Cry

You peered into the corridor looking around for some sign of life.

“I don’t know man. It’s suffocating.”

If you had dog ears, they would have perked up hearing Jason’s voice. You slowly trailed down the hall quietly as possible.

“No, you don’t mean that. Come on, she just cares.” Dicks voice chimed. “Yeah, but it gets to a point where it’s just annoying. I don’t need a babysitter.”

Your eyes slowly squinted to a lit room two doors down from where you were. ‘who is he talking about?’

“She’s not babysitting you!”

“You’re not understanding. I go over and she treats me like some fucked up kid she took off the street-“

You face scrunches in confusion.

“It’s lecture after lecture of being more careful and stop being ‘so reckless’. She doesn’t understand what I do and how I do it…and I’m not going to change my ways when I’ve been fine before her and I’ll be fine after.”

You stop in place.

“You don’t mean that…?” Dick questions quietly.

“I don’t know….. Maybe I’m stressed?”

The floors could cave in now and you’d be fine with that. You slowly move backwards, tuning out to their voices.

‘That’s how he feels, huh?’

That was two days ago.…and it was lingering bad.

You stopped texting all together. Phone lighting up every few hours but never answered.

“Asshole.” You scoffed every time his name popped up in a notification box.

You looked out the window, clouds circling the city, getting ready to pour rain and flood the streets of Gotham. You could only sigh and lean back into your couch.

“Could be worse, I suppose.” You mumble quietly and watch as droplets hit the window.

Sleep sets in, you didn’t even realize it until being woken by banging on your front door. “Who is it!?” You yelled trying to adjust your eyes to the darkish room. Thunder boomed outside making you wide awake again.

“Open the damn door!”

The voice was unmistakably Jason’s. Which raised your blood pressure drastically.

Your body rolls off the couch and drags over to the door, opening it the slightest bit. “What do you want?” You ask annoyed as you hard flicks the light switch on.

“Let me in.” He was soaked, eyes red, hair sticking to his forehead and a small puddle was forming under his feet.

You almost shut the door but his hand was already in the door frame. “…fine...”

He hurried in, stripping off his wet jacket and shirt, while headed towards the bathroom before he made an even bigger mess of water.

The came out somewhat dry, only wearing pajama pants he had left at your apartment a while back. His body flexed at the cold once he stepped out of the bathroom.

You pulled your legs up and backed yourself into the corner of the couch. “Do you need a shirt?”

“I’m good.” He walked over and sat on the other side, “haven’t heard from you in a while. What have you been doing?”

“Minding my business.” You said flatly. Jason’s head turns toward you in an instant.

“…are you okay?”

“Fine. You?”

“….fine…” he trails off still watching your every move. “I’ve been calling you.”

“….yeah.”

“Yeah? What do you mean yeah? What’s wrong with you?” He asked taken aback.

“Nothing is wrong with me. Is there something wrong with you?” You scoffed looking away from him.

“Stop doing that!”

“Stop doing what?!”

“Acting like that! If I did something wrong just say it! I’m not playing these games with you!” He turns his body towards you, gripping the couch cushion to hold himself up as he leaned forward.

“No, you tell me what I’m doing wrong! Since you got so much to say!” You finally snapped.

“I don’t understand what you’re trying to get at. Just tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it.”

“There’s nothing to fix. Everything’s fine.”

“Bullshit.” He huffs leaning back into the couch.

“I just don’t want to ‘suffocate’ you by caring about what you do at night. It’s none of my business, just like it’s none of YOUR business what I do.”

Thunder vibrates the window as Jason comes to a realization. “Dick said something to you.”

“No. I heard you with my own two ears, asshole! If that’s how you been feeling, why do you even come over here to begin with!”

“I didn’t mean anything by what I said! It’s just sometimes, you’re overbearing!”

“Overbearing? Ok, I simply won’t be then! I could give less of a fuck about what you do anymore. It’s not like I’m gonna be around much longer, as you’ve said!” You throw your legs down and begin getting up to get more space away from him.

“What are you taking about?” He follows you with no hesitation.

“‘I was fine before her and I’ll be fine after?’ Am I disposable to you? Huh? If that’s really how you feel then just go. I’m not going to be around someone who does not want me.”

“I didn’t mean it like that-“

“No, don’t change your words now. You did mean it. I know you Jason, you meant every word you said.” You felt the overwhelming feeling of hurt swallowing you whole, “just…please leave. You made it clear enough that I am not treating you how you want to be treated. There’s no more reason to continue what ever ‘this’ is.”

Another loud boom passes, filling the apartment. Jason runs both his hands through his hair and sighs loudly.

“I’m not leaving. I care about you. When you didn’t answer the phone the first time I was already worried sick something happened to you. I waited and waited for some clue as to what you were doing until I couldn’t take it anymore. I’m so fucking sorry I blamed everything on you. It was never you. It’s me and my stupid brain. I am reckless, everyone knows that. When you’ve pointed it out it feels like I’m disappointing you. I do want to be better. It’s just hard. I don’t want to keep disappointing you.” Words waterfall out of his mouth as he glares at the floor. He grabs your hips and pulls you to stand in front of him as he sits back on the arm rest of the couch. “I’m sorry…..for being a complete asshole.”

You stayed quiet as Jason watched your facial expressions. The lights flicker in the apartment as the rain continues to pelt the window. You turn back to see another flair of lightning shoot across the sky followed by another loud burst of thunder. “You just don’t want to go back out there…” you mumble jokingly.

“That’s also true.” He follows you gaze to the window, playing with the hem of your shirt, “it’s pretty bad out there…”

The sound of the rain muddles your brain as you find words to express yourself.

“….I don’t know what to do from here….i don’t want to make you feel as if I’m treating you like a kid. I worry about you every night... I’m terrified of you not coming back to me. I don’t mean to be overbearing. I just…..don’t want there to be a chance where I lose you.” You spoke quietly still watching the rain.

Jason’s heart sped up. “Fuck.” He blurts out, making your attention snap over to him. His arms wrap around your hips as he buries his head into your lower stomach. “I’m sorry for being an inconsiderate asshole. Fuck.”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“I…..I’m processing.”

“Processing? Processing what?” You questioned a bit amused at his reaction.

“That I love you.”

Your brain comes to a halt. Jason’s arms tighten around you.

.“….Jason? What did you say?” You begin shaking his shoulders, wanting to hear him say it again. He looks up with a pathetic expression. “You heard me…”

“I did.” You run a hand through his hair, “you should be like this more often.” You teased making him groan.

“You’re cruel.”

“I love you too.” You laugh feeling him tense up again.

HEYYYYYYYYYYY

He’s gone again.

The second time this week you wake up to an empty bed.

You roll over to grab your phone off the night stand. A bright 2:45 AM mocking you in the dark room.

The blankets fall off your bare body as you make your way to the restroom. The sounds of water hitting the shower floor fill the quietness of the empty apartment, as you turn on the shower.

where’d u go?

Your thumb hovered over the send button. Too needy? Too tired of this shit. The message erased in an instant. ‘There’s no point. He won’t answer anyways.’

Used to this behavior was an understatement. You scroll up to read the last two messages he sent.

I’ll be there soon.

And

Unlock the door. Just pulled up.

You plopped the phone on the sink counter, looking up at the mirror in-front of you. Little bruises here and finger marks there. You could only wish they would scrub right off in the shower.

Jason was many things. Strong, dependable, and very…..not boyfriend material. Though if he was you’d be head of heels. Not to say you weren’t but you knew better than to change the situation you both were in. Just some late night fun. Nothing serious even if you felt like wanting more.

The hot water penetrates your skin as you get in the shower. Head dipping back trying to think of anything else but him.

On the bright side, you scrubbed your body until it was baby smooth.

The water shuts off harshly as you hit the handle down, making it shoot out the faucet below. Your feel hit the humid floor as you grab a towel above the toilet shelves. Drying off and hurrying into your room for clothes.

