#kent reader

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Floating down onto the fire escape, you sigh at the sight of the main light being on. The only flaw in your (secret) relationship with Jason being that he was a big light type of guy.

Every time you came over that changed though. It was a mission you were on, to slowly change that habit of his. So, after you slowly open the window and sneak in, your first course of action is to fly toward the light switch.

After shutting it off, you head over to the lamp next to his bookshelf and turn it on. The environment change was instant. The big light on his roof always made it feel like you were in some sterile hospital, but when the warm light was casted through the beige lampshade, his apartment felt like home.

That’s where the difference in how you both grew up came into play. He grew up in the prison that was called the Batcave, and you grew up in a cozy metropolis apartment with summers in Kansas.

While you didn’t necessarily inherit X-ray vision from your father, you did inherit super hearing. Which is how you knew Jason was in the shower. You could hear the water droplets ricocheting off his skin, and the soft humming coming from him as Billy Joel played from the CD player in his room.

You smiled at the sound. Jason was so much softer than the world gave him credit for. He wasn’t this violent crime lord that he’d tried to convince Gotham he was. Jason Todd was a guy who reads classic literature and left notes for you in between pages. He was the guy who bought your favorite candles so he could have a piece of you when you were cities apart. Jason was a guy who secretly hummed to Billy Joel in the shower because on your first date, “She’s Always a Woman” played in the diner as you laughed, and he took it as a sign that you were his future.

Jason Todd was not the broken boy he thought he was, he was a romantic.

Walking toward the coffee table you pick up the candle to see what he’d moved on too. Vanilla and Cinnamon was the choice for the week and you smiled while reading the label. Setting it back on the counter you squint for a second before lighting it with your heat vision.

You knew tonight had been a particularly rough patrol from when he called you earlier. So, you packed a night bag and flew over. He had most of the products you liked here already, but you couldn’t sleep without your blanket. Dropping the bag on the couch, you head to the small kitchen a few steps away.

While waiting for him to finish his shower, you made some hot chocolate. In the kitchen, you navigate it with a practiced ease of countless nights you both spent here. Times with his arms around your waist or vice versa. The memories spark a smile on your face. When you open both packets, you pour some of the chocolate powder from your packet into his. He tried to hide it, but he had a sweet tooth that rivaled your father’s, and well who was going to stop you from spoiling him.

After topping it with whip cream and marshmallows, you hear the water finally shut off. It’s only another minute before you hear the padding of his feet against the floor and he appears in the doorframe and- wow.

It didn’t matter how many times you had seen Jason shirtless, heat went straight to between your legs every time. His hair was half dry plastered on his forehead, still dripping slightly. He had nothing except a white towel wrapped around his waist. His torso was still damp with some droplets of water tracing every muscle from his shoulders to his chest, down to his v-line. He looked like your favorite desert, a glazed donut.

Tonight’s going to be fun.

His eyes find yours and your stomach does a flip. He was smiling at you so wide that those famous dimples made a show-stopping appearance.

“I thought I heard you come in.”

You scoff with a laugh following. “Your dumbass hasn’t seen me in two weeks and that’s the first thing you have to say to me.”

He snorts while you walk around the kitchen island to meet him halfway. You’re leaning back against it with your hands gripping the edge of the counter and a raised eyebrow, while he’s towering over you.

“You know I missed you pretty girl.” He whispers huskily.

“Doesn’t sound like it,” you sass him and he sighs. Your last name may have been Kent, but you were a Lane through and through.

He leans down and leaves you a feather light kiss. A mere brush of lips as a tempting preview of what was awaiting for you tonight.

He pulls away and finally smells it, glancing past you. With an innocent look in his eyes he turns to you and asks softly, “You made hot cocoa?”

“Yeah," you answer with a shrug. "I thought you could use it. I know you’ve had a rough week.”

He always tried to act like he didn’t need anyone- that he was self-sufficient, and he was. He took care of himself when he should’ve had parents worrying about him. He always made sure everyone was okay before even thinking how he was doing. There was a beauty and a certain type of grief in that. You never wanted to overwhelm him with it, but you always made small efforts to take care of him. You had to ease it in for him with little things, like scratching his back or washing his hair. Then you could move to buying him take out some nights to make sure he’d eat or staying with him despite not wanting to talk. And sometimes, it was something as simple as making cocoa.

These were the times when he was unguarded, when the love you had for each other was about to burst from his chest.

“I love you,” he kisses your forehead. “So much”, he murmurs against it.

Your hands leave where they were propping you up against the countertop to around his neck, holding you against him. “I love you too, Jason.”

