The Ones Without Packs

One shots:

Happy Mothers Day! — Bruce Wayne/Batmom!Reader

Makeup Time! — Dick Grayson/Reader

Blurbs:

Another Dream — Jason Todd/Reader

What you mean eyelashes? — Jason Todd/Reader

Vent:

Mi Pequeña Venecia

Hope you enjoy ♥️

tugging on the drawstrings of his sweatpants while he moans lowly into your mouth. he shuts the door with one arm while the other holds you up against him. he knows you don’t like to touch communal spaces, no matter how clean your gym may be. so jason holds you up against him, pulling your weight back into him over and over. moving your hips until you’re grinding back against him while his hands on your hips keep you firmly planted there. though he second guesses himself still and he watches you intensely.

“are you sure you’re good ma? we can go home.”

you shake your head vigorously, tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck to bring his mouth closer to yours. “i’m not waiting jay.”

when you fucked like this, it was an out of body experience.

mostly because jason held your weight and his own like no problem and there was nothing to dwell on but how it felt. he places a large palm over your mouth when he guides his length through your soaked folds. dragging it up and teasing before pushing inside like he belonged. he let you moan into his hand and watched your eyes roll back in your skull. he shushes you by your ear.

“i know baby, i know.” groaning out quietly as he prods to fit himself in. “fuck— you’re so tight.”

tears prickling at your eyes already, you shake your head slowly while his hips make slow circling movements. “it’s cause you’re so big.”

jason smiles wide, hips thrusting a little meaner as he watches you try grind back against him, but still not to the hilt yet. “yeah? i’m big? but you like that shit don’t you?”

you’re nodding through the haze of pleasure, nails gripping his back as he continue fucking you through it slowly. not even fully inside, giving half just to pull it away. like being manhandled in the gentlest way possible. his strength unmatched and his body intentional, grinding his hips back into you over and over just feeding a few inches before taking it away. waiting to see you whisper in his ear that you need more, desperation evident.

then he waits until he sees the tears by your eyes start to dissipate before he gives you anymore. feeding another inch inside, his eyes drop to watch him split you open. though even after taking him before this, you weren’t used to his size.

“jay, it’s too much.” you gasp out, the feeling overwhelming. “it won’t fit.” too much and not enough at the same time.

“you’ve done this before ma.” jason tsks, “and said you could handle it. so you can take it hmm?”

his voice deliciously sensual already. you cave immediately. your lip trembles and you nod to let him continue. immediately you moan out loud enough for someone to hear and jason clasps his palm right over your mouth again. but he doesn’t coo you through it, his eyes stay piercing yours while his rhythm picks up and he pushes himself deeper. choking on his own spit at how you felt around him, his hold on you remained tight. he stays buried for a minute to stare at you, watch you catch your breath and adjust to his size.

“can you move please?” you’ll ask breathlessly and he’ll shake his head.

“remember what i said baby. deep breaths.” mimicking what he meant, he watches you. breathing deep and letting it out harshly. when you copy him he smiles. “there you go ma.”

then he shifts his hips again and you lose your train of thought. more intense than it usually is, every movement he makes feels like it drags through you. like you’re pulsating around him and he purposefully continues. but his hands still on your mouth when he realizes that you’re close and he pushes further like he could reach the depths of you. kissing your cervix effortlessly while he turns your head to bite at his shoulder. cause it only felt like the good kind of pain, he’d say.

jason would feel his high approaching and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, reminding you how much he loves you like he wasn’t taking you apart without breaking a sweat, yet. his flush tip with the perfect curve, hitting sweet spots everytime. it was a good idea to make you bite down on something.

groaning into your hair, he lifts you sloppily up and down on him, creating the perfect friction. he almost whines when you clamp around him and whisper that you can’t hold on.

he pants by your ear and his voice is huskier than when he’s not like this. “gonna fuck you so full. take you again when we’re home.”

entirely feral just as you are for him, jason caves and sputters when you wrap your legs around him tighter. he’s just as gone as you and you’re practically begging him to follow through on his words. when you finally let go, that’s when he does too. shooting rope after rope and painting you deep from the inside. like the most beautiful and precious thing he’d ever held, he holds you through it.

his hips with a mind of his own, continuing to thrust up into even when your legs wobble around him. he keeps one arm around your waist, firm and stable while the other rests on the wall to keep him upright as he loses himself completely. still sloppily pushing back into you when you whimper and drop your head against his. that’s when he finally stills and pulls your hair gently, just enough to see your face again.

then he kisses you with all the sweetness the world has to offer. he deepens it as he eases you with both arms now, and keeps your legs around him so you don’t fall. letting lips trail down to your neck to leave gentle bites.

when the door gets knocked on hard, the voice that followed made both of your faces burn. suddenly it occurs to both of you that anyone could’ve heard you. roy’s voice is whisper yelling but you’re sure anyone could’ve heard him with how thin the walls are.

“please stop fucking so i can change outta my trunks. i’m chafing over here.”

It started small, it always did. Jason was a little more closed off, a little more tense. You didn't push him for an explanation, you never did, which only made him feel worse.

You knew that the Joker was part of it, having heard through both civilian and vigilante channels that he was more active lately, and far too close to your apartment for comfort. That led to Jason practically begging you to stay at the manor for a while.

And so you did, not pushing back because you knew it was just for his peace of mind.

You packed up Nessie and any essentials. It wasn't an especially hard adjustment, but came with its own struggles. Jason was being more protective, you were rarely without him during the day, and someone was always around during his patrol shifts.

His siblings tried not to be overbearing, but everyone was worried, and they wanted to be careful around you and Jason. Most of them really didn't know how to approach you, the circumstance surrounding the situation didn't exactly make for easy conversation.

You found things to do though, you still went to work, wanting to maintain some normalcy in the midst of all the struggles. Jason often accompanied you to your job at the local library, he'd sit in a corner, usually with a coffee, and read.

But during patrols, when Jason was gone, you'd either curl up on a couch in the main living room or do small tasks. You'd help Alfred when you could get away with it, but he was reluctant to accept help. You began to read more, crocheting when your hands weren't shaky with nerves or simply excess energy.

It went on for a couple weeks, and tonight was your sixteenth night at the manor. Jason had patrol so Cass was sitting with you, at Jason's request. You'd had a conversation with her, but it hadn't lasted very long. So you were now reading, though you were only half paying attention to the story. Jason had been gone a while, and you were starting to get anxious.

Then you heard raised voices, they were muffled slightly by distance, but you could tell that one of them was Jason. You stood instantly, setting the book to the side, and started moving towards the Cave entrance, entering the study and making your way through the entrance down to the cave, vaguely aware of Cass's soft footsteps behind you.

The closer that you go to the bottom of the stairs, the louder the voices got. You could definitively pick out Jason and Bruce's voices, and Dick trying to deescalate the argument, without much success.

"Jason." You called out softly as you reached the bottom of the steps, and he immediately quieted, and slowly turned towards you, moving to meet you halfway.

Jason was obviously distressed, he had removed his helmet, and the mask under it, but remained in the rest of his armor. His face was slightly flushed, a mix of anger and annoyance, and he looked close to actually breaking down from frustration.

Your hands hovered over his shoulders hesitantly, but only for a couple silent seconds before he buried his head in the space between your neck and shoulders, arms wrapping around you securely.

"You shouldn't be down here." He mumbled softly, but the others nearby could definitely still hear him.

"And you shouldn't be yelling." You replied gently, wrapping you arms around him. Even though you said the words to Jason, the pointed look you were giving Bruce from over Jason's shoulder spoke volumes

Then you heard a throat clearing to your side.

"Jason."

It was Dick, and, given his tone, he was worried. He didn't reach out to his little brother physically, but stood nearby, trying to be supportive.

"I'm not going out there again." Jason cut him off, his voice louder, more tense. "If B is going to kick me out of the field, and make me come to this fucking house, then I'm staying here, with them."

"I know, I don't expect you to." Dick sighed, taking a small step back, not wanting to push for the moment, and you could see his movement from out of the corner of your eye.

"Jason, I didn't pull you from patrol without reason." Bruce spoke up gently from across the cave, and you could see that his whole body was tense.

You made a face only vaguely directed at Bruce, a mix of an eye roll and slight acceptance, but you didn't say anything, letting Jason speak for himself for the moment.

"Kinda fucking seemed that way." Jason scoffed, pulling back slightly, kissing your temple, but keeping his arms around you, reluctantly looking over at Bruce.

"The Joker was present." Bruce stated simply, as if that was an explanation enough for his actions and orders.

You sucked in a harsh breath, but Jason just huffed in annoyance and frustration.

"I don't completely shut down at the sight of him, I can manage myself enough to not go catatonic immediately." He insisted, arms around you tightening. "And I have enough self control to not shoot his brains out on the spot."

"It still wouldn't be a good idea." Bruce responded, doubt creeping into his voice slightly, but he tried to hide it.

Bruce took a few steps toward Jason, every word and movement thick with thinly veiled tension.

"And everything that could go wrong was simply avoided by sending you home." He added after a moment, glancing over at you briefly when you made a small sound of annoyance.

"But I'm not home, in fact, the fucking Joker is closer to my home than I am." Jason retorted, snapping slightly, pulling you behind him as his adoptive father continued to move towards him. "Don't act like it wasn't because you don't trust me."

Bruce didn't refute the accusation, and, noticing Jason's stance around you, he paused his movements.

"Jason—" He started with a small sigh.

"Bruce." You cut him off firmly, already subtly guiding Jason towards the stairs slowly with gentleness. "Don't start a fight tonight. No one will get anything good out of it."

You paused slightly, glancing over at Jason's congregated siblings, gaze locking in on Dick, who had a small look of guilt creeping into his expression.

"What ever else is out there you and the others can handle for tonight." You said, addressing everyone in the Cave at large. "Without Jason."

Bruce said your name firmly, as if to try and stop you, and you felt Jason tense under your palms.

Jason stopped, you gave him another small push forward, as if to encourage him to continue up the stairs, but he didn't budge.