Still empty.

Not that you could expect anything more.

You looked down at your phone again. Now 3:56 AM staring back at you with no new notifications underneath it. You couldn’t help but groan in fake pain as you threw yourself on the bed.

‘What do I have to lose?’

You question yourself a bit more before finally typing a message.

Goodnight to you too.

Simple. Not too much. Maybe a bit petty. Perfect.

Sent.

“Oh god what have I done?!”

You roll away from your phone screaming quietly into your pillow a “FUCK FUCK FUCK!”

Ding.

Your body tenses up. ‘This is it. It’s over.’ Your brain repeats to itself. You slowly turn to the lit phone.

Had to go. See you tomorrow night?

‘Not ruined. Not over.’ Your simple minded brain chimes.

Ok.

No, that’s too simple. Too pushover.

Sent.

“FUCKING SHIT.”

Ok.. see you then.

“AUuuuGgggHhhH.” You wanted to choke yourself out for letting him back in with no hesitation.

‘It’s nothing serious. Nothing to be worried about.’

The light of day soon shines on your limp body. You hadn’t moved an inch; Like a dead starfish in a beach resort’s souvenir shop.

“Kill me.” Your bones crack as you slowly get up from bed.

The day dragged on from that moment on. You couldn’t bring yourself to eat nor drink anything. Not quite a depressive episode, just simple anxiety spreading through your veins.

Before you knew it, It was dark outside again.

Here.

You felt like throwing up as soon as you read it. Countless scenarios playing through your thoughts as to what you would say or do once you see him. He would apologize and say ‘you mean a lot to me.’ Maybe he’d have flowers or something you like. There would be a visible spark in the air as you finally tell him how you feel.

A soft knock hits the door.

Your mouth runs dry as you tip toe to open it, as if you were sneaking him in without your parents knowing.

The door squeaks open.

Just him.

No flowers.

No apology.

No love confession.

Nothing.

“Hey.” He clears his throat.

“…hi.” You scoot off to the side to let him inside, shutting the door after him.

“How was your day?” He stood waiting for you to move to the living room.

‘Terrible.’ “It was fine. How was yours?” You couldn’t work up the nerve to look at him. How could you? You could feel his eyes staring down at you watching your every move.

“…fine…I guess.” He shrugged following behind you.

‘He noticed. Oh god, he noticed.’ You find yourself sitting on one side of the couch as he sits on the other.

“You good?” He asked after a few minutes.

‘Fuck no.’ “Yeah. Fine. You?”

“I’m…good? Come here.” He ushers you to move next to him.

“Right. Right…” you slowly pull yourself closer to him, eyes still not meeting with his. “I um….i need to tell you something.”

“Go ahead…”

“So….I was thinking….”

“Oh? Something’s wrong?” He joked, “‘m kidding.”

You felt your heart burst into flames. “Haha. Funny.” You looked down at your hands, fingers twisting together, bile slowly building up in the back of your throat. “Haha. No…I uh…I can’t do this anymore.”

“What?”

“I MEAN-“ you thought of anyway to save it, but you couldn’t,”I just can’t. It’s too much. I wake up every night and you’re not there. I look in the mirror and all I have is small pieces of myself missing. I tried everything to keep you out of my mind but somehow you keep making your way back. I know you don’t want anything serious. I wouldn’t force you into even thinking about ever being serious with me. I just, I can’t keep doing this to myself. Expecting more out of you when I knew what this was at the start. I….I’m sorry. I let myself think I could possibly mean more to you than I actually do. I….I can’t do this anymore.”

Your stomach and chest twisted against each other. Heart thumping against your bones. Your skins felt like it had been lit on fire.

“Oh.” Was all he could say. Making it 10,000 times worse.

“Oh.” You repeated.

He stayed quiet. His eyes having moved away from your slouched figure.

“You can leave if you want.”

“Why would I? I don’t get too many confessions like this.” You could hear a hint of teasing in his voice.

“Am I a joke to you?”

“No! Get over here.” Your face hits his chest as he pulls you into him. “I’m not taking this as a joke. I might be an asshole, but I’m not that much of a prick I would leave after you’ve said how you feel. You think that low of me?”

“….a bit.”

“….fair.”

You blink away some tears, “well, what now? Just friends?”

“I don’t think I could be friends with someone I’ve folded in half for almost the whole year.”

“….so…..strangers?”

“Jesus christ. No! Look, I can’t say that I’ve ever tried to the loving type before. I’ve had few one night stands before you but nothing serious. Then I met you. I haven’t sought after anyone else but you since then. I can’t say I’d make a decent boyfriend nor be the man of your dreams……but…I can’t say I won’t try.” You could hear his heart beating under your ear, how it sped up just slightly once he finished speaking.

There was a pause between the both of you. You adjusted yourself better into his side while he wrapped around you tighter.

“I can get used to this.”

“Cuddling?”

“……..yes.” He admits quietly.

BONUS

In two months somehow Jason and you have managed to not self sabotage yourself and are actually healthy!

“Jason?”

“Yeah babe?”

“I love you.”

You watch his body freeze up, “yeah me too…” he suddenly forgot how to turn on the tv. Mashing every button on the remote while his body starts to sweat bullets.

“Are you okay?” You snicker to yourself as he finally gets the tv on.

“No. Not in the slightest. Can you turn on the ac? It’s getting hot in here.”

“Jason. The acs on 67.”

“It has to be broken. I’ll go look.”

“Oh my god!”

After a week he finally gets the nerves to say it back.

“Go get some snacks from the kitchen!” Tim demands as he logs into his computer. “While I get this movie up.”

“Ugh I guess! It better not be some man recording in a movie theater.”

“It’s not! I have my ways!”

Tim waved you off as you began your mission.

Step one: Avoid Alfred, he asks too many questions and you can make popcorn yourself. He’s also old and you feel bad when you ask him for anything.

Step two: Try not to leave a mess so Alfred doesn’t know you used HIS kitchen without his knowledge.

“He’s probably asleep already…..oh god I hope he’s asleep.” You looked down at your phone to see white numbers showing 8:23 PM, “…..old people fall asleep early..” you tried to convince yourself.

You quietly creak down the hallway towards the stairs. A small thump makes your heart leap out of your chest.

A light turns on in a room a couple of doors down from Tim’s.

“Who the fuck is that?” You continue your way slowing down as you pass the door.

A scar littered back appears in the slightly opened door. Muscles lining down its entirety, the deep curve in the center of the spine slowly twists as he pulls his shirt off.

Jason.

You pick up your pace and hurry to the stairs.

“Who’s there?”

His voice calls out making you freeze as your foot hit the first step down.

“….me?”

Jason peaks his head out, chest facing you directly. You kept your eyes on the door frame behind him trying not to look down.

“…your Drake’s friend….huh?”

“….yes….”

“……like what you see?”

“…….goodbye.” You turned around quickly, seeing only a glimpse of a cheeky smile.

“Don’t be shy now!” He yelled as you hurried down the stairs.

Embarrassing.

“Here to finally pick up your son?” You looked the tall man on your porch up and down.

“Cut the crap. Where is he?”

You called for your 4 yeah old son. “Daddy!”

“Come here!” Jason scoops him up with ease. You hold out a small duffle bag. “Here’s everything for the weekend. DO NOT forget to put his clothes back!”

“Yeah yeah! Say bye to mom.” Jason huffed, rolling his eyes.

“I love you baby!” You wave to your son though Jason’s heart almost stopped hearing those words. “Make sure to have a light on for him if he wakes up in the middle of the night!”

“Will do.”

“I mean it Jason!”

Shared custody was never an easy thing. Nor was your relationship with Jason. One week he wants the family back together. Another he doesn’t have time for you nor his son.

“Wait!” You rush out barefoot.

“What now?”

