hey! no clue if you’ll like this idea but thought i’d give it a shot. i was reading one of my favorite books the other day and there was a quote that reminded me of a dynamic/idea that i’d love to see with Jason. since i have no clue what the dynamic is called i’ll just show you part of the quote to give you the general idea (obvs have however many liberties you want. i just don’t know the name for it).
(“I want you to stay. I want you to… I want you.”
“And how will you have me?. Fully clothed, gloves on, your head turned away so our lips can never touch?”)
i can imagine it would be pretty angsty and angry.
Ooh I love this. Have a mini-fic.
(I’m going with Arkham knight jason because that’s the sandbox i’m playing in right now.)
“Take off the helmet,” she said.
The glowing front panel looked down at her, the LEDs of its display unchanging in their cycle.
Just outside the room the heavy boots of the militia thudded against the metal floors. The light flickered beneath the door as they moved back and forward.
They stood barely a foot apart in the semi-dark, at the foot of her bed. Her breathing seemed so loud. The helmet silenced his entirely.
He didn’t move. She could read so much from his body normally, the rage driving him when he marched, the focus in his steady hands when he took apart his weapons, the refusal to bend in his broad, tense shoulders. Then he looked at her, and she saw nothing. Only a blank mask, and a body that faced her but would never close the distance.
“I get it.” She turned towards the door.
He caught her arm. Her breath hitched. His hold was gentle, as soft as a plated gauntlet could be.
“You don’t.” His modulator was quiet, but harsh. It couldn’t be anything else. “I want you to stay. I want you to… I want you.”
She turned back. He was closer now. For a moment she felt the desperation to reach to her in his hold, in the tightening of his fingers, an urgency and need straining against a refusal to step closer.
She let out a shaky breath and looked up at him. Her hand rose to gently cup his jaw through the helmet. She hoped he could see the need in her eyes. The understanding she would extend if only he trusted her enough to try. How much she yearned for him.
The unblinking display looked back.
"You want me like this?" she whispered, desperation warring with rising anger. "Fully clothed, gloves on, your head turned away so our lips can never touch?”
She closed her eyes, then walked away.