"Don't talk to her like that." Jason finally spoke up, watching his adoptive father carefully.

You turned to Bruce, expecting a fight, or for him to lecture you, but you instead found a tired frustration in his eyes. It was as if he was trying to nonverbally get you to understand why he'd done what he had.

"I'm not—" Bruce started with more thinly veiled frustration in his voice, but his tone had softened slightly.

"I know." You interrupted the two of them, sending Bruce a look that simply said to let it go for the night.

"Let's just talk tomorrow morning, when we all have clear heads." You continued, you saw Dick nod in agreement out of the corner of your eyes.

Bruce's shoulders relaxed slightly, he also nodded in acceptance.

"Thanks." You mumbled softly, giving him a small smile before you turned to face Jason, who was still watching Bruce intensely.

"Go Jason." You said softly to him, quietly enough that only he heard you. "He isn't upset at us. You can go upstairs."

Jason nodded slowly, gaze sliding from Bruce to you before he looked ahead of him, once again moving to the stairs, with you subtly leading him.

He was led easily, a small smile forming on his face as he followed you, letting you lead him all the way to his room before speaking.

"Thank you." He said softly as he pushed the door open for you, letting it close behind the two of you.

"Of course." You hummed as if it truly were that simple. "You needed out, and I'm not scared of him."

He huffed a small laugh as he started to shed his remaining armor, which you collected as he redressed.

"I'll bring this back down to the Cave, you get comfortable." You said giving his a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Ya sure you wanna?" He asked softly, watching you carefully. "You don't have to y'know."

"Yeah, I'm sure. It'll be fine." You said with a nod. "Now get comfortable, don't make me force you to."

"Yes ma'am." He said with a slight smile, the frustration and anger from earlier mostly forgotten in the moment.

You gave him another quick kiss, this time on the lips, before taking the armor and slipping out of the room.

You moved to the Cave quickly, wanting to get back to Jason as soon as possible, and as you reentered Alfred appeared beside you almost magically, taking the armor easily with a small nod of acknowledgement.

You smiled slightly, and turned to leave, not wanting to restart the argument, when you heard the sound of Dick clearing his throat to your left.

You turned, automatically stiffening out of instinct, even if you knew he wasn't one to fight, especially with you, and even more so about Jason.

"How is he?" He asked finally, obviously referring to his younger brother. "I know nights after the Joker can be rough—”

"He'll be fine." You reassured him, relaxing slightly. "Just needs some rest, and for someone to be there for him, and with him."

"Which you can do." Dick mumbled under his breath, mostly to himself, as reassurance.

"I can." You reaffirm with a small nod. "He's in good hands, trust me."

"I do." Dick responded easily, as if he wouldn't question that. "Just…let him know I'll take care of the Bowery and Park Row tonight, and for however long he needs me to."

"I will." You said with a small nod, ready to move back up the stairs when Dick spoke again.

"Tell him that if he needs out of Gotham for a while, no one would blame him, we can handle it." He paused before adding. "and that I'm just worried, and care about him."

You smiled slightly, nodding again, and moving to give Dick a quick hug.

"I'll let him know, thank you Dick." You said as you pulled back. "See you tomorrow, be safe."

"I will, see ya." He said with a small hum as he watched you go back up the stairs into the manor.

You walked back to Jason's room quickly, thinking over your conversation with Dick as you reached the door and pushed in softly.

Jason's eyes moved to you as you entered, he was sitting up on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, one single lamp illuminating the room.

"Hey." You hummed as you shed your cardigan and slid into bed next to him. "Dick said to let you know he's taking care of your territory tonight, and that if you need out of Gotham for a while they'll be fine."

"Of course he did." Jason huffed slightly. "He's good at that, being there for people."

You hummed in response, nodding slightly.

"You think you'll leave for a while?" You asked softly, looking up at him.

"No, not if you aren't coming with me, and I know that's a little difficult between your job and college." He said, shaking his head slightly, his eyes meeting yours.

You smiled slightly, leaning up to kiss him, relaxing in the moment before you pulled back.

"As much as I love and appreciate the sentiment, going somewhere else might be good for you." You hummed with a small smile. "And I'm sure I could get some time off, if it really matters that I'm there."

"It does." Jason insisted, causing you to laugh lightly. "But I'll think about it, if you really think it'd be good for me."

"I do." You confirmed with a nod. "but I also think rest would help, so sleep on it."

You reached over to click off the lamp, and Jason let you, pulling up the blankets slightly to help you both slip under them fully.

"Love you." He hummed softly, placing a kiss on your shoulder as his arms slipped around you, letting you relax into him more.

"I love you too." You said quietly as you felt his breathing slow and his body relax as he fell asleep almost remarkably quick, with you not far after him.

You were a bit tired, not physically, but mentally. Nothing had prepared you for what it meant to date Jason Todd. He was different with you, he treated you well and was affectionate, especially in more intimate moments where it was just the two of you.

You had fallen deeply in love with him and vice versa or, at least, that was what you thought, because lately Jason Todd, your boyfriend, wasn’t around in the apartment you shared, the one you bought together in the first months of your relationship. Most nights he wasn’t there. You understood it, he was Red Hood, he had things to do, but when he was there, his presence felt distant. He didn’t want to spend time with you anymore, you barely spoke, and things weren’t going well in bed either. You counted the days since the last time you slept together: eighteen…

You didn’t understand what had gone wrong between you two. Did he not want you anymore? If so, why wouldn’t he tell you? Maybe the problem wasn’t him, maybe it was you. Those thoughts were the worst. You always found yourself overthinking in the middle of the night because of them, long nights with no comfort and no one to call. Your other half no longer seemed to want anything to do with you.

On the nights Jason went on patrol, he came back around four in the morning. Sometimes, if there was a raid or something more serious, he wouldn’t return until midday. You used to wait eagerly for his arrival. When he appeared, you would always throw yourself at him, kissing his soft lips and wishing him good night. He would always hug you, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist, resting his forehead against your shoulder, craving every part of you.

Aside from that, Jason had always tried to be present in your life, adjusting his schedule so he could at least spend a few hours with you. You remember those glorious days as if they were long gone, but you weren’t going to let that be the end of it. You were willing to try to save your relationship, no matter the cost. You needed Jason back.

Today you woke up early, something you normally didn’t do. You looked at the opposite side of the bed. There lay Jason, sleeping as if it were his last day on Earth. You caressed his hair, and he let out a small grunt in response.

The clock read seven in the morning, the perfect time to get up, clean the house, and prepare breakfast. Maybe that would cheer him up a bit and make him pay attention to you.

After several hours, Jason finally decided to get up, just in time for breakfast. You had cooked his favorite cookies. Coffee was served, black, no sugar, with a bit of almond milk, Jason’s favorite.

You were still wearing pajama pants, but you had changed into a tighter shirt, no bra. The intention was clear.

As soon as he crossed the door, you greeted him enthusiastically. He didn’t look at you; instead, his eyes went straight to the cookies. A small smile slipped from his lips. You would have liked that smile to be for you and not for the food, but a win was a win, however small, right?

When he finally looked up at you, he greeted you without much enthusiasm. He didn’t notice the shirt or the shape of your beautiful breasts without a bra restricting them. He didn’t even give you a good morning kiss.

You both sat at the table. Jason’s chair let out a small creak when he dropped his weight onto it, showing how old and worn it was. “Damn chair, we need to replace it,” he muttered between his teeth.

You nodded without paying much attention to what he said. Instead, you were stirring your hopes in your coffee, dissatisfied. You sighed, remembering how the touch of his lips against your skin used to make you shiver and feel like you truly belonged somewhere, like you belonged to him. Those precious days felt like they were from another lifetime…

Did he not desire you anymore?

It seemed like passion had vanished, leaving behind a rigid stone wall that, no matter how much you tried to break it, you couldn’t even crack. Condemned to live a life longing for someone who no longer needed you.

Leaving your thoughts behind, you got up to shower and go to work.

At the large warehouse where you worked, the day passed slowly. Cigarettes didn’t help calm the small knot of anxiety that had begun forming in your chest just from thinking about Jason. You feared your boyfriend no longer loved you.

Maybe I am the problem, you kept repeating to yourself.

Writing your thoughts and feelings in your small notebook no longer helped; on the contrary, it made things worse.

When you returned to the apartment, the air felt cold, empty, and somehow no longer carried that comforting scent that used to make you feel safe.

Jason wasn’t home. He would probably arrive late again, damn patrols…

You opened the fridge door, but there were only depressing cans of tuna that Jason insisted on eating because they had more protein than those processed supermarket foods.

That night you didn’t eat dinner.

When you woke up the next day, you didn’t notice any trace of your boyfriend, but his pillow was gone.

When you went to the living room, you saw Jason’s body resting on the sofa.

You raised an eyebrow. So now you didn’t even sleep together anymore…

Determined, you approached him to wake him up. It was time to confront him and ask what the hell had been going on lately.

“Jason,” you murmured.

Seeing he didn’t wake up, you raised your voice slightly.

“Jason Todd.”

The man slowly opened his eyes, stretching his arms.

“Is something wrong?” he asked sleepily.

One of his eyebrows lifted slightly, a small gesture he always made.

You crossed your arms. “We need to talk.”

Hearing your serious tone, he straightened up and got off the sofa.

“Is it necessary?” he replied.

His eyes were red from lack of sleep.

“Jason, don’t you love me anymore?”

Boom, straight to the point.

Jason blinked, confused. His expression was unreadable. He didn’t know what to answer and his brain couldn’t find any excuse, maybe because he had just woken up and you were already throwing a bomb at him.

“It’s not that…” he said, scratching the back of his neck.

“Then what is it?”

“It’s nothing.”

Hurt, your eyes began to well up. “Well, from my point of view, it is. You don’t look at me, there are days you don’t speak to me, and we don’t sleep together anymore, among many other things.”

“I’ve been busy.”