“Mommy forgot the goodbye kiss.”

“Oh how sweet.” Jason puckered his lips in a mocking way. “Not you.” You shove his face away, his lips smushed against your hand pathetically.

You kissed the top of your son’s head making him laugh. “Have a good time, my love.”

“I will.” Jason mumbled against your hand.

“I’m not talking to you!”

The weekend flies by, Jason sends simple pictures of him and your son. Sometimes pictures of just him. Which irks you.

Get off my phone with all that

You miss me. 😌

You stood outside watching Jason struggle to get his son out of the car seat. “Any help?”

“You got this. Dad of the year right there.” You snicker as he gets more frustrated. After 5 more minutes your son is free.

“My baby! I missed you so much!”

“I’ve missed you too.” Jason winks at you.

“Oh my god. Give me my kid!” You hold your arms out and your son reaches for you with a giggle.

“Our kid…..And who was over last night?” Jason eyed the inside of your house. “I smell a man.”

“There’s no man! Even if I did have someone over, it’s none of your business!”

Jason lets himself in. “He’s here, isn’t he.”

“Oh my god, you’re so delusional.” You put your son down and he runs off to his room.

“And your……hiding stuff from me.” Jason starts picking things up and putting them in different spots, “I don’t remember these pillows being here.” He mumbled softly as if it was suspicious.

“No I’m not! Get out of my house!” You grab Jason by his collar, almost choking him out.

“It was once our house!” He coughs out rubbing his throat.

“Yeah! Til you got cold feet and ran with your tail between your legs! Abandoning me and your son!”

“I did not abandon you guys! You know I didn’t. I love you both!”

“You sure know how to show it.” You scoffed trying to push him out.

“Baby,”

“Do not call me that.”

“I love you…..a lot…. be honest with me….is there someone you’re seeing.”

“Oh my god. No! I can’t see anyone because of how badly you fucked me up! You keep popping in and out of our lives and throwing us off balance! I can’t even find someone to actually settle down with and raise my son with!”

“He’s my son too! You’re not gonna bring any random man around him!”

“You are not gonna bring any random woman around him neither!”

“Then…”

“Then what?!”

“……let’s get back together.” He tried to keep his face neutral but you caught a glimpse of the corners of his mouth curving up.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.”

“Baby..listen….”

“I’m done listening to you. Go!”

“Daddy daddy! Come see my toys!”

“Yes, I most definitely will.” He smirked at you before following his son.

“I’m going to kill him.”

Later in the night, Jason managed to still be there. Your son slept in between you both on your bed.

“Hey….”

“What Jason…?”

“I mean it when I say I love you. Both of you.”

“I could hardly tell.” Your eyes rolled to the right.

“I wanna be with you. Be better for our son.”

“Then prove it.”

“I will.”

“…..I need to shower.”

“Can I join…?”

“Get the fuck out of my house already.”

“You used to love when I asked that.”

“I’m gonna put you on child support.”

Jason when you shower

I’m glad someone asked 😺 OF COURSE I WILL

“Yeah, annoying.”

“You’re the one who’s fucking annoying!”

“Then get the fuck out of here!”

“I fucking will!”

The sound of your feet hitting the wooden floor and stomping to the bed room kept replaying in his mind.

“Fuck. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up.” Jason paced around the room, waiting for the door to open and you be there, still pissed but at least where he knows you’re safe.

“We’re sorry the number you dialed-“

“Fuck!” He throws his phone onto the couch.

It had been at least 5 hours since the initial argument. He watched as the sun got lower and lower til the moon finally reached the right above his apartment. The panic then began to set it. “I’m so fucking stupid.”

He would be right.

The argument started when he noticed things were getting a bit too serious. His eyes trailed over his apartment, your blanket over his recliner. Scented wall plug-in dispersing the smell off something tropical he could never put his finger on. He realized things were getting a bit too ‘comfortable’ for his mind’s liking. It all came crashing on him he looked over to you sitting next to him in his shirt. Not a care in the world.

His mind: self-sabotage.

“Do you think you can maybe…go home..?”

Well, that could have came out better.

“Yeah? That’s fine? Are you about to leave?”

“Yeah….well…no I just need…to….rearrange…?” He tugged on his T-shirt collar as if it was strangling him.

“Oh! I can help if you want? I’m pretty strong if I do say so myself-“

“No. You should….go….can’t have you in the way or-“

“In the way?” You questioned, your left eyebrow raising a little.

What a man of few words.

‘Follow through.’ “Yeah….you….are in the way……?” ‘Close enough.’

“…….did I do something wrong?” The frown on your face made his heart start palpating.

“We just aren’t anything okay! It’s weird you’re here! All the time!” He finally exploded.

“Hey! You ask me to be here!”

“Well I don’t want you to be here now!”

“Why?”

‘Why? Fuck why?’

“You’re annoying!”

“Annoying?”

“Yeah, annoying.”

And so on and so forth.

“What the fuck is wrong with me!?” Jason was practically tweaking, biting his knuckle trying not to hit the wall like some scrawny white kid with anger issues.

‘Think. Where would you be if you were pissed?’

Anywhere but with him.

“Fuck!” He latched on to his jacket and keys. “Fucking stupid!”

First stop. Obviously, your place.

The lights were off. Which would usually be the case for anyone at this time of night. He knocked on the door a bit harshly.

No answer.

Jason looked around before pressing his ear to the door. No movement. No crying. Nothing.

Places you like? They would all be closed as of now.

The bar?

No…..you couldn’t possibly…

He was going to check anyways.

The reving of his motorcycle made the outlookers smoking on the bar patio side eye him.

“Big dick is back in town!” One guy hollered as his buddies laugh.

‘…..I’ll let that side. Just this once.’ Jason glared at the man as he pulled the doors open.

He recognized his shirt in an instant.

You sat alone in a booth. A man standing over you trying to buy you a drink to which you declined.

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? You look like you’ve had a rough day. Let me make it better.” It made your skin crawl at the fake niceness of the man’s voice, but who are you to deny a free drink that may or may not be laced.

Jason however, was not taking that chance. “Hands off.” He grabbed the man’s arm before he could make anymore advances towards you. Twisting it slowly behind him.

“Are you crazy man! Jeez!”

“Fuck. Off.”

“Jason. Stop. You’re causing a scene.” You huff not even looking up.

“Yeah listen to this bit-“

He couldn’t even finish the word as his mouth was struck by Jason’s knuckles. “JASON!” You turned as you heard the impact.

“…….reflex….” He laughed nervously before turning to see everyone staring.

“I’M CALLING THE COPS!” The bartender yelled as the man hit the ground.

“Come on!” You tugged his arm and dragged him out the bar. You both rush out, “what the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“I was looking for you!” He yelled as he shoves his helmet on you and zoomed off.

“For what?! Didn’t you just kick me out?!” You yell back lifting the visor to see him better.

“I did not! I just- I was stupid! Okay?! I don’t know how to express how I feel!”

“What are you 5?! Can you not use your words?!”

“I’m trying to now!” He groaned loudly over the wind, “I was fucking terrified after you left! Okay?! I don’t know why I started an argument with you! I’m an idiot who got scared, and felt like I didn’t deserve to be where I was so I ruined it! Like always!”

“…..”

“I care about you a lot! You’re not annoying nor in the way! I just- I’m so fucking stupid!” His voice cracked making your arms go tighter around him.

“Stop crying. You’re gonna make me cry.” You teased.

“I’m not crying.” He clearly was.

After a bit he finally pulls into his apartment building.

He stayed sitting helping you get down off the bike.

“Jason.”

“What?”

“Look at me.” You grabbed hold of his cheek with your index and thumb, pinching the ever loving crap out of it. “Get it together.” A smile tugged at the corner of your lips.

“Ow. Okay!” He yelped in pain, grabbing your hand trying to pull you off.

“I love you.”

