Better Than You
Evil boyfriend inspired angst. I know I know, leave him girl. But alas, the bird in me is deeply ingrained. Plus, writing inspiration! I hope yall enjoy! Feel free to leave a request and lmk if you want to be added to the taglist. Also I did not read this for spelling errors so sorry about that.
words ~ 1.3k
tags ~ angst, cheating, micro cheating, Jason Todd, Artemis (the superhero lady idk??), sad, self harmed implied and referenced I guess?
Jason was nearly the perfect boyfriend.
He cared about you, he called you pretty, he took you out on dates, he kissed you like he meant it, and he told you he loved you any chance he got.
Everything was pretty much perfect.
Even most of your old problems had slowly resolved themselves the longer the two of you were together. He’d stopped patrolling as much, he’d started being more careful for sake, he’d dropped the habit of texting other women when the commitment started to feel too serious, he’d completely cut off his problematic exes.
The relationship felt like it was starting to slip into the possibility of forever.
Sure, you’d had some problems in the past, an ex that couldn’t take the message that he was taken, a few girls who tried to push their luck, but you’d moved on.
He’d always offered it to you that if you were feeling insecure or worried, you could go through his phone. You never had before because despite your issues, you wanted to trust him. You wanted to believe that he loved you and he only wanted you. Sure, you had your doubts. You had deeply rooted insecurities that controlled your brain, the fear that you would never measure up to the girls before you, but he had promised- promised that he loved you and only you. He’d sworn that he was over Artemis and she was nothing to him anymore.
Today, the two of you were having a lazy day.
You’d spent all morning in bed, snuggled up and watching movies or talking, just enjoying each other’s presence. It was almost two in the afternoon when Jason got a call from Bruce telling him to come pick some stuff up from the Batcave.
“Okay baby, I need to go grab my helmet from the Batcave. I got shot in the face and it cracked so Tim fixed it for me yesterday. I need it so I can patrol tonight.” He kissed your temple and started to untangle himself from you. “I’m gonna leave my phone here so it can charge.”
He started to slip his boots on, half hopping around one leg to try and pull it over his heel. “I’ll only be gone for like half an hour.”Â
You glanced towards his phone on the bedside table and he laughed a little. “You can look through it if you want, the password is 0861.” He leaned down and kissed your mouth softly. “I love you, baby doll. I’ll be back in half an hour.”
He smiled and walked out, sending one last wink in your direction and a crooked little smirk.
At first, you didn’t want to look at his phone. You didn’t need to because there were only two possibilities. Either you would find nothing and then you’d feel stupid and insecure for no reason. Or you’d find something that would hurt your feelings and your relationship. For twenty-five minutes you watched TV, trying anything to distract yourself from the urge to be nosy. You didn’t need to know what he was doing on his phone, you trusted him and he loved you.
But maybe just a little peek…?
After all, he’d literally told you that you could go through his phone, he’d offered it up to you. He’d even told you his password, for crying out loud.
You gently picked up his phone from the bedside table, careful to not unplug it. You typed in his password and then glanced over his homescreen when the phone opened. He had tons of apps, just random stuff, nothing that caught your attention. You thought about opening his messages but that would take lots of time to go through and you figured you had five minutes at best. You swiped up and searched snapchat. He had a whole bunch of snaps from people, most of them had been on delivered for weeks. Only one person had him on delivered, Artemis. You swiped into their chats and it didn’t look like they’d really been talking.
Okay good, you thought. They could be friends as long as they didn’t talk a lot and it wasn’t weird.
You sighed, feeling stupid, exactly like you’d predicted. He was a good boyfriend, he loved you.
You clicked on their friendship profile and went to their saved in chat snaps. You expected a few goofy snaps, maybe some homework stuff from school, nothing serious.
What you saw made your heart drop out of your chest.
Artemis in a tank top and panties, turned to the side in dark lightning with her camera pointed at the mirror. Same lighting, same pose, varying shades of undress. Sometimes it was a sweatshirt and sweatpants. Sometimes it was a bra and shorts so short you could see the cup of her asscheeks. Dozens of photos, all saved by him, all of her in the mirror. God she was stunning. Thinner than you, bigger boobs, better ass. The most recent photo saved was from two days ago. You barely went through ten photos when you turned off his phone and set it down again. You really should not have even looked. You were sick to your stomach, your eyes burned a little, suddenly your hands couldn’t be still.
“Hey baby, how’s it going?” Jason announced his presence, pushing in the door to your bedroom and tossing his helmet onto the floor. “Tim fixed it perfectly, I’m proud of the dork.”
When all you did was stare at the wall like you’d just discovered someone died, his smile faded.
“Honey, are you okay?”
You blinked and turned to look at him, a haunted look on your face.
“Why do you have half naked photos of Artemis saved on your phone?” you asked, voice weak and shaky.
His eyebrows pinched together and he snatched his phone up, quickly swiping to her profile. Then his face dropped. “Oh fuck- baby listen- I didn’t even know that-”
You hiccuped and then you couldn’t stop the tears, pouring out hot and fast down your cheeks. Your breath was catching in your throat and all you could think about was the fact that he was saving photos of her body and he thought she was hot and you were never good enough for him.
His face dropped and he hurried over to your side.
“Honey, listen- I am so sorry, sweetheart. I swear it was by accident, I didn’t even realize they were saved. I go through the snaps so fast that sometimes I accidentally save things. I promise you baby, on my life, I didn’t mean to. She’s kind of a bitch, you’re so perfect. You deserve better than me, babe, but I swear. I am so sorry.”
You pushed him away weakly, still choking on tears. “That’s a bad fucking lie too,” you hiccuped, trying to smack his arms away. “She’s your fucking ex that you’ve been obsessed with for years and you’re accidentally saving her ass pics?!”
“I’ll block her right now,” he offered, catching your hands mid way through an attempt to smack him. “I’ll never talk to her again.” He thrust his phone at you. “You can get rid of her! You can go through everything! Come on baby, you know how much I love you.”
You turned away from him, trying to wipe away your tears and failing. “I’m so mad at you.”
“I know, baby. I know. I deserve it. But please believe me when I tell you that I love you. I want to put a ring on your finger some day. I think about you from the moment I wake up to the moment I fall asleep. I adore you. You’re it for me, I swear. Just please, sweetheart- please believe me-”
“Jason, just please go sleep on the couch tonight. I can’t do this right now.”
He sighed weakly and nodded, gently squeezing your shoulder. “Okay, pretty girl. I get it. Just please-” he glanced at you, his eyes catching on the scars on your thighs and wrists. “Don’t do anything stupid, okay? I love you, just talk to me if you need anything.”
You refused to look at him again and he sighed. “Goodnight, baby. I’m sorry.”
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