. “I love you too. My grumpy, protective, secretly soft boyfriend.”

He huffed a laugh, the sound warm. “Only for you.”

The city hummed far below. In the quiet dark of your shared apartment, Jason Todd held you like you were the only safe thing left in his world.

And you held him right back.

Because loving Jason Todd had never been easy.

But it had always been worth it.

“So which one feels better?”

Barry whines, pulling his cock out of your pussy despite how badly he wants to fuck you right now. “I c-can’t tell.”

You hum, adjusting your hold on the fleshlight resting on your tummy, the opening held flush with the top of your pussy. The head of Barry’s cock brushes your clit and you shiver. 

“Guess we’ll have to try again then.”

Barry sticks his tongue out in concentration, slowly pushing the head of his cock into the lubed fleshlight. He shakes, overstimulated from all the pleasure, and pulls out as slowly as you’ll let him. 

Then he dips his cock back inside you with zero warning, slipping his head into your slick easily. You gasp, eyes rolling back, and savour the feeling of him bottoming out inside of you. 

“C-can’t I just fuck you?”

You drop a hand from the fleshlight to cup his jaw, doing your best to keep a neutral face. “It’s for science, Barr. Wouldn’t wanna f-fuck up my hypothesis, right?” 

He whines in defeat. “But your pussy feels so good,” he catches your hand, interlacing his fingers through yours and pinning it to the bed. “And I really want to fuck you.”

You can never say no to Barry, especially not when he’s red cheeked and basically drooling for you, hard cock deep inside you.

“Stupid toy isn’t as warm as you,” he snaps his hips into yours, forcing the air from your lungs, “or as tight—damn, and it doesn’t make those cute noises of yours.” 

You whimper. Maybe it’s safe to say he doesn’t prefer the toy after all.

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