#v rambles

I MDNI 18+

Jason prides himself in knowing he managed to snag the heart of the sweetest girl in Gotham. You’re always so soft with him, so kind. When he sneaks into your place early in the morning and wakes you from your sleep, you don’t scold him for it. Instead, you blink away the sandstorm behind your eyes and tend to the new bruise forming alongside his jaw. You ask no questions, you never push him for answers- and you’ll never know how much he appreciates it. Appreciates you.

Before he found you, Jason rarely slept a full night if he could help it. Too anxious, too angry, he rarely woke feeling well rested anyway- so what was the point. But your hands, soft and understanding, handle him in a way that has his eyes fluttering against his will, and sleep finds him easily. You’ve been nothing but patient with him the entirety of your relationship. His sweet girl. So, in his own ways of many, he does what he can to return the favour.

You’ve learned early on that Jason has a scarily accurate way of knowing when you’re upset. Call it sixth sense, call it boyfriend intuition, maybe it’s his really good people-reading skills. You just don’t know how he does it. Some nights when you’re frustrated because you can’t sleep, you lay on your back and weep softly- careful to not disturb him. But it’s no use. When he wakes, he’ll take you in his arms, tuck your head under his chin and rock you gently. Back and forth, quieting your cries until you’re finally lulled to sleep. He just knows his baby. He knows what you need even before you do, he loves quietly like this.

But there are nights when you need to not think. Nights when your thoughts are little mean, telling you things that aren’t true. And maybe you start to believe them a little bit. So when you push through the front door of your apartment, he’s already there- standing big and strong in your kitchen. Waiting like he knew, because he did. In these moments, he doesn’t have to ask. To anyone else, you look like you just had a long day- but he knows you. He knows his sweet girl. So he takes one look at you and knows exactly what to do.

Which is how you find yourself like this, splayed out beneath this 6 foot brute of a man. Completely surrounded by him. Large hands moving up your hips to gently push you further into the mattress as he lays his full weight on top of you- he’s everywhere. Usually, you’d feel overwhelmed but this is exactly what you needed. And he begins to move, the slow drag of his cock already has you burying your face into the pillow, tears prickling your eyes. It’s so good, so so good. You’re so full and he’s panting in your ear, “yeah baby, I know.. I know- it’s good, huh?”

At some point, it becomes a bit too much. He can’t help it, just wants you feeling good again. He’s fucked you through your third orgasm before you’re reaching a hand back to push at his abdomen, wordlessly pleading “too deep, please”. You need to catch your breath, but as much as he is soft and compliant for you, Jason knows you need this. And a selfish part of him needs you too. So he gets a bit mean when he’s whispering, “I know it’s deep, hun. Let me fuck you, just like that.” And “No, baby. You can take it.” You know it’s no use putting up a fight, once he sets his mind on something- he won’t stop until he’s satisfied. He gets this tunnel like vision in moments like these. All he can see is you, you, you. So instead, you reach back around to play with the soft wisps of hair at the back of his neck.

Fingers lightly scratching at his scalp, he buries his face in your neck and purrs. Cold nose pressed to the underside of your jaw- such a contrast to how he’s fucking you. But it’s all worth it when you turn your head and press a soft kiss to the inside of his wrist. His sweet girl.

"It's me." He coos as he smoothes your hair. "Just let me in baby."

Too fuzzy from sleep, you push your ass back and allow the rest of him to slip in. Your let out soft whines and moans as he works you open. His own noises are bordering feral. He tries to keep his volume down but his growling is slowly getting louder and louder.

"Dad.." You whine softly. His hips shutter, releasing all of his warm love inside of you. You both lay there panting. He holds you firm against him, whispering soft praises.

It’s you!

Somehow, you made it out practically unscathed but by the grotesque way your car is bent and wrangled, no one would have guessed at first sight. The fear paralyzes him when he arrives, he knows he’s moving but he feels stagnant. The seconds it takes him to reach you feels like a millennia, he can’t get there fast enough. And the uncertainty of your condition is unlike any fear he’s ever known- he thinks he’ll just about die a second time.

But the relief that washes over him from seeing you alive shakes him so violently, his body reacts before he fully digests the sight. The sight of you wrapped delicately in the back of an ambulance, his girl. Safe, unharmed.

His body fights to crawl to you, to smother you in his worries until you’re sick of him. But the sobs that pierce through him are so unforgiving, he can’t move. You hear him before you see him. You’ve heard his cries before. Nights spent locked behind closed doors- the soft sound of choked sobs bleeding from just under. That sick habit of hiding himself away, not wanting to be seen. Or the quiet sniffles towards the end of a movie with no happy ending. Quick to wipe his tears before the lights come up. But this is different. He doesn’t have it within himself to hide away. His biggest fear almost came true tonight- the grief of almost losing you ruins him completely. Jason knows he should pull himself together. He knows he needs to be strong for you but tonight, he’s inconsolable.

Just short of a few feet away, grasping at anything around him, stands your sweet boy. Clutching his chest, trying to ground himself. Jay doesn’t know what to do in this moment. He’s more shaken up than you are. But the relief of being given a second chance is what gets him.

From the day Jason was left for dead, he decided miracles weren’t for him. Rarely had he been shown grace, and what kindness was extended to him was just as quickly ripped away. He’d become compliant to the seclusion that found its way into his life. Isolated behind closed doors and shadows, thinking he’s doing everyone a favor. But the ease at which you made your way into his life had thrown him off course. Patient and kind, honeyed words melting him to mush- he stood no chance against you. Before he knew it, he found home within his very own miracle.