His body took a screenshot.. “…….what?”

“You don’t have to say it….yet….but I’m sure I do love you……even if you are self destructive.”

“…….”

“My little crybaby.”

The night shift was fine for the most part. Mostly people coming to grab last minute cases of beer or snacks to help them sober up.

A blue mop head hit the floor with a very loud smack, not that you could hear it with a single ear bud in, drowning your left ear in songs from your ‘rather be anywhere else than work’ playlist.

The bells jingle behind you, ‘oh great.’ You shove the mop back in the yellow mop bucket. “Welcome in-“

Your body froze in an instant. A red mask stared down at you. “Red…hood…?”

“…yeah. Excuse me.” He gently moved you out of his way, and opened one of the fridges. He grabbed 5 energy drinks and began walking to the front. You hurried to the register. “Is that all for you?” You tried to smile but your face wouldn’t cooperate.

“Mmmmm…..pack of Marlboro red 100s.” He pointed behind you.

“Right.”

“Make it two.”

“Addicted I see.” Why would you say that? ‘Jesus Christ why would I say that?!’

“It keeps the stress down.” He responded with a sigh following, as if he hears that a lot. “I used to smoke five packs a day.”

“Oh wow.”

“Yeah, trying to get better about it.”

“Well, as long as you’re trying! That’s all that matters.” You finish ringing him up and hold the bag out for him to grab.

“Thanks kid.” He salutes you before heading to the exit.

“…I’m 24…”

“…..kid.” You could have sworn you heard a little chuckle from him as he shakes his head leaving the store.

“Strange guy.” You let out a breath you had been holding.

He started coming more frequently.

“You guys don’t make hot food? Don’t most convenience store make food?”

“That’s during the day time. We stop making food at 11.”

“If I buy these noodles…… can you warm them up for me?”

“…fine.” You groaned out swiping the noodles from him and taking them to the break room. The microwave starts rolling as your finger presses start, another jingle from the front door can be heard. ‘Another customer?’

“Welcome in-“

“STAY BACK THERE!” The only thing you could see was Red hood’s guns being unsheathed as he aimed it at two masked men. “Oh what the fuck?!” You dove to the floor as bullets hit the lottery tickets above the register. You laid in fetal position, cupping the palms of your hands over your ears as you watch bullets hitting the “bulletproof” glass the owner installed, which broke like the plastic insert you knew it was. “Jesus Christ Frank! Spend some time god damn money!” You cried out as the plastic hit your legs in pieces.

The firing stopped. “Please don’t hurt us man! We just needed money! You know how it is, right?!”

“Too well. Hey, cashier.”

You slowly get up and peak over the counter. “Yeah?”

“Call the cops.” You could almost hear the cocky smirk on his face.

“…..aren’t you a wanted criminal too?” You ask quietly looking around at all the damage.

“…..you’re asking too many questions.”

The cops came shortly after.

The thieves after,

Good evening yall 😺 a little sum sum, 🦭 i want to do a series of different jobs because I know the baddies on here are full time workers 😌 I know that’s right

You sat on a green lawn chair watching a movie on full blast. No one around to disturb you nor judge you for watching a kids movie. The washing machine was practically coming off the ground as it spun out your clothes to be damp. Now to just dry them and be on your way back to your apartment.

‘Thank you mister land lord for providing an on site laundry mat.’

You shoved a couple of gummy worms in your mouth waiting for the washer to buzz that it’s done.

Foot steps trailed down the hall. ‘Oh for fucks sake who else is awake at 2 in the morning?!’ You looked to the front door seeing a man make his way with a small basket of overflowing laundry. He didn’t bother to look your way and shoved all his clothes into the washer.

No soap.

No scent beads.

You can’t let this happen.

“Do you want some laundry detergent?” You called out from across the room. He looked up slowly, his black hair covering his eyes slightly, ‘man, he needs a hair cut.’ A small sliver of silver barely peaking out under the mop of hair. He shrugged, “yeah…” you place your phone and worms on the counter beside you, grabbing your laundry supplies off the floor. “I hope you like moonlight breeze.” You snickered as you made your way across the room.

You poured a cup of laundry soap over his clothes, with a dash of scent beads.

“What’s that?”

“Ocean mist. Have a whiff.” You lean the bottle of beads over for him to sniff, he looks at you questionably before leaning forward.

“Oh. That’s not too bad.” He finally says, nodding in approval and turning the washer on.

“Yeah I can’t do florally smells, it hurts my head.” The buzzer for your washer finally sounds off. “Finally.” You scoff hurrying over. The transfer from washer to dryer went smoothly, no quarters eaten. “40 more minutes.” You go back to your original post against the wall.

The man stood on the phone, glaring down at the screen. None of your business though. You pressed play on the screen and continued your movie, feet propped up on your own laundry basket. The corner of your eye can see the man slowly moving to the seat on the other side of the table. He tried to move the plastic chair a little further way before you interrupted.

“I don’t bite.”

“…..sorry. Didn’t want to intrude.” He puts the chair back and takes a seat.

“You like Fantastic Mr Fox?” You adjust your phone for the both of you to see.

“…never seen it.”

“….well you are now.” You hand over a gummy worm as the movie restarts.

About half way you glance over to him, he’s somewhat into it. “What apartment are you?”

“….1201.”

“You know the neighbor right across from you cuts hair.”

“Never met ‘em.”

“Yeah, He probably would have already cut your hair the moment he seen you.”

“…..I know….I’ve let it get too long.” He sighed lean in back in his chair.

You reach over slowly and pull a strand, “it’s not too bad, you just need a trim so you can see in front of you.” You teased. A small curve forms on the corner of his lips that you would have missed if you hadn’t been examining his face. “Funny.” He gently pulled your hand down and pushed his own hair back. “I can see just fine.

‘And fine that you are.’ You wanted to say but knew better than that. “Wow, you do have eyes.” Was all you could get out. His sharp gaze met yours.

“What did you say your name was again?” You asked quietly looking back to the movie.

“…Jason.”

You introduced yourself as well. “Nice to finally know 1201 isn’t haunted.”

“You thought it was haunted?”

“Everyone thought it was haunted. Only noise coming from there is in the middle of the night.”

“Yeah, I get off work late….ha.” He huffed, a small smirk appearing, “well what apartment are you?”

“1104. Bottom floor, baby. I would hate to walk up those stairs everyday. Could not be me.”

“It’s not too bad. At least no one is stomping above me.”

“Oh god don’t remind me. Whoever is above me sounds like they have elephants stampeding every morning. My personal alarm clock.” You shook your head making a soft laugh come from Jason.

You both chat for what seems like hours until the sound of his washer and your dryer buzz. You pull the clothes out and half hazardly shove them into the basket.

“Well, goodnight neighbor! Remember, 1202 cuts hair. It’s the weekend so he should be sitting in the hall reading the news in the morning.”

“I got it. I got it….I’ll see you later then.”

“Every Tuesday at 2 am.” You wink jokingly making him laugh.

“See you then.”

He kept his word. The next time you saw him, he had a burst fade a little bit grown out but looking very good nonetheless. “Wow, he really got you looking right.”

“Yeah, as soon as he saw me, I couldn’t even ask, I was already in the chair and he was getting his clippers.”

“Hahaha! You look really nice. Suits you.” You curl his hair with your fingers and push the front of his hair back a little. “There, now you need some styling gel.”

“That’s asking for a lot.” He frowns playfully.

“So dramatic.” You pat his shoulder.

Now it’s routine. Every Tuesday at 2 am, you both debrief about neighbors, how the week went. He was still a bit secretive about some parts of his daily life but you never pried. (Which he appreciated.)

“So do you have a girlfriend?” You asked innocently causing him to choke on his hot chocolate you made.

“What? No!…I mean I’ve had girlfriends before…just not now.”

“….wow, you must be real lonely.” You snickered at him, amused at his reaction.