Jason didn’t dare look you in the eyes, the bastard. He felt ashamed. Everything you said was true, but he couldn’t help it. Something had changed. He didn’t know what, but he felt it. Maybe it was true, maybe he didn’t love you like he once had, or maybe he was just afraid of how much he loved you, a contrast he couldn’t understand.

“Are you so busy that you can’t say good morning or good night to me?” you snapped.

Silence stretched between you both. The words hung in the air, unanswered. Jason stayed in the same spot, unmoving, not daring to respond.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he admitted after a while of uncomfortable silence.

“Then let’s talk about it, because I can’t take this anymore, Jason. I feel like I’m chasing ghosts and it’s destroying me,” you replied. Your voice cracked a little, but you didn’t allow yourself to cry yet.

The man looked away. You could see tears beginning to form in his eyes. You had never seen him cry; he always hid behind walls that didn’t let you see much of him.

You reached a finger to wipe his tears. He gently pushed it away. At that rejection, you stiffened.

“I don’t understand you.”

“You don’t need to.”

“You’re going to lose me,” you said, now crying too, unable to stop it. “Is this what you do? Push people away when your life starts making sense again?”

Jason stayed silent. He didn’t know what to answer, because maybe it was true. He loved you so much that just having you in his life scared him in a way he couldn’t explain, but it was also true he had never been good with words, so he swallowed his emotions and said in a distant tone: “I have to go. Gotham needs me.”

I need you too. The words didn’t come out; they got stuck, unable to leave your lips. You watched as your boyfriend’s figure faded in front of you.

Days passed and everything stayed the same. Jason started sleeping more often on the sofa. Neither of you dared to talk, neither at lunch nor dinner, though you rarely ate together anymore. Miserable, you cried at night trying to numb the pain inside you.

Jason walked through Gotham’s night streets, holding his Red Hood helmet in his calloused hands. Patrols had become harder. When Jason entered a room, the atmosphere changed. Everyone could tell how broken Jason Todd was.

Down the empty street, in the distance, you could only see a couple kissing passionately. Passion radiating from them. Poor Jason wanted to die when he got closer and realized it was you with someone else.

“Oh…” That was the only word Jason could say.

When you noticed his presence, you quickly pulled away from the guy, a drug addict you had met a few days ago on the street, with whom you had formed a connection due to your similar emotional state.

The Junkie, addicted to drugs, desperately craving something that hurt him.

Ha.

How ironic. You were the same, but with Jason.

Furious, Jason approached the guy. His face would never be the same after the beating he intended to give him. He raised his fists, but before he could strike, you stopped him.

“Wait,” you begged, “it’s not his fault.”

“You betrayed me.”

“Jason, I…” you stammered. He was right, damn it, of course he was. Your boyfriend might have been neglecting you, but you were the one who had crossed the line. You had cheated.

Fuck, fuck, fuck…

You had screwed up. Now there was no way to fix things…

“I thought you were better than this. I never thought you would stoop this low,” he whispered angrily. A hint of sadness was in his tone. He had let the drug addict go, who was now on the ground searching through his pockets, but neither of you cared.

“And what did you want me to do?” you shouted, “Stay still, waiting for the day you decide to love me again? I have needs too, Jason. I need to feel something.” You said defeated. “And I’m disgusting because I cheated on you with the first person who gave me a bit more attention than you, and I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help it.”

Jason felt broken inside, but he knew you were right, and deep down he had a feeling this would happen sooner or later. Maybe if he weren’t such a coward, he would have already put that damm ring on your finger that he had been hiding under his underwear for months…

The Junkie, in full panic, pulled out a knife, afraid Jason would kill him for catching him kissing his girlfriend, and let’s be honest, he probably would have if you hadn’t stopped him.

With a single move, Jason dodged the attack. Lucky for him, he was still wearing the Red Hood suit (except the helmet), so that little knife wouldn’t have done much anyway.

A sharp pain appeared right under your ribs. It turned out that when Jason dodged the stab, because you were so close, the blade had pierced your abdomen.

Blood, a lot of blood. For how small the blade was, it began to pour out of your abdomen.

You placed your hands over it. When you looked at them again, your palms were covered in a dull red.

“Jason…” you sighed.

He quickly knocked out the drug addict before he could escape, leaving him unconscious. Desperate, he rushed to you, helping you sit on the ground.

He took off his shirt to press it against your bleeding abdomen. His muscular torso now visible in the moonlight. “Shit, babe, I’m so sorry.” His voice broke. A small smile appeared on your face. Babe, that word you hadn’t heard in so many days.

Jason pressed the shirt harder on your abdomen, using his free hand to help you lean against the bench leg. You could feel his hands trembling under your weight but didn’t comment on it. “Jay, I’m sorry,” you murmured, instinctively bringing your hands toward the wound, feeling intense pain that didn’t seem to go away.

Jason moved your hands away; the last thing he needed was for you to get an infection on top of everything “I know, I know…” He pressed harder. The knife must have damaged an internal organ, probably the liver, he bit his cheek.

His hands were shaking even more.

Jason didn’t understand why; he had been through worse situations, but the fact that the victim was you… He was desperately trying to stop the bleeding, but more and more blood kept coming out and your skin was starting to lose color.

You felt a sudden headache that made you dizzy, and nausea began to rise. The last thing you wanted was to vomit on Jason.

Weakness began to take hold of you, and would have sworn you were on the verge of fainting, though luckily you didn’t, not yet.

“Listen,” he ordered, “I don’t want to scare you, but I think this is worse than it looks and you need urgent medical help.” Jason’s mind was racing. His motorcycle was only five minutes away, but you couldn’t walk, and carrying you wasn’t feasible.

“I’m going to call Bruce,” he finally said. “He’ll know what to do.” His Red Hood helmet lay a few inches away, forgotten on the ground. It had a direct communication system he could use to call him…

With trembling fingers he tapped the side of the helmet. Help was on the way.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, needing to distract you from the hole in your abdomen. He noticed your eyes beginning to fill with tears from lack of oxygen, breathing becoming weak. Jason ran his trembling fingers over your cheek, moving a strand of hair away from your face.

“Damn it, I’m sorry too,” he admitted, his voice breaking, “I’ve been an idiot, I was scared. No one had ever made me feel like this and…”

You interrupted him by touching his cheek. You didn’t have much strength left. Your hand instinctively moved toward his tears. This time he didn’t pull away. “These days have been really hard, I didn’t understand anything, I thought…” The words got stuck in your throat. Now that you looked into his eyes, you realized how stupid you had been. “I thought you didn’t love me anymore…”

“Sweetheart, that’s not going to happen,” he pressed the shirt harder, glancing at his wristwatch. Ten minutes had passed since he called Bruce. Damn, where was he?

He looked back at the helmet; it emitted an error sound. Damn it. “I promise you,” he added.

You tried to speak, but you couldn’t. “Pinkie promise?” finally said a few seconds later, knowing how much your boyfriend hated that phrase; he thought it was too cheesy.

“Pinkie promise,” he replied. In response, you smiled weakly.

You rested your forehead against his. You needed to feel his warmth, as the cold had begun to surround you. Your body no longer absorbed his heat like before; Now your eyes were half-closed, disconnecting from the world, and it felt horrible, but you couldn’t stop it.

Jason, devastated by the situation, closed the distance between you two, pressing his lips against yours in a hungry kiss that showed how much he desired you. You sighed at the kiss you had missed so much. But didn’t return it; you didn’t have the strength.

Your boyfriend noticed it, of course he did. The blood soaked through the shirt, now staining the cold asphalt. It made him even more nervous; the situation was slipping away and you were fading in front of him.

“I swear if you die I’ll kill you,” he said between a mix of laughter and what sounded like... Wait, was that a sob?

The helmet emitted another sound; a broken voice came through it. “Jason? What’s going on?” Bruce.

Jason turned his head toward the source of the sound “It’s an emergency, she’s been stabbed in the abdomen, she’s losing a lot of blood, I don’t think she’ll make it much longer…” he replied urgently.

“Situation assessment?” Bruce asked.

“She’s been pierced by a damn knife!”

A sigh. “First step, don’t panic,” Bruce ordered. “Are you trying to stop the bleeding?”

“What do you think?” he snapped sarcastically, losing patience and time.

“I’m on my way.”

Sleep was beginning to take over you more and more. You felt weaker and dizzy; the damn addict had stabbed you hard. When you tried to close your eyes, Jason stopped you.

“Keep your eyes open. Help will be here soon,” Jason said. “Don’t follow any light or go into any tunnel, okay?” He said it jokingly but his tone was serious.

You shifted uncomfortably; the pain increased along with the bleeding. You looked at Jason’s shirt, once black, now stained with a red that would probably never wash out.

“Jason I—” your words came out slow and weak, “I don't think I can.” Your vision blurred. You couldn’t see his face clearly anymore.

“Of course you can,” he murmured. He was afraid. His trembling fingers began to stroke your hair as a final act of kindness.

The minutes passed, and no one showed up. He was losing you...

“Hey, sweetheart…” he whispered, tapping your cheek. You had closed your eyes, and for some reason you didn’t open them again. “No, no, no!” Jason panicked. His hands started shaking. He didn’t know what to do. You were slipping away, dying, and he could do nothing.

In a last desperate attempt, he held you tightly, embracing your cold, lifeless body.

The pain was unbearable. It felt as though he'd been stabbed twice. Once in the forehead, and that was the one that hurt the most. He couldn’t stop thinking about all those days, the long days, as he called them, where he couldn’t show how much he loved you. Guilt consumed him.

Another stab in the chest. The one that killed him. A sharp pain spreading that he couldn’t extinguish. He had never asked you to marry him or told you how much he loved you, damn idiot.

Devastated, he began to cry for real this time. He had lost you forever.

“Stop,” Jason grumbles. He presses his palm against your hip and shifts closer, his hair brushing your side as he shifts closer to you.

“Stop tickling me and I’ll stop moving,” you counter, moving your thumb in an arc beneath his ribcage.

“You’re fine,” he argues.