Just for a flicker of time, everything fades away while holding each other. No crazy doctors, no war criminals, no army generals from other planets. It was just the two of you holding each other in the kitchen of his apartment. The smell of his shampoo and the feeling of your heart beating against his, quieting every haunted thought of Gotham. Tonight you were just a Super and a Bat learning to love each other.

Who would’ve thought?

When you both pull away, your hands leave his neck and trace his torso, like you’ve done a million times before. He was so warm, and you were so cold- it must’ve been a Kryptonian thing. When your hand lays flat against his abs, a shiver runs down his spine.

You raise an eyebrow in amusement, and he raises his with a challenge.

“Someone’s eager.” He murmurs with a smirk.

You hum back in acknowledgement while your hand slides lower, watching the red spread across his face. “Maybe I am, but you’re not getting any until you drink your hot chocolate.” He snickers. “I don’t know why you’re laughing, it’s called Hot Chocolate- not cold. So, you’re going to drink it while it’s still hot.

He shakes his head, his laugh still echoing in your head. “There come in those Lane genes again,” he pushes your hair behind your ears and then salutes. “Right on boss.”

Your mouth drops in mock betrayal and then you push him off you. There was a valiant effort in making sure not to push him too hard; a mistake you’d made once and accidentally sent him flying into the wall.

He had to come up with some excuse on why he was in an arm sling for a week to the bats.

You don’t make it very far before he grabs your arm.  

“Come ‘ere” he laughs and pulls you back into him. “I’m only joking y’know that.”

You refuse to hold him. Keeping your arms at your sides, and looking everywhere but his face.

His hand rests on your jaw and turns it back, so you’ll meet his eyes again. “Baby,” he starts earnestly. “You know I love it when you boss me around, I’d be your minion forever if you asked me too.”

“Oh, you better like it Todd.” He smiles at your use of his last name, realizing he wasn’t actually on the shit list tonight.

“I do.” He drops a kiss to your nose and smirks. “You gonna tell me what to do tonight.”

Your cheeks are dusted with a faint pink at the innuendo but you don’t let it throw you off. “Yeah I am.”

“Really?” He’s amused, but you can see the lust pooling in his green eyes when your hand lands on his shoulder again. “What’re you gonna have me do?’

“Oh, I have a few ideas Boy Wonder.” The smirk on your face grows as your hand falls down his torso and teases where his waist meets the towel.

His eyes darken before four figures burst through Jason’s window.

He jumps in front of you, and you instantly shoot into the air behind him ready to laser them down- when you recognize them.

The Bats.

All color drains from your face instantly.

It’s silent for a beat then they read the situation.

The shouting commences.

“What the fuck is wrong with you guys?”

“The alarm was tripped-”

“You weren’t answering-”

“You’re with KENT?”

Slowly, you lower yourself back to the floor behind Jason and take solace in being blocked by his large frame for a moment. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

All of Jason’s brothers were here, with the Big Bat himself- he was actually the only one who hadn’t said anything besides telling Oracle that they didn’t need back up. You didn’t even want to think or consider who back up was, this audience was mortifying enough.

After bracing yourself for a moment you step around Jason to be next to him in the midst of the yelling.

You can’t see it through the cowl, but you can feel the way Bruce’s eyes are on you through the white slits of his eyes.

Truly being your father’s daughter, you raise your hand awkwardly as they all turn to you and wave with a simple “Heyyyy”

It didn’t help as much as you were hoping for it too, because now they all just stared at you dumbfounded.

Them the questions started.

“How long have you guys been dating?”

“Are you guys actually together?”

“Why’d you keep it a secret?”

You open your mouth to try and answer and then purse your lips. Turning to Jason for any help, but he hasn’t taken his eyes off his brothers. It was then that you remembered that Jason was in fact still in a towel, and they’d caught you in that moment.

If any deity was listening to you, you hoped that they would grant you a Gotham emergency that would pull the Bats away.

Then the worst happens, Bruce starts talking and drops a bomb of a question.

“Do your parents know you’re here?”

Your mouth drops and Jason scoffs. “Are you fucking kidding me, B?”

You swallow before answering. “We’re both legal adults, you know that right?”

“Doesn’t answer my question.” Was all he was willing to offer while insisting.

A beat of silence with an echo of Billy Joel still playing from the bedroom, and then.

“My mom knows I’m here.”

That answer opened Pandora’s box and Bruce’s eyes widened under the cowl, you were willing to bet hundreds that his eyebrow shot up too.

“And where does Clark think you are?”

You felt sixteen all over again. Here in this interrogation from Batman- who just so happened to be your boyfriend’s pseudo-father figure-, you were debating if the interrogations from your mom were really all that bad.

You cross your arms and your eyes flicker to Tim for a second. You knew where this was about to go. Letting out a deep breath, your eyes go back to Bruce before answering. “He thinks I’m staying with Conner at the farm.”