“No, I have you.” He didn’t know why he said that. He froze once the words slipped out of his mouth, terrified of your reaction.

“Aw, how sweet. I love our midnight chats too, but we should probably get breakfast one day. There’s a new cafe opening up down the block, I hope it doesn’t get robbed like the other ones.” You brushed over his words not quite comprehending how it should have sounded to you.

“Breakfast?”

“Yeah!” You grinned imagining all the options, making you mentally drool.

“Like….a date?” Jason scratched his neck, nervously. Expecting rejection.

Your mind turned blank. “Date?” You looked at his flushed face, “….do you…want it to be a date?”

“…..yeah.” He confessed quietly. You looked at him before smiling again.

“…okay! Then it’s a date!” You confirmed to him. “Just don’t put ketchup on your eggs or I will never talk to you again.”

“Where were you?! Take this and start serving! You know how rich people get without their expensive cheese.” Your boss pulls you to the large double doors, barely avoiding another waiter bringing in an empty platter. “MORE QUICHE!” The waiter yelled hurrying to the kitchen.

“Remember. Smile like you mean it even if you don’t.” Your boss puts on a fake smile before immediately dropping it and pushing you out. The platter would have fell out of your hand if it wasn’t the 3rd time tonight he’s shoved you out the kitchen. You were practically a pro at this point.

You put on your best smile, forcing one foot in front of the other. “Cheese?” You asked in a sickeningly sweet tone as you pass tables of over dressed men and women.

‘All this for some stupid award?’

Tonight was a ‘you did it!’ Awards, as you would call it. Gotham elite would be called to the stage to be congratulated over a tame work for the city. Helping the ‘underprivileged’ or donating to a charity that’s definitely not a tax write off.

You could throw all the cheese on your platter at every single one of them. Not that you would. The money was too good to pass up.

“Tonight, we’d like to invite a special guest to the stage for a few words and to present the ‘Above & Beyond’ award!”

‘Above and beyond what? Poverty?’

The smell of whiskey and wood filled your nose as a hand gently yet firmly grasped your shoulder. “Excuse me.”

Beside you stood, standing at 6’1, in a dark grey suit with a black handkerchief peaking out the pocket.

Bruce Wayne.

All the thoughts before suddenly slip your mind as he passed you. His hand slowly sliding off your shoulder leaving a slight warmth left on your sleeve. He made his way straight for the stage, climbing up the stairs with barely a sound from his shoes.

“Give it up for Mr. Wayne everybody!” The announcer says beginning to clap his hands.

You watch the scene unfold, forgetting about your duties as one of the most fakest smiles you’ve ever seen appears in Bruce’s face.

‘Oh, he would do so good as a server.’ You almost scoffed to yourself but turned around as you hear a woman’s voice call for cheese.

“We truly appreciate you all for taking the time to come out tonight-“

He moved almost rehearsed.

You glanced around the room. Women and men alike ogling him with no shame what so ever.

He talked with confidence, stood tall, and never once did his ‘smile’ falter. However, to anyone actually paying attention, you could see in his eyes that something was missing.

It lacked presence. He was almost on autopilot.

And what freaked you out the most.

His eyes landed on you.

Laser focused yet still talking to the audience of rich folk.

You lost track of what he was even making a speech about. ‘Why is he staring?! What’s his problem?!’ Your eyebrow raised just enough to be noticeable if he was looking at you. A small flick on the corner of his lip would have went right over your head if you weren’t staring right back at him.

You turn on your heels as you notice the lady had just ate all your cheese, rushing back to the kitchen. Bruce’s speech has wrapped up as you pushed the doors open.

“MORE CHEESE!”

You walked your rounds, feeling eyes following you. You pretended to fix you hair and look over your shoulder. ‘Oh god. Fuck does he want?!’ You continued making your way to each table til ending up at Mr. Wayne’s table. Four other younger men sit at the table. ‘Not the whole family.’

“Hey you, bring me another one of these.” One man shook an empty wine glass at you. His black hair a bit disheveled from his obvious intoxication.

“Jason, don’t be fucking rude. Miss, don’t bring him anything. He’s already drunk.”

“No the fuck I’m not. Mind your business Drake.”

They continue arguing as you stand there awkwardly. “Uh, so-“

“I’ll take some cheese.” The youngest at the table raises his hand. You circle the table and kneel beside him. “Get however much you want.” You smile at him as he taps his chin deciding.

‘Cute kid.’ You fought the urge to look back (glare) at the man staring holes at the top of your head.

“Mr. Wayne. Cheese?” You ask slowly getting back up onto your feet once the young boy picked 5 cheeses.

Bruce was almost choked on his mixed drink. “I’m fine, dear.”

The boys all turned to him. The drunk one snickering, “dear?”

“Jason.” They both stared at each other as if exchanging words.

“…dear.” Jason scoffed before smirking.

“….alright!” You interrupt the strange men, walking away from the table to the next. ‘I hate rich people. I hate rich people-‘ your brain had on repeat.

You ended up back in the kitchen. “Can I go on break now?!” You yelled to your boss preoccupied stuffing his face with a miniature charcuterie board. “10 minutes!” He said with a mouth full of crackers, cheese, and salami. You sighed out in relief, putting your tray on a table and taking off your apron. “15? Okay!” You hollered before sprinting to the back door. “10! I mean it, god damnit!” You heard him cursing you.

Your back hit the brick wall. “If I smoked, I most definitely would.” You mumbled to yourself stretching your legs then sitting on a black milk crate. The relief hit your feet. The cold breeze brushed on the tight black vest covering your torso and legs. The moon stood over the building lighting up your surroundings. A few stray cats eating food your coworkers obviously threw out the door for them. Your legs finally stretched out and a few little cracks popped in your knees.

After 10 minutes, you did debate taking the extra 5 until your boss texted ‘times up or your on trash tonight.’

‘Well it was a great break while it lasted.’

You hurried back to the front where a tray of fancy dishes sat.

“Tony had to leave. You’re serving table 14.”

“14? Like, the Wayne table?”

“Yes. Go!” The boss stacked the plates on your tray and one on your arm.

You drag your feet exiting to the main room. “….i hate my job.” You breathed out then a smile erupted on your face. “Let’s get this over with.”

You hurry across the room trying not to think about the burning plate in your arm of soup. “I’ll be your new server tonight. Who ordered the lobster?” You look up to see the four boys gone, just Bruce sitting alone. “Right over here. They had to go to the bathroom.” He smiled softly. “Oh okay.” He directed you where to put what dishes. “Alright. Anything else I can get you?”

“Just more waters for the table. Thank you.” He dug in his blazer pocket and pulled out a 50 dollar bill, holding it with two fingers out towards you. Your jaw almost gapped. “Uh, are you sure sir?”

“Very.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. “Thank you very much, sir.”

“Of course.” You thought you imagined him winking. You ignored it there’s no way Bruce Wayne is flirting with wait staff.

“I’ll go get those water now.” You turned on your heel back to the kitchen.

‘Thank you Tony!’

The kitchen doors opened as you back hit the door. “Corner!” You held the door open for another server as you made your way to the drink station. The money was shoved deep into your pocket. God knows if the manager saw he would ask who gave it to you and serve the table himself happily.

“Remember everyone! Smiles! Jordan! Those steak better be medium rare! You know how the mayor gets!” You felt the boss’s presence glide behind you, thankfully distracted enough to get you off the hook. You placed the waters on the serving tray and head back out.

“Here you are. Everything come out okay?”

“It’d be better with a nice cold beer-“

“Everything’s fine ma’am. Thank you.”

“HEY!”

You watched the other two boys argue with there drunken one.

A small hand reaches up to tap your elbow. “Does there happen to be a dessert menu?”

“Why yes there is!” You reach behind your apron where the menu was nicely backed in one of the pockets. “Here you are, young sir.” He gladly took it from you and started reading. “Damian. Finish your food first.”