You smile as Jason’s eyes close, a content smile on his face. Gently, you trace the ink that had been beneath your hand.

“There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well,” you whisper. “But you’re both.”

Jason hums against you and slips his hand higher toward your waist, pushing your sleep shorts past his spot on your hip. Since your first kiss in a Wayne Enterprises elevator, his hand has found the same spot — his destination for and a conduit of comfort, love, and adoration. He pushes himself up carefully to kiss the small tattoo there.

“I must learn to be content with being happier than I deserve,” Jason murmurs.

“Careful,” you warn, pulling him closer when you roll back on the bed to look up at him. “A lady’s imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.”

“My lady jumped from a series of somewhat dangerous but serendipitous makeout meetings to matching tattoos,” Jason reminds you, smiling at you with his chin resting on your hip bone. His finger continues tracing the tattoo on your other side while you tap the mirror image where you often hold your hand to feel his heart beating.

“You didn’t argue,” you muse.

“I can’t argue with you. And I certainly wouldn’t consider arguing against a nod to Austen’s masterpiece.”

“Me and you.”

The ampersand tattoo design is from the cover of the copy of Pride and Prejudice you both had with you when you met. It was the reason you approached Jason in the first place. Then passing conversation about Elizabeth and Darcy became meeting for coffee to discuss the themes and implications of the book, then a night at your apartment to binge watch all the adaptations and choose a favorite together. Soon after that, Jason asked you out and you’ve never looked back. The tattoo has become more than a reminder of the book; it’s a symbol of the connection between you and Jason. And.

“Do you really think we’d get married someday?” Jason wonders.

“I do,” you admit. “I’d like to, even. Life with you is the life I always dreamed of.”

“And we can grow old and grumpy together,” he muses. “You getting prettier and smarter each year that I get more impatient and develop more joint pain.”

“What’s the quote about making fun of neighbors?” you inquire, chuckling at Jason’s view of the future.

“Uh… For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors, and laugh at them in turn, I think?”

“Smart and handsome,” you sigh. “I think you’ll be the one getting prettier with age.”

“Maybe,” Jason mutters. He pushes himself up and kisses you slowly, smiling against you when your hands gravitate toward the tattoos, like there are magnets within each of you that will always lead the other home, a lighthouse in the storms of life, a home in a cruel world.

“You want to watch the movie don’t you?” Jason knows.

“We can make scones and call it a date,” you suggest.

“A few more kisses and I’ll consider it,” he groans, lying against you so you can’t leave him here. As if you would.

“Her heart did whisper that he had done it for her,” you murmur when he begins kissing along your jawline.

Jason freezes before he reaches your lips again. Sitting up, he inclines his ear toward the door and scowls. “We have company,” he whispers. “Rain check on that date?”

“On one condition,” you stipulate. “You read to me tonight. Any book you want.”

“I’m reading Wilde right now.”

You lean forward and kiss Jason’s tattoo. His breath catches, his eyes steady on you as you raise.

“Deal,” you agree. “Now, let’s see who’s here.”

“It’s Dick.” Jason grabs your wrist to keep you in the bed, blinking rapidly before suggesting, “Maybe he’ll leave if we stay quiet.”

“We won’t stop breaking in until a sister-in-law asks us to!” Dick calls from the kitchen. “Even then it might be a case-to-case basis.”

“Wilde,” Jason reminds himself, holding your hips as he stands.

“I love you,” you remind him.

Dick notices you and Jason first because of course he would. Hes known you and Jason the longest. Unfortunately. It starts when he catches Jason laughing at something you said. A real laugh not a smirk or a huff. Dick freezes in the hallway.

Jason notices him "What?” he snaps immediately.

“You just—” Dick gestures vaguely. “You laughed.”

“So?” Jason squints “I have laughed before.”

“Not like that.”

Jason walks away and Dick stands there, deeply convinced he has witnessed the beginning of a romance arc. After that, it escalates in his head. Jason waiting for you after patrol? Romantic. Jason sharing food with you? Devotion. Jason silently adjusting your jacket when it slips off your shoulder? Marriage.

By the time Dick tells anyone, he is already planning the wedding seating chart.

Tim doesn’t “assume” so much as “calculate.”

He compiles the data.

You and Jason:

Appear in the same room within 0.8 seconds of each other. Show mutual emotional regulation only when together. Have engaged in at least 14 known acts of “protective standing-too-close-to-each-other-in-a-fight.”

Tim closes his laptop slowly “…they’re dating.”

Steph looks over his shoulder “They said they aren’t.”

“That’s what people who are dating but haven’t defined it say.”

Steph raises an eyebrow “Or people who are not dating.”

Tim doesn’t respond. He’s already lost interest in her incorrect opinion.

Damian reaches his conclusion within 48 hours of observing you. He watches Jason give you his jacket after you shiver. He watches you clean blood off Jason’s knuckles without hesitation. He watches Jason allow you to do it without threatening anyone.

Damian is disgusted “This is courtship,” he declares.

Jason nearly drops a blade “What did you just say?”

“You are engaging in a relationship.”

“We are NOT—”

Damian continues “You hover near each other in combat. You guard one another’s blind spots. You share food. You tolerate physical proximity. Even Grayson has noticed.”

Jason turns slowly toward Dick “You said something?”

Dick, from across the room, immediately says “Nope!”

Damian, smug: “You are partners.”

Jason storms out of the room. Damian considers this confirmation.

Bruce arrives at the conclusion gradually, which is unusual for him, because he is usually wrong about emotional things for at least a year.

He notices Jason texting more often, and acting less explosively, Jason checking exits when you enter rooms. And worst of all, Jason soften when you speak to him.

Bruce has seen many versions of Jason Todd and that one is not casual.

One night in the kitchen, Bruce says carefully mentions it to him “You care about Reader.”

Jason freezes mid-step “No.”

Bruce waits. Then, Jason sighs like he’s been personally victimized. “…fine. Yeah.”

Bruce nods once “Understood.”

Jason squints “Understood what?”

Bruce simply says “Nothing.”

Jason leaves very confused and slightly annoyed.

Steph usually talks and Cass usually observes, and somehow together they are always right. Cass is the first to notice Jason softening around you.

“You know he does the thing,” she says

You look up. “What thing?”

Cass mimics Jason slightly tilting his head toward you when you walk into a room.

Steph points “That thing. That’s boyfriend behavior.”

Cass nods.

Steph grins “Also he shares food.”

Cass adds “He watches you leave.”

Steph says “Protective.”

“Attached,” Cass adds.

“Emotionally compromised.” Steph passes back.

“Yes.”

They don’t argue after that. They just agree silently that it’s inevitable. When Jason and you both deny it later, Steph just says “Sure.”

Cass just looks at him like she already knows.

Duke is newer to the chaos, but even he picks it up fast. He walks into the manor kitchen and sees you sitting on the counter while Jason stand between your knees as he fixes somethingfor you.

Jason is focused. You’re watching him. Neither of you notice Duke enter. He slowly closes the fridge and makes his way into the living room.

“…are they dating?” he asks.

From the couch, Tim without looking up “Not officially.”

Duke stares “They look like they’ve been dating for a year.”

Steph calls our as she walks by the doorway “We know.”

Cass nods once.

Duke just shrugs “Cool. Makes sense.”

After that, he just refers to you as Jason’s partner without hesitation.

Jason hears it once and says, “We are NOT—”

“Okay.”

Duke continues anyway and Jason quickly gives up.

It happens in the living room. Jason looks like he’s bracing for impact. You’re leaning against the counter. The entire family is present in various states of awareness.

Jason exhales.

“We’re dating.”

Silence. Then;

Dick: “Yeah, obviously.”

Tim: “Already logged.”

Steph: “Called it.”

Cass just smiles faintly.

Duke: “Wait, you weren’t already?”

Jason turns slowly “What do you mean ‘weren’t already’?”

Duke shrugs “You act like you are.”

Jason groans.

Bruce calmly sets his mug down “We all already knew.”

Jason points at him “Not helping.”

Steph leans toward Cass “He looks offended.”

Cass nods “He is.”

Jason turns to you with an exasperated look and you let out a small laugh. He then stares at the ceiling like he’s considering retirement from the entire family. “…I hate all of you.”

Dick beams “You love us!”

Jason, immediatel says “No.”

Track 1 : Can we go home now?

Track 2 : I wanna call you baby

Track 3 : The dress

Track 4 : still thinking about it!

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He’s sure that if he complained, you'd switch with him. You'd take his place on the sofa you picked, a pull-out bed, after too many nights of Damian following him home and you refusing to send him back to the literal mansion that boy lived in.

Everything you did had a sense of warmth that Jason could never begin to describe. He understands why Damian would visit.

It's what he did when you first started dating. He’d mope around in your apartment and stare at your bookshelves. He’d wander from room to room, just to touch and feel everything that you owned.

He wanted to understand you the best he could, to figure out why you’d want to be with him and why he could not seem to let you go.

It’s ironic now as he sits in the living room, laid back on the bed that you two have long given up remaking into a couch for what feels like the millionth night.

He feels like a kid again with how he sits there and looks out into the city. He could never predict where she would bring him next, but for tonight, he could only hope that she’d distract him from his thoughts.

His gaze drifts past the locks and passcodes and security systems he installed when you bought the place. He'd even asked Dick to try breaking in, just to make sure that no one else could.

He knows he’s tired. He can feel it in the strain behind his eyes and the ache settling into his body as the day catches up with him. But the city doesn't win this time. His mind still drifts back to you.

He can hear you moving in your room. He doesn’t know why you’re awake, but he isn’t complaining. He likes that he can hear you. It quiets a part of him that never seems to stop. You're here. You're safe. And somehow, you still don't mind sharing this apartment with him.

Then the thoughts start again.

He wonders if that's why you're awake. If he makes you uncomfortable enough that you can’t rest. He’ll talk to you about it later. For now, he takes solace in the fact that you’re here.

It’s pathetic, really. He thought he'd be better at this. He’d spent the better half of a year living out of a safe house. He should know how to be alone by now. He’s always managed to do it before.