By the way his posture straightens, you can tell Tim is now a lot more interested in the conversation. Bruce beats him in asking the next question. “Okay, and where do Conner and the Kent’s think you are?”

“B, leave her alone.” Jason says, voice hard taking a small step forward. “Stop interrogating her. She's not some fucking supervillain, she's my girlfriend that you've met and had actual conversations with before.”

At his small outburst, your hand falls on his bicep to try and get his attention. His eyes don't leave Bruce's. You squeeze his arm a tiny bit, so he looks at you and sees the truth in your eyes. “Jason, really- it’s okay.”

He holds your gaze for a minute before huffing out an annoyed breath. You notice he's starting to get antsy and his tongue is pointing at his cheek to avoid another retort at his family. Turn back to Bruce, you swallow before admitting.

“Conner, Ma, and Pa know I’m here.”

“WHAT?!”

Dick Grayson was staring at you in shock, then back at Jason with betrayal on his face. “The Kent’s knew before we did?”

Jason’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise that he’s asking that question. Waving his arm around as if putting each of them and their reactions on display, he answers with his own question. “And why do you think that is genius?”

That shut him up real fast.

Bruce seemed to still be processing the fact that the Kent’s knew, when you chip in.

“If it makes you feel any better,” you’re directing the comfort to Dick, and he turns to you at the sound of your voice. “They’re the only ones that know, Jon and my dad still don’t know anything.”

“Are you sure that Jon is not aware that you two are involved?” Damian asked from his father’s side.

“Yes,” you answered, giving him a pointed look. Besides Jason, he was the one you were the most familiar with. You couldn’t even begin to count how many play dates you had supervised with both of them over the years. “And it’s going to stay that way, because the moment Jon finds out, he’s going to run and tell my dad.”

Jonathan Samuel Kent had many virtues, keeping a secret was not one of them.

Damian huffed at that, not being able to dispute it knowing you were right.

“That doesn’t make sense though.” Tim started. “Kon also sucks at keeping secrets and he hasn’t told me anything.”

“Yeah well Kon sucks at keeping secrets until I got dirt over him.”

Bruce’s interest peeks again. “What possible leverage could you have over Superboy?”

Making sure to pointedly avoid Tim’s gaze to not give them away, you answer. “Well, I’m not the only Kent hiding a relationship.”

As expected, the boy with Red in his vigilante name, flushes almost instantly to the color before it drains from his face. He now remembers what you weren’t blessed to forget. That one time you spent the weekend at the farm in Smallville and unknowingly walked into the barn to the both of them having… relations.

“Who-” Dick tries to ask, and Jason puts his hand up.

“Okay that’s enough from you guys.” You suspected there was only a certain amount of time left before Jason began to get tired of them, and they just hit that mark. “You’re going to leave my apartment, and not speak about this to anyone," then he motions between the both of you. "We’re going to go back to our date, and we can talk about this more another time, okay?”

You bit the inside of your cheeks to hide the laugh. You did notice earlier that he kept retying the towel around his waist to try and hide the arousal from before his family cockblocked him.

Damian and Tim scrunched their faces in disgust, remembering what they walked into. Dick seemed to grow a wickedly mischievous grin as if he’d just been handed a whole book worth of material to tease Jason with. The three boys left before Bruce, who kept a stoic face during the whole interaction. Then right before he climbs out the shattered window he turns back to you both.

“For the record, I am happy for you two.” A breath and then, “I’ll pay for them to fix the window tomorrow.”

Jason mumbles a thanks and you wish them good night.

You two turn to each other and in the ridiculousness of the situation, you laugh. Full on bending over, clutching your stomach while cackling. At the sight, Jason feels like he can breathe again and laughs with you.

He was terrified of you meeting his family, knowing they were going to be crazy and intense about it, but you did it. You finally got it over with, and you both came out relatively unscathed- with the exception of his windows.  

When you finally stand at your full height again, you meet his eyes. He’s looking at you like you’re a god he’d worship forever.

“I’m sorry the hot chocolate got cold.” He says while taking a quick peek at the sad mugs before turning back to you.

You smile and shake your head. “It’s okay, Jason- your super hot Kryptonian girlfriend has heat vision, remember?”

With that he kisses you again, picking back up where you both left off before getting interrupted.

Both his hands are holding your face, and the kiss is deep enough that you feel it in your stomach. Then his hands move down to your waist and he picks you up. Your legs wrap around his waist as if it was a natural reaction while letting out a startled laugh as he starts in the direction of the bedroom.

When he shuts the door behind him and drops you on the bed, your eyes darken. Looking up at him from your spot, you lick your lips when he drops the towel.

What’s a couple more minutes anyway?

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