“I’m just getting a general idea of what I would want after. Father.”

You snickered at the kids response and attitude.

You looked over to Bruce who was squinting at his youngest before looking back up to you. “Thank you for the waters…”

“Of course. Anything else I can get you guys?”

“That will be all.” Another tip appears in his hand. You slowly reach for it. “Sir, you don’t have to do this.”

“I insist.” You see the crisp 100 dollar bill in his hand.

‘Fuck he’s got me right where he wants me.’

The night continued on and more tips were given with each table visit. The show ended after a few hours and everyone’s was finally let out.

“Oh I’m so glad we can take home leftovers this time. Some asshole kept ordering platters even after we told him it was going to take a bit. At least he’s got good taste.” Your coworkers talked behind you.

You pulled over your coat and slung your backpack holding your uniform on. “I’m calling out tomorrow.”

“No you ain’t.” Your boss teased waving bye as you walked passed him.

The night was quite chilly for the middle of February. Light post being your only source of guidance. Tree leaves on the sidewalk crunching under your nonslip work shoes. Your arms reach up to the sky as a small crack comes from your aching back. A low groan erupts from your mouth as you relax your arms and rest them over your head.

“Hey.”

Your body screenshotted, you turn to your left. A black Aston Martin pulled off right by the sidewalk where you stood. “It’s too late for you to be walking alone. Let me give you a ride.”

There he is again. Leaning against the luxurious car.

Bothering you.

“I’m fine, Mr Wayne. The trains are still running, it’s easier to take my usual route.”

“I insist. It’s already past eleven. It’s asking for trouble to be walking out in the dark.” His head tilted slightly, you couldn’t make out the small flicker of hope in his eyes.

“Trust me. I’ve walked through worse. Thank you though!” You waved him off before starting to walk away.

You could feel him still watching you walk, you turned around once more. “Are you just going to stand there?”

“Yeah. Until you change your mind.” You looked forward and back to him again, ‘it is pretty cold out.’ You frown before walking back to the car.

Bruce opens the door for you, ushering you into the warmth. “…thank you.” You slowly find yourself in the passenger seat before he shuts the door, walking around to the drivers side. “Address.” You reluctantly type it into his gps.

The car pulls forward and you glance every so often his way. ‘Oh god he better not try to fuck me.’

“Hmmmm.”

“What?”

“Are you wanting something from me?”

“Just for you to get home safe. I promise, I’m not gonna force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“Hmmmmm.” You ponder for a second, “what if I do want to?”

You see his shoulder tense. “Want to what?”

“I don’t know what came up in your head that’s making you nervous?” You snicker. “Maybe if you take me on a date first!” You hit his shoulder playfully making him relax again. He clears his through, “that’s the plan.”

“The plan? You? Trying to date a waitress? The Bruce Wayne?”

“I don’t mind what job you have. I would just like to see you…out of the work environment.” His face slightly flushed as he leaned back in his seat, clearly avoiding looking your way.

“……I’m free Sunday.” You speak quietly, a small blush over your cheeks. “If that’s okay.”

“Yes!” He answered a bit too fast before clearing his throat again. “That’s sounds good.”

“Good.” You nodded. “Right here.” You point to an older looking apartment building. “So-“ he hurried out of the car to open the door before your hand could touch the handle. “…thank you…”

“Of course. I will…pick you up Sunday.”

“5 sound good?”

“….pm?”

“I’ll let you figure that one out.” You snickered patting his shoulder and hurrying inside.

(You with the cheese)

Heyyyyyyyyy, how are yall, this one was for fun, I imagine Bruce flirting like a freak but that’s his charm and that’s how he bags all the baddies fr

I think I want to do another one of these for Jason but like reader spills wine on him or something and he’s like “fawk, I can’t believe you’ve done this” reader is like “I can clean you up 😏”

“Think of it as ‘witness protection’…..kinda…”

Dick smiled awkwardly while pointing towards the figure sitting on the couch waving sweetly.

“How long is this gonna be?” Tim offered a stiff wave back.

It had slipped out like nothing.

‘Why the fuck did I say that?’

Jason froze on top of you. His eyes slowly inching back up to your face.

‘Why the FUCK did I say that?!’

You could feel your skin crawling as you stared straight up at the ceiling to avoid his gaze.

“What did you say?” He asked quietly as he slowly sat up on his knees.

‘It’s either man up or get the fuck out of here.’ You felt like throwing up. Not only were you already naked under this man, you were vulnerable enough to let your feelings slip.

“….I should go-“ you practically threw yourself out of his bed onto the floor to collect your clothes.

“What?!”

You quietly shove on your shirt to at least have the decency of being somewhat covered up as you search for your pants. “I forgot I have something to do.”

“It’s 2 am.”

“I don’t judge whatever you do at night?” He squinted at you not trying to argue with that. “Just repeat what you said.”

“I’m good.” You replied instantly as you dove to the ground one you spotted your plaid pajama pants. “I’ll…..see you when I see you!” You snatched your phone and keys off the dresser and booked it for the door. “HEY! STOP!”

That was a three days ago…..and you may have left your shoes behind at his apartment.

What were you supposed to do? How were you going to play it off? You’ve been ignoring his texts and calls already. What could you even say?

“I think….you’re overreacting.” Dick sat across from you in a booth, scarfing down chili cheese fries. “How?! I literally told him I love him!” You held the sides of your face and leaned back, in true agony.

“Well, you do, obviously- damn these are good- I just think you should talk about your feelings with him.” Dick suggests with his mouth full.

“He is never going to talk to me again.” You groaned out covering your face with the menu.

“You’re not talking to him now so what’s the difference?” Dick pointed out, already halfway finished with his food.

“…..well.”

“Exactly. What do you have to lose?”

“….my dignity.”

“Oh my god.”

Were you being dramatic? Debatable.

Were you now traveling to Jason’s apartment by foot.

Yes. Yes you were.

“Stupid Dick….and his stupid input….stupid cold wind…..stupid Jason…” you complained as you walked. Cursing the world because of your feelings.

You stopped right infront of his door step. ‘Please don’t be home. Please don’t be home.’ You begged the universe no one would answer the door as you walked up the steps. You knocked three times. The door opens and a black haired woman appears behind the door.

“…….” You felt as if you were imagining things. Why have you never seen this woman before? Is this…..Jason’s girlfriend?

“……can I help you…?”

You both stared at each other.

“…..wrong house.” You turned on your heel and jump off the stairs, running down the sidewalk.

‘WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?!’ You felt even worse than the initial ‘I love you’ slip up. 10,000 times worse.

“What the fuck?!” You made a good distance away, catching your breath as you came to a halt infront of a convince store. A million terrible thoughts crossed your mind. Was that his actual girlfriend and you’ve been a side piece this whole time? How long had he been cheating? For fucks sake you only ever went to his house in the dead of night. Of course, that’s his fucking girlfriend. You held your head in your hands and leaned back ready to scream your lungs out. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.”

Waves of emotion took over your body as you forced yourself to continue walking all the way home. “What is wrong with me?! How could I let this happen?! Does she know!? Of course she doesn’t know! I need to tell her!” You fought with yourself earning looks from strangers, though it was Gotham so not too many.

You slammed your door open. “I can’t do this.” Your phone magically appeared in your hands as you begin blocking Jason on everything imaginable. Bile wormed its way up into the back of your throat. “Siri call Dick.” You ask your phone as you place it on the bed as you pace around.

No answer.

‘He didn’t know did he? He would have told me? No! That’s his brother! Of course he wouldn’t!’

Your heart was pounding against your chest. “I’m an idiot! How could I let this happen!?” You drop onto the bed, trying to catch your breath. “I can’t believe this. How could he?”