He’d renovated it, don't get him wrong. He’s not as bad as everyone makes him out to be. It has a proper bed with the same pillows you had forced him to buy. He never understood why anyone would spend that much on pillows until his first night at yours.

He even went out and bought a matching set, complete with a bed frame, a dresser, and a nightstand with enough space for his books. He’d even made sure to spread touches of red across the room, remembering your rant one afternoon about accent colours and the horrors you've witnessed on r/malelivingspaces.

He really tried to not come back, but everything always led back to you.

To your stupidly soft pillows. To the way you would be proud of how he decorated because of a lesson you probably don’t remember giving. To his dreams that you were in bed beside him so he could watch the sunlight spill across you.

Everything always led back to you. It was wrong to come back. He knows that. He’s cruel. He wishes you would have kicked him out. You deserved to.

You deserved to make him pay for what he's done to you. For all his pathetic attempts at keeping the peace by hiding away from every problem he couldn't solve. For his failure to let you be on your own. For how he had never deserved to be with you in the first place.

He hated that the warmth your love brought him was only reciprocated with agony. With leaving you stressed and sleepless, waiting for a boy to come home more damaged than when he left, carrying new wounds for you to tend and worry over.

But you didn’t. You tamed him as though he were some alley cat begging at your door. You were gentle and sweet. You had let him linger in your presence and bask in your warmth.

He exhausted every ounce of self-control, every piece of luck, and any semblance of good grace he'd ever earned the moment he'd asked you to share the bed.

And you said yes.

He doesn’t deserve it. He doesn't deserve you. But he can’t bring himself to leave. Can't bring himself to let go of the olive branch you've extended.

And so he stays, moving to the couch to not overstep the privilege you gave him.

He had even guilt-tripped Bruce into rearranging schedules so he didn’t have to worry about patrolling all night for the rest of the month.

Just a month. And then he’ll leave. It’s only fair. You’re okay. Better without him. You’ll have your living room back. Your life back. He’ll give you back the peace you had before he had to come and ruin it.

—

He wakes up to the feeling of hands in his hair. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” you whisper.

He doesn’t open his eyes. Instead, he shifts, pulling you into him until you lie draped across his chest. You laugh, and he can feel the vibrations from how close you are.

For a second, you both sit there and stare before he finally replies.

“What are you doing up this early?”

“What? I can’t admire my pretty boyfriend?”

Jason turns towards the pillows, trying to mask the blush spreading across his face.

“No, no, no. Jason, please. Come on.”

He sits up, making sure that you’ve held onto his shoulder so that you’re halfway into his lap now. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of kisses meant to distract you. You tug softly at his hair, forcing him to have no choice but to meet your eyes again.

He feels his stomach begin to rumble, a steady rhythm building slowly deep in his stomach. He mustn’t have had enough to eat last night.

He also can’t help but notice that you seem off; you’re less present than you normally are. It lingers in the back of his mind, but he brushes it off, suggesting to make breakfast instead.

You tug him towards the kitchen, only letting go of his hand to hop up on the counter.

It’s a routine Jason can follow without thought. He pulls out the eggs from the fridge. He grabs the butter while heating up the pan. He slices the sourdough, sliding it into the toaster.

He feels your eyes stalk him as he moves around the kitchen.

He takes a second to stand between your legs. He leans down to kiss you as you begin to lecture about how he’s going to burn something. He won’t, and neither of you wants him to stop.

His stomach rumbles again, back louder than before. You tease him for it.

“Does kissing me really have you that hungry? Are you that starved, baby?”

But the rumbling doesn’t stop. It gets louder and louder until …

The piercing squeal of the kettle leaving the kitchen jolts Jason awake.

He hears you call, “Shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up. I forgot to time it right.”

He groans. His eyes adjust before his brain can fully catch up.

For a brief moment, he wonders what has happened for him to be on the couch. The reality hits; it was a dream.

“Don’t worry about it.”

He leans up on the back of the couch and looks toward the kitchen. You stand there, softer than he could have imagined.

He scratches the back of his neck. He should apologize; he can’t seem to let you be.

“I’ve, um, been thinking about moving out at the end of the month.”

Your expression shifts back to the neutral stare you hold for him as the regret leaves your face. You've probably been waiting for him to say something like that.

“Yeah,” you reply. “That's fine. You can leave your keys on the counter when you go.”

The apartment falls silent. The dream lingers in the air. He should leave soon.

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Notes: Brain dump! Hopefully the dream bit did not come off as awkward as it was writing it. Fun facts: 1) Jason's safe house is this one in Batman and Robin (2011) #11. (just ignore Damian and Jason fighting) 2) This part was supposed to all be a dream as a result of Red Hood fighting Mad Hatter, but it didn't flow how I wanted

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You had tried (key word: tried) baking together once at your apartment when your roommate walked in and saw you both wearing matching SpongeBob and Patrick aprons that Steph got you as a joke.

Flour smeared on your cheeks due to your hair falling forward every two minutes and you having to push it back with flour dusted fingers. But Jason soon took care of that problem as he held your hair back from your face when you leaned down to roll the cookie dough.

He stood behind you, trapping you in his arms. His face fit perfectly in the crook of your neck as he folded the brownie batter while you kept adding more chocolate chips in it despite Jason telling you that brownies didn’t need chocolate chips. You quickly shut him up by pressing your lips over his and he never complained again.

The cookies came out just a bit uneven and just a bit overcooked with just a bit too much sugar. Neither of you complained though as you fed each other your ‘just a bit imperfect’ cookies while watching your comfort romcom.

Which led to today, your official one month anniversary.

Jason had texted you in the morning that he was going to be busy most of the day and could only see you at night with so many sad face emojis that you almost drove to his place to lock him inside so he would be forced to spend the day with you.

Instead, you decided to be a normal girlfriend and surprise him by cooking dinner for the two of you.

You slipped inside his apartment with the key he gave you and began working on a simple spaghetti recipe which would only require marinara sauce. You weren’t the best cook and experimenting on your anniversary at your boyfriend’s apartment sounded like a disaster.

You chopped up strawberries for the dessert you had decided to make and put them in the freezer to cool down as you began working on the tomato sauce for the spaghetti.

While the pasta boiled, you pulled out the set of colourfully scented candles you bought on the way over and put them around the small dining area one by one to be lit later when Jason came home.

You smiled at your handiwork and went back to continue cooking the pasta. Once you were done, you covered it and put it in the oven to keep it warm while you began working on the dessert.

Just as you were about to finish decorating it, a familiar sound of keys jingling alerted you. You beamed as you saw Jason stroll inside whistling with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. He spotted you immediately behind the counter of the open kitchen area and felt the air knock out of his lungs.

He stood there for a bit, smiling as he took in your appearance. Your hair held back in a messy ponytail, short strands of hair that refused to be held back by the hair tie falling forward, covering half your eyes. The flour dusting your cheeks, lips stained a bit due to the strawberries you had sneaked into your mouth along with some whipped cream at the corner of your lips.

Your SpongeBob apron wrapped around your waist as you stood behind the counter, grinning at him in a white floral dress that he loved more than he liked to admit.

He swore he fell more in love with you than he thought was possible.

He put down the bouquet on the dining table and slowly made his way towards you, standing inches apart with his lips curled into a grin, making his dimples pop out. He curled an arm around your waist and leaned in just enough so your lips brushed against his but didn’t fully connect.

“Happy anniversary baby,” you smiled, putting your hands over his shoulders.

“Happy anniversary to you too sweetheart,” he replied with a soft smile before licking the whipped cream off your lips.

“I wanted to surprise you, you’re early,” you said with a small pout.

“Sorry angel, couldn’t stay away from you,” he grinned before connecting your lips.

You let out a small laugh against his mouth as he leaned down to pick you up and set you on the counter. He pulled away, brushing his nose against yours for a beat before finally opening those blue eyes.

“I could get used to this,” Jason hummed. “Coming home to you every day,” he smiled, pressing gentle kisses to your neck.

“I think I already am,” you mumbled, already feeling hazy with his kisses.

Jason straightened up completely and touched his forehead to yours, eyes clear as the night ocean as he gazed into yours.

“I think,” he began, voice just above a whisper. “I think I love you,” he finished with a gulp.

“Yeah?” You whispered.

“Mhmm,” he hummed in agreement. “You don’t have to say it back I know it’s still early. At least that’s what Dick said,” he chuckled. “He called me an idiot when I asked him if I should tell you that I love you. But you look so perfect right now, I couldn’t keep it in.”

“Well we’re both idiots then because I love you too,” you replied, pecking his lips. “We’re idiots in love.”

“Idiots in love,” he echoed, “I think I like that.”

You blinked the tears from your eyes and gave him one last peck before hopping off the counter.

“Come on, I have one more surprise,” you said, taking off the apron.

“Baby how many surprises do you have planned?” Jason asked with furrowed brows as you grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the bathroom where you had drawn a bath, filled with rose petals and candles all around the bathroom.

“Figured you’d need it,” you shrugged, already grabbing the hem of his shirt to help take it off.

“I never use the bath tub,” he hummed absentmindedly as he let you take his clothes off.

“That’s because you’re an idiot,” you replied, ruffling his hair.

“Who wants to become human soup?” He chided, looking down at you. “I might consider it if you join me,” he smirked, hands working on untying the knots behind your dress.

“I was going to,” you rolled your eyes. “I love you but not nearly enough to let you have a perfectly drawn bath alone.”

“Come on smartass,” he huffed out a laugh as he helped you in the bathtub before getting in himself.

You let him sit behind you, spreading his legs wide enough for you to perch in between them as you pressed your back against his hard chest, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

Jason let out a deep sigh of relief behind you as he felt the warm water touch his skin.

“See?” You gloated, turning your head around to look at the relaxed expression on his face. “Admit I was right.”

“I’d still only prefer baths over showers if they always came with you naked on top of me,” he smirked, wrapping his arm around your stomach.

