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A light bit of rain began to splatter on the car windshield as Jason drove you home. He quiet, a bit more than normal. It was a lot to decompress from. It was BatFamily dinner, moreso, it was the first family dinner than you came as Jason’s boyfriend.

Partners were allowed, and most of the group knew Jason was with someone serious. However, this was your first time officially meeting them. It was intimidating, but you had a great time. They were all so welcoming and kind. So, you seemed confused as to why Jason seemed a bit unsettled.

But you let him have his time. You understood sometimes he needed some time to process he emotions. Good and bad. He had been anxious about the dinner and probably was still working off some of the anxiety.

Once he pulled up to his apartment and parked the car, you reached over and grabbed his hand. “I think it went pretty well. Don’t you?”

“Of course,” he said shortly. He squeezed your hand softly before letting go to get out of the car. He jogged around so when you got out, he had an umbrella over you already.

You kissed his cheek softly, as a thank you and to lighten the mood. He was tense and something was wrong. “You don’t seem to sure.”

“I’m just tired,” he replied, and began to slowly beckon you to the door of the apartment. “Let’s get inside, it’s late.”

You nodded and made your way inside with Jason, and the two of you didn’t say much on the way upstairs. Once inside he shut the door. He didn’t slam it, but there was an energy there.

“Everyone seemed really nice,” you said again, trying to get him to talk out whatever was bothering him.

“Yes of course they are,” he responded, walking into the bedroom and taking his shirt off. He was beginning his, admittedly small, pre-nighttime routine.

“I really enjoyed getting to know everyone,” you said, following him there. (Perhaps trying hard not to get too distracted by his physique)

He nodded as he pulled his jeans off so he was just in his boxers now. He tossed the old clothes aside. “Yes, I could tell you and Dick talked. A lot.”

He marched into the bathroom. However, his comment about Dick piqued your interest. “Jason Todd.” You ordered.

His mouth was muffled with his toothbrush. “What?”

You then went into the bathroom and stood behind him. You could see his face in the mirror as he kept brushing. “Are you… jealous?”

He spit from brushing his teeth and made eye contact with you in the mirror. “Don’t be ridiculous.” He began rinsing his mouth out.

You smirked a bit, “You are, aren’t you?!” He shook his head in response, trying to ignore the insinuation. “Do you really think I’d ever look at Dick like that? Or anyone other than you like that?”

“Of course not,” he snapped back, you could tell with a bit more snappiness than he intended. “I know you’d never go for the glorified acrobat.”

“Don’t get mean,”‘you chastised him, but he rolled his eyes. Your defense of Dick was probably not helping his mood. “But you’re right. I wouldn’t, so what is your deal?”

He sighed and splashed some water on his face. “It’s not Dick. It’s all of them. They’re all so…… well adjusted. I mean, I know they have their issues too, but it’s different. Mine are, well, I just can’t handle mine the way they can. I was worried you’d see them, and realize it’s not the hero life that makes me this way. It’s just me.”

Your stomach dropped, and you could almost cry from having pushed and teased him about this. However, you are glad his feelings are out in the open now. “Jason.” You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his firm torso. He was taller than you by just a bit, so you could rest your head on his back.

“I never asked for well adjusted,” you kissed his back lightly, “And I never cared about the hero life. I always wanted just you. You’re not some burden to me, you’re my light. I love you.”

At this moment you could feel his muscles relax as he let out a small sigh. “I love you too,” he whispered back, turned around so he could wrap you into a warm and firm hug.

The two of you stood like this for a bit and you could feel his energy calming down. Finally, he broke the silence and asked, “You do think he’s hot though, don’t you.”

“You don’t wanna know the answer to that question,” you teased back a bit.

“Hotter than me?” He asked and raised an eyebrow.

“You already know the answer,” you grinned and kissed his cheek again.

“Atta boy!” He grinned and smashed your lips together to kiss you deeply.

Aside from the initial protectiveness of their friend, they welcomed you with open arms. They truly were some of the kindest people you’d met.

Despite all of this, though, you did not know them terribly well, so you intended to stay glued to Dick’s side. A pretty fun task considering he’d be in a bathing suit, and Dick was never modest with his clothing options.

You two were the last too arrive and Dick laid out your towel. “There we go! All set!” He smiled warmly.

“Thank you,” you replied to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek as a sign of your gratitude. You noticed the other titans arriving and instantly felt a bit insecure. Their bodies were so perfect. And you were, well, you.

“Wanna help?” Dick asked, snapping your attention back to him. He was holding a bottle of sunscreen and grinning in that stupid way he did when he was being cocky. You hated that you loved it so much. You hated he had this power over you, but got yes did you want to sunscreen his body.

You grabbed the bottle pretending to be pissed but you both knew you weren’t. Squeezing a bit on your hand you began to rub him down thoroughly. To make sure the sunscreen soaked in. No other reason of course.

Your hands trailed down the firmness of his body with ease due to the lotion. It always amazed you how a man with so many hard muscles somehow still felt soft. But you didn’t linger on the question for too long and instead just enjoyed it.

When you were done you tossed the bottle down and gave his back a light smack. “All lotioned up.”

He turned around and immediately picked you up, your legs and arms wrapping around him instinctively as he kissed you. “Can’t believe I have the sexist guy on the beach.”

You blushed but nuzzled in to him a bit. “Shut up.” Surely he was teasing you.

“I mean it,” he grinned and kissed down your neck a bit. He always had a way of making you feel good. Not just on the outside, but the inside as well. “Now let’s go swimming!”

He carried you to the water and the two of you floated along with the waves as the other Titans joined you. Eventually you watched Dick and some of the guys get pretty competitive with water football, while you watched on the side with Kori.

You relished in this peaceful moment and you could tell the Titans needed it too.

Things were so much different between you two now. Normally, there was no force in the world that could keep you two apart. But now he was King in the North. All eyes were on him, and you didn’t fit the image.

You weren’t resentful, of course. You understood. The Starks were known for their honor. Robb having a mistress would be slightly scandalous, but him having a male lover? Well they’d probably hang him. And you.

So you brought what moments you could with him. He brought you along as an attendant, so you were away from the fighting. You were never very good at it, and Robb didn’t want to risk losing you. He’d risk everything for the North, including his own life. Everything, but you.

Your roll as attendant also gave an excellent excuse for such a low-born man to be in the King’s tent at any hour day or night. No one asked many questions, and you had private time with your King.

Suddenly, a group of older men filed out of the tent one by one. Each of them grumbling about something, but overall the mood didn’t seem too bad. Once the last one had left, you quickly slipped in. “Hello My King.”

Still leaning over the war map with both hands on the table, he simply glared up at you. His annoyance was obvious, but it only made you smile. “Do not patronize me.”

You walked over to him, and ended up behind him, your arms wrapping around him. He was tense from stress but you felt a bit of relaxation into your touch. “But you are my king.” You knew very well his reservations about being king, but he was king now after all. “You seem stressed your grace.”

He sighed and leaned back into your embrace a bit. Your hands slowly began to unlace his shirt for him. “Everyone needs something,” he sighed, “And this war is far from won. It’s a lot for one man.”

You slowly pulled off his shirt now and he turned to look at you. As you listened you let you hands roam his chest a little. “Then do not carry it a lot,” you whispered, kissing him softly, and you could tell he needed it. “I can’t help you in matters of war or state. So you tend to the country, and I’ll tend to you.”