No. You two weren’t dating, a mutual situationship that had progressed over the last few months. He had no obligation to you whatsoever. Doesn’t change the fact your stomach is sinking lower and lower the more the scene of that woman answering the door plays in your head. “Fuck. I’m so stupid.” You wish your feelings could resolved right then and there.

No.

You need answers.

“Siri….call….Roy.”

If there was one person you could go to. It was going to be Jason’s best friend.

“Hello? I’m trying to sleep.” He answered on the second ring, sounding more bored than tired.

“ROY PLEASE ITS AN EMERGENCY!”

“If theres no hostage, no it’s not. Goodnight.”

“Please! Does Jason have a secret girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend? The man barely has game as it is.” You could hear him slightly chuckle in the phone.

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I. If he had a girlfriend I would be the first one to know….also….aren’t you two….ya know….fucking?”

“…..I’ve gotta go. Nice talk. See you around!”

“Hey! Wait-“

You click the red phone icon and end the call before he could get any further details of your sex life. A nosy Roy was hard to get rid of.

“So no secret girlfriend. Maybe…a friend?” You try to calm the aching feeling in your gut by justifying everything. “He can have friends! Maybe I’m overthinking.”

You think about it a bit more, “Jason can barely talk normal to me. How the fuck is he going to have a woman friend?”

So much for that.

You laid back on your bed, trying to make your brain stop overthinking. “I’m an idiot.” You groaned.

A ringing comes from beside you. The screen showing a picture of you and Dick with Snapchat filters on. “Oh god.” Play it off. Be cool.

“Hello?” You answered a bit too quickly.

“Hey! What’s up! You called? Are you okay? Did you talk to my dumb brother?”

“Haha….” You couldn’t bring yourself to answer.

“….so….no?”

“He wasn’t home.” You lied.

“Oh? Really? I have his location, don’t tell him, it says he’s been home since 2 am last night.”

“…….”

“Are you okay? What happened?”

“I gotta go! I’ll talk to you about it later okay?!”

“Hey! What’s wrong? Don’t you dare hang up on-“

You ended the call before he could finish. Way to play it cool. “Shitshitshit.”

You roll over onto your side, “I can’t do this today.”

You stayed in bed for the next two hours. Ignoring all texts, most being from both Dick and Roy’s nosy asses. One unknown numbers text did stand out.

unblock me.

You ignored it of course. It’s not like he’ll break in….Well he might.

where are you?

That was your cue to leave your house before he found you. “Dinner sounds good right about now.” You hurried to put on your shoes and grab your bag, running out your apartment building.

You turned off your location as soon as your foot hit the sidewalk. “Why do I have such bad luck? You tell a guy you love him and now you’re the problem.” You complain to yourself heading down the street. ‘Those chili cheese fries Dick was eating did look good.’ You hummed to yourself.

The evening was settling down in the skyline. The pink sunset slowly turning blue as you progressed to the diner.

The doors open with a bell ringing. “Table for one please.” You asked the waitress. She guided you to the counter where you stopped dead in your tracks

“….” There he was, in all his glory. Jason sat eating by himself, almost the exact imagine of his brother scarfing down chili cheese fries.

His body tensed up as he turned your way. “HEY! YOU!” He stood up quickly and grabbed your arm before you could make a run for it. “What is wrong with you?! Why did you block me? You know you can’t hide from me. Sit down.” He pulls you to the seat next to him. You try to resist warning a sickening look from him. “Now.”

Like a puppy you obeyed. “Jason.”

“Order something.” He pushes a menu towards you as the waitress who witnessed the whole scene quietly asks what drink you want. You answer and she hurries back to the kitchen to avoid the awkward scene further.

“Jason..”

“Order something first. Then we’ll talk.” He sipped on his drink before clearing his throat. “You seriously know how to push my buttons.” He let out a harsh sigh, “I feel insane.” He shook his head then took another sip.

“….I went to your place…” you finally say. He looked over at you. “When?”

“Earlier today….a lady answered the door..”

“….lady?….” He thought for a second, “oh! My sister!”

‘……’ your brain felt fried. “…sister?”

“….yeah?”

“….not secret girlfriend….?”

“…….what?”

You paused to look him in the eye. “……I uh…”

“You thought she was my girlfriend? What kind of man do you think I am?”

Oh, he was pissed. “Is that why you blocked me? You see one woman at my house and you spiral thinking I have some secret girlfriend I’ve been hiding from you? Are you serious?”

“How the fuck was I supposed to know you have a sister?! You keep me at arms fucking length already.” You strike back, completely caught off guard.

“Yeah, look how you are! You blocked me over a misunderstanding!”

“How was I supposed to know you have a sister?! You nor Dick ever talk about your personal lives!”

“Yeah how can I trust someone like you if this is how you act!”

“Someone like me? What do you mean by that, Jason?”

He paused, catching himself. “….nothing. I don’t mean anything by that. Just order something. We can talk about this somewhere else.”

“No. Let’s talk about it now!”

“Fine! You wanna talk about pushing people away? Like you pushed me away after you told me you loved me?”

“Because I know you Jason! You don’t love me! I said it while feeling overwhelmed but I know you could never reciprocate the feeling I have for you. I’m replaceable in your life! I can tell you 1000 times how I love you and care about you. It doesn’t change the fact that you don’t feel the same and I’m not going to force it.” You could feel your chest tighten as you speak.

“Why are you assuming my feelings? How do you know I don’t love you?”

“Because you don’t! This is the first time in months I’ve seen you in anything other than the dead of night! There is no relationship between us. We don’t even talk as friends. You call at 2 am and I’m there and then I leave! That’s all this is!”

“That’s not all it is! Fuck! Stop talking like you know everything. If that’s all it is, why were you upset seeing someone at my apartment?”

“Because I don’t want to think about what you do when I’m not there! I can’t stomach the fact there might be someone else! Or that you could find someone else!” You felt your eyes begin to burn as tears welled up. He notices and grabs your shoulders to face him.

“How do you think I feel? Every second you’re away from me I feel fucking empty. I show up to your place or text you the second I get the chance to. I wish we could be together every second of everyday. I fucking can’t stand the thought of anyone even looking at you while I’m not around. Fuck man.” Jason puts a hand on your cheek. “Stop overthinking. I only need you. There’s no one else. There will never be anyone else. I love you and you only.”

He watched your face light up as the words leave his mouth.

“You’re just saying that.” You frown wiping a few stray tears away as the waitress puts your drink in front of you and strays out of the way.

“I mean it…..with all my soul.”

You didn’t respond to that. “Let’s leave.”

“Eat something first, please.” He turned you to the menu pushed your head down to look. “The chili cheese fries are immaculate.”

“Oh gosh.”

You both finished up in the diner, relatively quiet. Jason left a big tip to the waitress who had to suffer through your relationship problems.

“I think, we should go on an actual date.” Jason pipes up.

“You think?”

“Let’s take things slow. I realize, we both need to learn more about each other. I’m not good at these sort of things…but I’m willing to try if you let me.”

“….yeah…I’d like that.”

He looks down at you and slowly moves his hand into yours. You intertwined your fingers in his and move closer. “You’re already clingy.” You laugh softly.

A parent teacher conference.

How did he get roped into going to a parent teacher conference?

Jason stood against light grey lockers waiting outside an overly decorated door reading MY IMAGINATION KNOWS NO LIMITS! in big graffiti letters.

“Damn it Bruce.”

He could have just not shown up. He doesn’t know why he even did. Damian sat on the pale tiled floor next to Jason’s right leg, doing god knows what (homework). “Todd. I can feel your radiating annoyance rubbing off on me. It’s distracting.”

“What is this even about? How long is this going to take?”

“It seems father didn’t teach patience to all the adoptees.” Damian muttered under his breath, “I need you to act as my guardian,” Damian brings himself to his feet, “This is supposed to be a good meeting.”