“That can be arranged,” you hummed as he began pressing languid kisses on the back of your neck and shoulders.

“I got you something,” he murmured, closing his eyes as he let his lips trail kisses on your shoulders.

“You didn’t have to,” you replied. “Just because I’m dramatic enough to celebrate a one month anniversary doesn’t mean you have to entertain it,” you shrugged, suddenly feeling shy.

“Shut up,” he huffed lightly, nose rubbing against your cheek as his kisses moved to your jaw. “I’d celebrate you every day if I could.”

“Maybe you should,” you agreed. “On your knees between my thighs.”

“And when I start doing that every morning, don’t scream at me to stop,” he added next and wrapped both of his arms around you.

You retreated, suddenly shutting up because you knew he’d accept the challenge and happily spend every morning between your thighs.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked, fingers travelling lower and lower to your front while his lips stayed busy pressing kisses wherever he could reach. “Love giving me attitude don’t you?” He teased, other hand drifting up to your chest.

“Jason…” You breathed out, head dropping back on his shoulder as he stopped his fingers inches away from where you needed him.

“Say you’re sorry,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss on your nose. “And I’ll give you what you want.”

“Wha–” your reply got interrupted with a loud clank from the living room, alerting Jason as he immediately got up from the bathtub and grabbed a towel wrapping it around his waist.

“Get out of the tub, cover yourself and don’t leave,” he ordered, hands already reaching for the gun in the cabinet below the sink.

You nodded your head and grabbed the robe with shaky hands. Worry gnawed at your chest as you stood in the middle of the bathroom, feet glued to the floor.

No gunshots were heard from the living room which you considered as a blessing but Jason still hadn’t come back and it had been at least ten minutes.

You swallowed the unease threatening to rise in your throat and slowly pulled the door open, tip toeing towards the living room to make sure Jason was okay.

Clutching the front of your robe in your fingers, you glanced around the hallway before you walked towards the living room as quietly as you could. You made out Jason’s figure standing with his arms folded but there wasn’t any stiffness to him, making you let out a relieved breath as you made your way towards him.

Your heart however stopped beating in your chest when you noticed your brother sitting on the couch holding the little clock that Jason kept on the table in the living room. You quickly crouched down and turned around, praying to every god that he didn’t see you but you weren’t that lucky.

He called out your name in disbelief as you turned around, hands still gripping the front of the robe. He looked at you with wide eyes before looking back at Jason who was looking down at the ground with his palm plastered over his face.

Still in just a towel by the way.

It wouldn’t take a genuis to figure out what was going on.

“What the fuck?” Roy bellowed, eyes still going back and forth between you and Jason.

“Hey Roy,” you began with a shaky breath and a smile on your lips but when Jason shook his head at you, you clamped your mouth shut.

“What the hell is going on?” Roy yelled.

“So you see, my shower broke,” you tried again. “And Jason offered to let me use his.”

“And why the fuck is he naked then?”

“I don’t know he was like this when I came over,” you shrugged. “Maybe he secretly hates clothes, he’s pro nudity. He might become the next villain who steals clothes from people and-”

“Baby stop, please,” Jason pleaded, interrupting you like it was too painful for him. “We’re together.”

“You’re together?” Roy echoed as his bitter glare landed on Jason’s face. “Say that again?” He challenged, hands tightening in a fist before he landed a punch to Jason’s face, causing him to let out a grunt.

“Roy!” You exclaimed, running towards your boyfriend. “You okay?” You asked softly, standing on your toes to check if his nose was bleeding.

“Step away from him and get dressed. We’re leaving,” Roy commanded, looking away from the both of you.

“She’s not going anywhere,” Jason challenged.

“Hey Todd? Do me a favour and worry about your family and leave me to worry about mine,” Roy scoffed. “Why the fuck are you still here? Go get dressed.”

“Don’t speak to her like that,” Jason gritted his teeth, stepping in front of you. “She’s my girlfriend, you don’t get to be the one to tell her who she should date.”

“Too fucking bad for you because I just did,” Roy goaded. “She’s my damn sister, I didn’t want her anywhere near this life Jason. Why do you think I haven’t told anyone but your family about her? You don’t get to put her at risk. I won’t let you.”

“I’m not putting her at risk,” Jason retorted. “You know I can keep her safe. I love her,” he murmured –the last part barely audible.

“I don’t care if you love her, this isn’t a damn fairytale. You’re putting her at risk by associating with her,” Roy stressed. “If you don’t get dressed in the next five seconds, I’ll throw you in my car like this.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Jason dared, putting his arm around your waist. “I suggest you leave.”

“I suggest you shut the fuck up and find someone else to latch onto,” Roy snapped. “I fucking trusted you Jason.”

“Don’t act like I did something criminal,” Jason yelled back.

“Yeah because you’re way above that right?”

“Enough!” You bellowed, pushing Jason’s hand off your body. “I’ll go okay? For the love of god stop fucking screaming.”

“You don’t–” Jason began, following you to the bedroom. “Hey don’t leave,” he murmured, reaching to hold you but you stepped away from him, “Sweetheart come on, look at me,” he urged, grabbing your arm to make you stop.

“This is exactly what I was afraid of,” you said, tears already flowing down your face.

Jason cupped your face in his hands and raised your face up to make you look at him with teary eyes. “I’ll take care of it,” he finished, wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“He hit you, I can’t just–”

“You’re gonna wait here and I’m gonna go talk to him and then we’re gonna celebrate our anniversary together.”

“He’s not going to understand Jason,” you cried, pushing his hands away once again. “It’s better if I just leave with him.”

“Is it?” Jason challenged. “Is that what you want? To go back to pretending? To acting like this whole month didn’t happen? To acting like you didn’t just tell me you loved me an hour ago?”

“Well what can I do?” You snapped.

“You can let me go talk to him alone while you wait here like I’ve asked you to,” he replied.

“I know my brother.”

“And I know my best friend.”

“Fine give it your best shot,” you challenged, sitting down at the end of his bed.

Jason nodded before turning around to shed the towel. He grabbed a pair of clean sweatpants and quickly pulled them over his bare legs before putting on an old shirt he grabbed from the desk chair.

“It’ll be okay I promise,” he reassured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’m not letting you go without a fight.”

You hummed, watching him leave as you sat there on his king sized bed, wondering how the hell you went from taking a bath together to Jason getting punched in the face by your brother in a matter of minutes.

You groaned lightly and pocketed your phone again, trying desperately to ignore the pang of guilt in your chest.

He had been texting you like before, like that night in Roy’s kitchen didn’t happen. But the look he gave you when he chided you in the bathroom stared back at you each time you thought about Jason. How his eyes looked so big when he looked up at you with false hope.

Maybe he was right, maybe you were leading him on by sending him random updates of your day so you decided to stop altogether so you could also stop thinking about him and possibly move on to someone else, which was probably what he needed as well to forget about you too.

You tightened your coat around your body, feeling the cold breeze hit your face. It made your cheeks sting with how harsh the wind was. You touched your gloved palms to your face right when a swishing sound came from behind you, causing you to stop your movements.

You swallowed the fear rising up in your throat and turned around, fastening your pace. Fingers already on the emergency button in your phone so you could alert your brother.

Your apartment was barely four blocks away, and as a college student with a job that paid below minimum wage, you wanted to save the cab money. It would be fine, it's just a ten minute walk, it would be okay.

That was the mantra you kept chanting in your head but the second you turned the corner, someone landed right in front of you –jumping off the fire escape on the building above you presumed.

You shrieked and backed away but when Jason’s familiar face came into view, you let out a sigh of relief.

He was still in Red Hood clothes, sans the helmet and his leather jacket was zipped to the top –possibly to hide the insignia on his chest. His cargo pants were holster-free, giving the impression of being casual pants. He looked like a normal guy and not his vigilante self which you had guessed was on purpose.

“What the hell? You scared me,” you cried.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He asked, ignoring you completely.

“I’m not,” you lied through your teeth.

“I’m not stupid,” he said, voice sounding deeper than you remembered.

“Jason,” you sighed. “I’ve been busy.”

“Busy pretending that kiss didn’t happen,” he pressed.

“Yes because it didn’t,” you replied firmly, pushing past him to continue your journey home.

“What excuse do you have this time? You were completely sober,” he goaded, following behind you. “It’s late, let me walk you home.”

“I don’t need you to walk me home, I'll be fine!” You protested, almost stomping your foot in frustration.

“Okay well I’m not walking you home, I just happen to be going in the direction you are.”

“Jason,” you sighed, deciding to ignore him.

“So kiss anyone lately?” He said, way too cheerfully.

You bit your tongue to swallow the whine that was about to leave you and ignored his comment.

“Silent treatment, real mature,” he chuckled.

“I don’t know you,” you muttered, childishly and turned the corner, walking way too fast to outrun him but of course his six feet two tall frame gave him long legs that could catch up to you in no time.

“Well hello then, you may call me yours,” he replied with a cheeky smile.

“Why are you even here?” You gave in, turning towards his stupidly handsome face. “You’re wasting your time.”

“I’d happily waste my time with you,” he grinned.

“Hear me out,” you began, halting your steps and turned towards him completely. “Go home, take a shower, put on a black compression shirt and go to a bar. I promise you’ll get at least thirty girls.”

“Girls who aren’t you,” he checked.

“Yes Jason girls who aren’t me,” you agreed, smiling at him.

“Why would I do that? You’re the one I want.”

“Why?” You groaned. “Is it the thrill? Going after your best friend’s sister because he would never approve and it gives you a rush? There’s literally nothing special about me,” you finished, eyes searching for his to emphasise just how serious you were.

“Now you’re just insulting my taste,” he replied, sounding genuinely offended.

You let out a long sigh of defeat and began walking again, Jason of course following you.

“You’re so cute when you’re mad,” he snickered again, poking your cheek with his gloved finger.

“Shut up,” you grumbled, pushing his hand away.

“You could make me by occupying my lips in some other activity like kissing maybe,” he suggested.

