#hers<3

That includes being punctual. You're getting off work or school at 5 PM? He's already there by 4:45 tops, leaning on his bike, two helmets on the seat, parked at the curb, waiting for his pretty girl. Doesn't matter what time it is—he's there, outside.

Honestly, it makes you squirm, god, he looks so hot, waiting for you, not letting you go anywhere alone without making sure you got there safe and secure. Since you started dating him, you've never ridden a bus, taxi, or any public transportation unless he's there with you. He's making you soft and more feminine, and it's sending you to utter heaven.

He might come off as cold to other people, but not to you. Never to you.

What makes you squirm even more is when he's waiting for you at night. There's nothing unusual, but his outfit—you secretly wish for it all the time. Don't get it wrong, he looks good in every outfit he wears, but his black shirt?

There's something different when he's wearing just a plain black shirt. It hugs his physique, his biceps pushing the fabric a little tighter around his arms, chest too, and god, his back. You could see the ridges of his muscles against the dark fabric. Don't even get me started when he grips the handlebar of the bike, his arm flexing unconsciously. And you're already ovulating a little too early in your cycle.

Salivating.

Immediately, you're salivating. But you just secretly watch him, secretly admiring him because you try to savor it on your own. Your gazes last longer than usual, glued to his body.

Not too fast.

As the red light shines on the highway and he has time to look at you, he catches your gaze on his shirt, on his body. You're too entranced to even notice him watching you in the rearview mirror.

He smirks under the dark helmet.

im not just talking about walking you home or taking you safely to any destination. He know your schedule every damn day, in every second, in every minute, with your knowledge of course, he wants you to understand that he is your boyfriend, and that's his job to protect you, but that doesn't mean he wants to control you, just letting you know that he'll jump off a building for you, just your word is all he needed.

he's jason todd, he doesn't settle for less., especially when it comes to your safety.

talking about tracking device, not just on your phone, he's not taking any chances, he's putting it everywhere, making a device inside a pendant, that small unnoticeable earrings, even around the band of your rings, panic button disguise as a cutesy little keychain, or even a pink little wrist watch, to monitor your pulse, all those devices connected to him, monitoring you when he's away and he'll be damned if something happens to you.

"this is a very cute keychain jay," you beamed, looking at him as he hand you a new design of keychain he made using 3d printer.

"yeah, it got a tracker, just in case," he said looking at you, "call me immediately if something came up, you can press it, it's a panic button too."

you bite a smile, "you're the best"

well, you're in Gotham and he's not risking even a little bit, so you can't blame him either.

"if you see something unusual, walk the other way, got it?" he said with that slight commanding voice that he used everytime he's talking about danger or Gotham or both, to you.

you look up to him. "yeah, got it"

"don't hesitate to call me or press that button, don't try to fight, just run if you can," he said even if the idea of you running from danger spins his head and taste bitter in his mouth, but it's the reality, despite how much he wants you to be in safety, there are circumstances that you might get involved.

"what if i don't have a choice but to fight babe?" you asked, curiously.

which he's well aware of, but he doesn't want to worry you.

he turn his back to the stainless steel table at the side and grab something and take it to you.

"this is a switch blade," he said, despite his initial disagreement of giving it to you, not that he doesn't trust you but because he would prefer you not getting hurt in the process, "it looks like a pen but when you click this," he demonstrate, clicking the button at the top, then the knife no longer than 5 cm glints under the florescent light, "it won't kill a man but it can nip a skin that would give you enough time to," he paused, "if it ever happened which won't ever," he added emphasizing his words, "will give you enough time to run," he added, watching your reaction, "press the same button, the blade goes back in."

"that's so cool," you smile, wanting to try it now, but he pulled his arm away before you could get the weapon.

"i want you to understand that this is not something you can just play around, doll," he frowned, unimpressed of your smile.

"yeah I know babe," you said, looking up to him. "I just wanna try it'

"you won't use it unless, unless, you really really need it," he said, firmly, "this is your last resort, you have every means of reaching me before you use this," he added, "are we clear?"

you nodded again.

"use your words"

"i promise, i won't use it unless i really really need it," you repeated, taking his words to heart.

he sighs and hand you the cute weapon, it's in pink, with glitter details around the rim of the button. "just be careful around it," he said, never looking away from you.

you smile softly, "i promise, i do, I'll call you first."

he sighs, at least you and him are in the same page, "okay," he said, reluctant to give the weapon to you, "you have to press it with a bit pressure so the blade comes out," he explained, while you hold the ball pen around your hand, "so it won't be an accident, when you bury it in your bag" he added.

"does it comes with other colors too?" you asked, looking at the table.

he shook his head, "no, just one, I only made that for you," he said.