“You planning on giving up any time soon?” You questioned with a roll of your eyes.

“Not really,” he replied.

“Fine then I’ll happily reject you every day.”

“Is it so bad?” He asked in a serious tone once you reached the entrance of your building. “The idea of being with me that you can’t even imagine it?”

“What? No!” You replied quickly, now facing him. “Jason, that's not it.”

“Yeah whatever, I was being stupid anyway. I’m sorry,” he muttered, turning around to leave.

“Stop,” you said, grabbing his wrist.

“Go home,” he muttered, trying to snatch his hand away from the deathly grip you had on him.

“Can you look at me please?” You coaxed, watching him avoid your face.

“What?” He sighed with a bored expression when his gaze finally landed on you, eyes working already to mask up the lick of emotion he had felt.

“You know that’s not the reason,” you said. “It’s my brother, you know him. Hell you literally told me he warned you about dating me. You know he would never ever approve-”

“What do you want?” Jason said, cutting you off. “If he was fucking normal, what would you want?”

“I…” You trailed off, eyes turning down to stare at the cobblestoned ground. “He’s the only family I have Jason, I don’t want to fuck it up by being selfish. Yeah it’s stupid of him, really fucking stupid but it’s also the only thing he’s ever asked of me,” you finished, letting go of Jason’s hand.

“Fine I’ll leave you alone,” he muttered, turning around to leave you all alone on the wet pavement with a hole in your heart.

-

One of the perks of your brother having close connections with the Wayne family was that you were around them a lot. Which in turn made you familiar with all of them but especially Cass and Steph who were among your closest friends.

And because they were Jason’s family who were also raised by the “world’s greatest detective” they were aware of what was happening between you and Jason without either of you needing to tell them.

Which was why Steph so casually invited you over to the Manor luring you in under the guise of a girls night with you, Cass, Steph and Babs.

It was not a girls night. It was an ambush.

“I just think personally personally,” Steph began, sipping on a margarita as she sat crossed legged on the coffee table in her purple silk pyjamas. “You should give it a chance, if you like him and he likes you then that should be enough.”

“Plus he’s been moodier than usual lately,” Cass added.

“Not that it’s any of my business but they’re right,” Babs chimed in from the kitchen where she was preparing more margaritas.

“This is not what we’re talking about today,” you groaned, pushing your face in the sofa cushion. “We’re supposed to drink margaritas, do face masks, give each other manicures and prank call Dick.”

“Sorry can’t do that, he's on a mission today with Bruce and Roy,” Babs replied with an apologetic smile. “You do know who we can call though?”

“Jason!” Cass and Steph cheered in unison.

“I can’t,” you sighed. “Roy will find out and I can’t deal with that.”

“Do you like him, yes or no,” Steph asked, turning to face you.

“Well yeah but–”

“And do you find him attractive?”

Your mind went to his sharp jaw and bright blue eyes that always looked too innocent, his silky black hair that had two beautiful white curls that resembled a heart and always fell on his forehead, his smile and how it filled you with warmth every time he gave you a genuine one instead of masking it up and his lips and how soft they felt against yours.

A sigh left your mouth as you pictured his biceps always in that compression shirt that he refused to take off. You were beginning to suspect he had more than one because every time you saw him he had that damn shirt on, putting his ripped muscles on display. It should be illegal to wear compression shirts when you have biceps that look that delicious.

“Okay well that answers it,” Cass giggled, throwing a popcorn at your face to bring you back to Earth.

“Sorry,” you murmured, face flushed with heat.

“Sick,” Steph muttered under her breath.

Just as you were about to start the game of monopoly, Tim and Jason strolled inside the living room, looking like they were busy in a conversation –well Tim was talking while Jason just looked bored.

“Hey you’re right on time! We were just making more margaritas,” Steph smiled, handing Tim a glass as he sat down next to her.

You, on the other hand, stuffed your face into the sofa cushion the moment you smelled Jason’s familiar cologne, indicating his presence in the room.

“What’s wrong with her?” You heard Tim ask, probably gesturing towards you.

“Shut up twerp,” Jason’s deep voice echoed.

A good five minutes passed before you realised you couldn’t half breathe anymore and were forced to raise your face and greet them.

“You guys are crashing our girls night,” Cass stated.

“A man can’t even hang out with his girlfriend and sisters anymore?” Tim huffed.

“And him?” Cass continued, pointing towards Jason who was now sitting on a beanbag chair with his sweatpants clad legs spread wide and a grey half sleeved shirt covering his torso.

“Dick’s away and he was being moody on patrol –needs to get laid. So I brought him here instead,” Tim shrugged like that was the perfect explanation.

“I’m right here,” Jason interrupted. “And I get laid plenty.”

Your ears perked up at that despite yourself and you mentally gave yourself a smack for being affected by it. He can get laid as much as he wants with whoever he wants, he can have a different person every day of the week and you wouldn’t care. It didn’t matter at all.

You picked up your margarita glass and downed the whole thing in one go.

“Okay then,” Steph muttered under her breath and picked up a headband from the side, pushing it over Tim’s forehead to keep his hair away from his face. “Time for face masks boy wonder.”

Before you could look to the side to ask Cass to help you with yours, she shot up from her seat on the armchair and sat down next to Barbara on the carpet, already tearing open the clay mask packet.

“Jason you could use some,” Barbara said, passing him a headband.

“Yeah she’ll help you,” Cass added with an innocent smile and pointed towards you.

You decided you would make new friends.

“I’m fine,” Jason grumbled under his breath.

“Okay if you wanna live with dry skin and undone eyebrows and dark circles and pimples and blackheads,” Steph went on, focusing back on plucking Tim’s brows.

“I don’t have pimples,” Jason mumbled under his breath, suddenly feeling unsure as he touched his face.

“Come here,” you said for the first time that night and gestured for Jason to come sit next to you on the sofa.

He gave you a look asking if you were sure and you nodded in reply before he got up and settled next to you.

He pushed his hair back with the hairband Babs tossed at him earlier and leaned back with his eyes closed like he was getting ready for you to do whatever you pleased with his face.

You fought the urge to smile at his sincerity and failed miserably.

You grabbed the tweezers from the coffee table next and turned towards him, getting close enough to smell his smoky and minty scent. With a palm flat on his forehead to stretch out the skin, you began plucking stray eyebrow hairs, causing his eyes to fly open in surprise.

“Ow,” he frowned, rubbing his eyebrow. “Is that necessary?”

“Yes you will feel pretty once you’re done,” Cass replied in a voice full of excitement.

“I don’t need to get my brows done to feel pretty, I’ve been told compression shirts do the trick,” Jason muttered, causing you to grab his cheeks with your free hand and pull more than one hair out from the side –without any prep– in annoyance, making him turn his face away from you.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, getting up. “I’ll get more um chips,” you said, grabbing the big bowl from the table and rushing towards the kitchen.

You opened the upper cabinet where all the snacks were kept in the pantry, standing on your tippy toes before you heard heavy footsteps coming towards you.

“What was that?” Jason drawled, leaning against the counter.

“What?” You shrugged, tearing open the chips packet.

“Are you jealous right now?” He added with a smirk that you could hear in his voice.

“Why the hell would I be jealous?” You snapped, eyes finally landing on him.

“Okay,” he bit the corner of his lips. “Just making sure.”

“Well I’m not,” you repeated, giving him a clipped smile.

“Because if you were then that would’ve been unfair,” he went on.

“I’m not jealous,” you asserted. “I don’t care how many times you get laid Jason and I don’t care if you have to bribe girls with your biceps to get them to sleep with you, I genuinely truly don’t care.”

“Uh huh,” he hummed. “You sound totally not jealous.”

“Because I’m not,” you said, gripping the bowl tight in your arms.

Jason stepped closer to you, taking the bowl out of your tight grip before setting it down on the counter next to him. He brushed a stray hair behind your ear and gave you one of his charming smiles, a genuine one.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you whispered.

“I don’t know how else to look at you,” he replied, hand coming down to lace with yours. “It’s okay I get really jealous when I think about you with other guys too. Plus you look really hot when you’re trying not to be murderous.”

You closed your eyes and let out a long defeated breath before letting your forehead fall against his chest. The deja vu from a week ago in your brother’s kitchen hitting you hard.

“Whys it so hard to keep you away?” You murmured, palm coming up to rest on his chest.

“Because you don’t want to,” Jason replied and wrapped both of his hands around your lower back before resting his chin on your head.

“You’re right I don’t,” you agreed, the effects of the margarita you downed making you just a bit braver. “What are we gonna do?”

“What do you want?” Jason asked.

“You,” you replied, voice muffled in his chest.

“You’ve always had me baby,” he chuckled.

“What about my brother?” you pressed, eyes coming up to look at his face.

“We’ll talk to him together once we’re both ready,” he suggested, leaning down to look at you.

“What if he doesn’t ever approve?” You asked again, eyes searching for answers in Jason’s.

“He will,” he reassured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Gosh why are you so irresistibly insufferable,” you groaned.

“Well lucky for you, you will have to suffer me,” he smiled, kissing the tip of your nose.

“So… getting laid plenty huh?” You narrowed your eyes at him.

A pink flush creeped up Jason’s neck at that, making his whole face blush. His freckles looked darker suddenly while he bit his bottom lip to hide his smile.

“Really?” You raised your eyebrow.

“I wanted to see your reaction,” he admitted.

“And are you satisfied with my reaction?”

“Oh plenty,” he mused before planting another kiss to your nose.

“How heavy is the damn bowl of chips?” Tim's voice came from the living room.

“Jackass,” Jason huffed, pushing off of you and grabbing the bowl of chips. “Please don’t fuck up my brows,” he pleaded, earning a chuckle in response as you both made your way to the living room.

“Finally!” Tim groaned, making Steph hiss at him.

“Sorry about that, your cabinets are way too high,” you smiled apologetically, taking your previous seat on the couch.

This time when Jason put on the headband again and leaned back while you did his brows, you didn’t pluck one too many stray hairs out of spite.

After his brows were done, you put a clay mask on his nose and forehead before he did the same on your face, giving you little pecks on the forehead when no one was looking.

You giggled as he struggled to keep the mask on the brush, always picking up too much which caused it to drip on the expensive couch but before Alfred could come in and kill him, Jason put a tissue over it.

He finally managed to get it done as he sat with his head leaned back on the couch and an arm draped around your shoulders with a smile prominent on his lips.

You took a selfie of all of you in matching sheet masks and one of only you and Jason as you sat next to him, face resting against his.

Jason offered to paint your nails on your non dominant hand which you gladly agreed to. You two sat on the floor with your palm flat against the floor as Jason swiped the nail polish against your nails.

He darted his tongue out of the corner of his mouth, brows furrowed as he concentrated on keeping the colour from spilling on your fingers. When he was done, he gave you a triumphant smile, looking way too proud of his work which was honestly not that bad considering it was his first time painting nails.

The night went on with more pedicures and a round of Monopoly and Uno –the latter getting a bit competitive when Jason put down a draw four next to you, making you pull out four cards from the deck before you pouted at him.

When it was finally time to sleep, Tim and Jason disappeared into their respective rooms while you, Babs, Steph all crashed into Cass’ room. Steph and Cass took the bed while Barbara took the air mattress, leaving you to sleep on the loveseat.

Just as you were about to put your phone down after scrolling through tiktok, Jason texted you, asking you to come to his room. When you teasingly asked him what you would get for sneaking out of your friend’s bedroom to go to his, he sent you a photo of his biceps.

Jerk. He knew what he was doing.

“Hey,” Jason greeted you at the door with a victorious grin as he moved aside to let you into his childhood bedroom.

You quickly rushed inside and looked around the empty room with confusion on your face. It was empty as in void of any teenage memories, the room only had a bed and a desk and a bathroom and closet in the corner and nothing much. You frowned at the lack of posters and photos on his walls but didn’t say anything.

Before you could utter a word, you were lifted into the air by Jason’s arms around your thighs as he threw you on his old queen sized bed and plopped down on top of you, holding himself up by his elbows on the side of your head.

“Hi,” you said, biting your lip to stop yourself from smiling.

“Bite your lip again and I’ll do that for you,” Jason dared.

“All bark no bite,” you chastised, flicking his forehead.

“Is that a challenge?” He asked, raising his brows.

“It’s me waiting desperately for you to finally kiss me,” you replied.

“You could have just asked sweetheart,” he said with a cheeky smile before leaning down to finally connect your lips with his.

The kiss started out slowly, not at all like the last kiss you two shared –which was ravenous. He took his time as he brushed his knuckles over your cheek, slowly swirling his tongue in your mouth and letting out quiet, satisfied hums.

You snaked your arms around his shoulders and played with the slightly damp stray hair at the nape of his neck, making him let out a sigh against your mouth.

He pulled away and looked at you. His hand trailed down to the hem of your t-shirt, pausing for a beat to ask you for permission. You nodded your head slightly with a soft smile before he pulled your shirt off your body, leaving you alone in a plain bra.

You mentally scolded yourself for choosing to wear the most plain looking white cotton bra in your closet but one look at Jason’s hungry eyes told you he didn’t care about that at all.

His lips came crashing down to yours again as his hands roamed up and down your bare body, rubbing every inch of the bare skin he could reach. He grabbed your wrists next, pinning them over your head before his soft, open mouthed kisses travelled down to your collarbones.

He looked up at you through thick black lashes while he pressed a hot kiss right above the little bow in the center of your bra.

“Jason,” you whispered, voice bordering on whiny.

“Yeah baby?” He asked, lips travelling even lower to your stomach.

“Take your shirt off,” you commanded, squirming underneath his touch.

“Say please,” he teased, coming back up.

“Jason come on,” you fully whined, clutching the fabric of his shirt.

“So impatient,” he chuckled, finally taking his shirt off and revealing his sculpted torso.

He stayed like that for a bit, with his legs on either side of your hips, holding his weight up as he stared down at your bare upper body. His chest rose up and down frantically as his eyes stayed fixated on your face, checking for any changes in your expression.

You put your palm flat on his hard abs, trailing it up towards the faded scar on his chest, finally resting on his pec, right above his beating heart.

Jason’s hand came to hold yours over his chest as his breathing finally got slower. He held your wrist for a couple of seconds before bringing your hand up to his lips to plant soft kisses there.

You straightened up on the bed next, causing him to lie flat on his back as you straddled his hips, making his lips part.

“You’re so pretty,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“I’m far from that,” Jason scoffed, hands coming down on your thighs.

“Now who’s insulting my taste?” You retorted, looking down at his pouty lips.

“Just,” he shrugged, trailing off.

“Just what?” You pressed, pushing his hair back from his forehead.

“You’re here,” he breathed out. “With me.”

“Technically I’m on top of you without my shirt,” you replied in a playful voice, hoping to ease the tension in his eyes.

“And it’s a sight, I’ll never forget,” he smirked, rubbing his hands on your bare thighs.

You gave him a wicked smile in return, pressing a kiss to his forehead and cheeks before making your way down to his jaw and throat.

The vein in his neck made an obvious appearance as you pushed his head back with your fingers underneath his chin to give you a better access to his neck. You felt his hands grip your thighs tight when you sucked on a particularly soft spot on his throat, drawing blood just below the skin which caused him to groan lightly in response.

“Oopsies,” you cursed, looking at him apologetically.

“Marking your territory already baby?” Jason drawled.

“I’ve heard people talk about Bruce Wayne’s younger son in my class, they need to know he’s now taken,” you said, making him chuckle.

“Take your time because once you’re done I’m not stopping,” Jason warned, laying completely still underneath you as you kept alternating between giving him hickeys and soft kisses.

A sharp knock came on the door, making you jerk away from him.

“I swear if it's Steph–” He began but you put your palm on his mouth to shut him up as you eyed the clock on the bedside table which read 1:30 AM.

Who the hell could be bothering you at one in the morning.

When the knock came again, you got up from the bed, putting your shirt back on as Jason made his way to the door, bare chested. You quickly rushed towards him, hiding behind the door as he slightly cracked it open.

“Hey,” came Roy’s voice, making your eyes widen.

“Oh hey, did you guys just get back?” Jason asked, gripping the door.

“Yeah it went longer than we expected and we couldn’t even finish the mission, we gotta get back tomorrow and Bruce said we need you as well,” Roy sighed.

“Okay,” Jason nodded. “You gonna crash here?”

You scowled at that, uneasiness flooding your body because if Roy came inside, he would see you standing behind the door of his best friend’s childhood bedroom where you were about to let his said best friend do unspeakable things to you.

“Yeah– Is that a hickey?” Roy gasped with a chuckle as he stepped closer to the door to come inside but Jason didn’t let him come in.

“Why? Haven’t seen one before?” Jason drawled.

“Not on you I haven’t,” Roy replied. “Do you have someone in there right now?”

“None of your business, Harper,” Jason grumbled. “Go crash with Dick he always needs a cuddle partner after hard missions.”

“Congratulations, you will be less grumpy now,” Roy commented before he muttered a quiet good luck, followed by a chuckle before he finally turned around to leave.

By the time Jason shut the door, you were sitting on the floor with a look of disgust on your face. Jason kneeled in front of you and put his fingers under your chin to make you look at him.

“You okay?” He checked.

“My brother just congratulated you on getting a hickey and wished you luck for sex without knowing it was his sister in here,” you finished.

In response to you, Jason howled a laughter so loud he fell forward on the floor, clutching a hand around his stomach.

“It’s not funny!” You protested.

“Sorry,” he managed, still silently laughing.

“Just come to bed,” you huffed dramatically, getting up from the floor and making your way towards the bed.

“Yes ma’am,” he nodded, turning the lights off before he got in beside you. “Good night angel,” he murmured, hands clutched around your stomach as he pressed a light kiss to your head.

“Good night,” you replied with a smile, hand curling over his.

-

“And where were you last night?” Steph turned towards you, keeping her voice low so no one else could hear.

Just as you were about to come up with a reply that would get her off your back, Jason strolled into the kitchen, going straight to get a cup of coffee.

In a tank top. Putting his hickeys on full display.

“Well that answers my question,” Steph laughed, turning back to her pancakes.

You rubbed a hand over your face once Jason turned around and you saw red and purple marks scattered all over his throat and collarbones.

You scolded yourself for feeling just that risky last night, because right now you regretted it deeply once you realised he would never let you live it down, even in ways he couldn’t outright tease you about it.

“Good morning Jason, hot date with a vampire?” Dick asked through a mouthful of pancakes.

“Close,” Jason smirked, sipping his coffee as he leaned back on the counter.

You wished for the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

“Here you go miss,” Alfred said from behind you, breaking you out of your mental fistfight with yourself as he placed a plate of toast and pancakes in front of you.

“Oh no thanks,” you smiled politely. “Just coffee will do.”

Alfred nodded his head before taking the plate back to the counter where he continued making more pancakes.

“Put on a shirt Todd, it's sickening,” Damian grumbled from next to you. “Animals know how to behave better than you people.”

You eyed the butter knife on the table, contemplating stabbing yourself with it.

Soon enough, everyone got engaged in their own conversations, seemingly moving past the discussion of Jason’s sex life. You sighed softly in relief as you eyed Roy who looked oblivious enough.

As you sipped away your coffee, a plate of buttered toast with the crusts cut off appeared in front of you. You looked up to your side to see Jason slide the plate right in front of you with a small smile reserved just for you before he plopped down on a chair next to Roy.

The heat in your cheeks rushed to your whole body as you picked up the toast and began eating it. Your eyes landed on Jason and Roy sitting together as you contemplated how to tell Roy about you and Jason without him blowing a vessel.

Jason turned towards you and gave you a reassuring smile as if he had known what was going through your head and as you looked at his charmingly beautiful face, giving you reassurance from across the table, you decided maybe he was worth it.