“So what? I’m gonna see all your gold stars? She can’t just send it in an email.”

“No. She wanted to talk in person with a parental figure. Father is out of the state….I don’t know why he couldn’t ask Grayson to come in his place..."

"Hey! I don't want to be here either! I rather be anywhere else then some stupid-"

"Ahem."

Both boys turned towards the direction of the colorful door.

You stood holding the door open for another family to exit. You eyes slightly squinting in the direction of the two loud mouths standing in the hall. "Thank you again for coming out! Have a safe drive home!" You waved off the other family.

Damian quickly rose to his feet and took the first step towards you. "Please excuse my.....'brother'." Damian quoted is fingers gently while still huffing over at Jason. "He was the only one available this afternoon."

You snickered at Damian, "I'm sure he'll do." You ushered them in. Jason's eyes were almost blinded by the colorful atmosphere around you three. "Welcome in! Welcome in! Right this way." You lead them over while introducing yourself.

Clothing lines strung all across the ceiling tiles holding art work both messy and detailed. He scanned over the back of the room, shelves upon shelves are art supply, definitely not supplied just by the school.

"So you're Damian's older brother! A pleasure to meet you." Jason turned back to where they were lead to. Two metal chairs sat in front of a paint splattered desk. Damian was already seated, tapping his left foot and side eyeing Jason.

He sat on the cold metal, "Jason....and likewise." He crossed his arms over his chest still looking over the room around him.

"I must say, Damian here is quite the artist! He is one of the top in his class!"

Jason held back a sigh and turned towards you. Though the sigh became a sharp inhale. "Right." He was starstruck.

'Gah damn.'

Your eyes were distracting him the most. He had never seen more sincerity and glowing eyes in his life. He felt his mouth go dry as he licked his lips. He right hand covering his lower face and slowly dragging down to get some sense of reality. As if he was stroking an imaginary beard.

He couldn't make out a single word you were saying. The way your head tilted, eyes shifted towards Damian, shoulders raising, and the sickening sweet smile you gave the both of them.

Damian on the other hand, noticed his brother's unusual demeanor. 'Not on my watch.' He slid his foot to hit Jason's boot, snapping the older one out of it.

"I truly think Damian should enter his art in the upcoming art show!" You gleamed at Jason, causing the poor guy to almost choke on air. "I'm sorry-what?"

"Um, There is going to be an art show in the next two weeks. Surrounding schools will be submitting their student's best pieces and I think Damian's should submit a piece to represent Gotham Academy.." You looked at him a bit confused having to repeat yourself.

"Oh..........OH! Yes! Right of course! He can totally do that. Yes."

"Real smooth, Todd." Damian scoffed turning away from his brother.

Jason glared to him right before adjusting himself in his seat. You clasped your hands together. "Perfect! This is amazing news! Damian, I can't wait to see what you come up with! You are going to kill it!" You grinned happily to Damian, standing up from your desk. "And Mister Todd, I presume,"

Jason stands up from his seat almost immediately as you call his name, "Just Jason, please."

"Pitiful." Jason heard Damian mutter under his breath though he chose to ignore….for now.

"If I could have a moment of your time alone. Damian, if you could wait in the hall, please and thank you." You smile down at the boy who was taken off guard at the request but obeyed.

The door shuts behind him and you shift toward Jason. "Firstly, thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to be here. I’m very grateful for that….secondly, I hope you can support Damian to the fullest extent during the art show. I don’t mean to assume anything. I’m sure you’re family is very busy at times, it’s just, usually when we have these type of events or school shows, Damian is the only kid with no one showing up…” you step around the desk to stand in front of him.

“….oh.” Jason scratched the side of his face, ‘god damnit, why did I have to be here!’ He holds his ground avoiding eye contact, staring down at a detailed cat sketch on your desk.

“Yes, I support him as best as I can but he really needs a parental figure supporting him. I’ve see him getting really upset recently about minor things. I’ve tried talking to him but he changes his attitude and refused to let out any emotion. Maybe you can talk to him?” Your hopeful eyes tried to meet his, to which he finally took a step back.

“That’s just him. Nothing to worry about.” Jason raised a hand as if to stop you from talking. Headed towards the front door.

“But-“

“I um,” ‘fucking say something.’ “I’ll try to talk to him.” ‘Fuck!’

“Really?” You grinned rushing to him. “Oh! Thank you! He’s really one of my best students! I’m so glad he has an older brother like you! Here, take down my email.” You had rushed back to your desk to scribble something down on paper. “Feel free to message me about the art show. I hope to see you there.” You hand gently touched his upper bicep making his entire are warm up. “Yes, ma’am.”

‘YES MA’AM??! WHAT AM I IN SCHOOL NOW?!’ He mentally punched himself in the stomach. “Of course, I will be there.” ‘Stop talking!!’

You smile up at him before walking around him to open the door. “Damian?” The small boy looks up from his math homework.

“Thank you for waiting. I’ll see you Monday okay?”

“Of course. I’ll start sketching some ideas for you to look at.” He nodded, slowly backing his backpack. Jason inched around you, carefully trying not to touch you as if you had the plague.

“Goodbye Jason.” You chuckle watching him hurry away. The sound of his name leaving your mouth made the hairs on his neck stand up. “Bye.” Damian followed in pursuit of the other man. “Did you have to be weird? Have you never talked to another human before?”

“Fuck you, brat.”

“You are not allowed to any further school activities.”

“She asked me to be there!”

“……not on my watch.”

Bruce let out a soft sigh, “his leg is definitely fractured. Biking accident.” He lied through his pearly white teeth knowing damn well Damian was thrown off a building.

“Don’t worry, you enjoy your time out. I’ll take over from here! I brought plenty of easy going activities and snacks. He’s going to love it!”

“You’re the best. Thank you again for coming on such late notice.”

“Anytime! Now go! Don’t be late for your date.”

Bruce’s smile falters, “not a date.”

“Mmmhmm.” You walk around him and pat his shoulder for good luck.

“I’ll be back before 12!”

“Okay! Have fun!” The door shuts.

Time to find the little man.

You walk through the giant foyer to the family room. “Damian?”

“Oh great. You again.” Two times the charm, only last time his wrist was broken.

“Oh don’t be like that! Just think of it as a sleep over!”

“I’d rather not.”

You sit next to him, grabbing the remote from the coffee table. “What do you want to watch tonight?”

“Nothing.”

“Okay, I think you liked the hunger games series last time. Hmmmm, I think we stopped on the second movie.”

“Already finished the series….. It was adequate.”

“Did you watch the new movie?”

“……new movie?….it doesn’t stop at mocking Jay part two..?”

“Oh, you are so in for a ride.” You laughed finding the dvd player.

“We may need popcorn. I will go fetch us-”

“Woah woah, who’s taking care of you right now? Me! You stay yourself right there! I will go make some. I also brought different types of candy. You decide what you want while the previews play and I’ll go make popcorn.”

“I’m not useless.”

“I didn’t say that. I’m saying you’re being….pampered tonight.”

“….hmm…..that’s doesn’t sound….bad.”

“Perfect! I’ll be right back!” You hurry around the couch as he digs through the tote bag. “Swedish fish? Is this prison?” You could hear him complain.

The kitchen lit up as you hit the light switch. “Microwave. There.” You rip the plastic off the popcorn bag and toss it in. “Now to find a bowl.”

Thrump thrump thrump.

“What the was that?” You turned back and hurried out the kitchen to the foyer. “Damian was that you?!”

A soft “no?” Comes from the living room.

You turn to the front door. Scratching sounds comes from the other side. “Probably some feral cat.”

You almost turn back until the door creaks open.

“Who locked the damn door?! I……who the fuck are you?!” I masked man walks in, standing tall in the door frame. You could almost see your reflection in red mask he wore.

“WHO ARE YOU?! I’M CALLING THE COPS!” You screamed.

“What?!”

“DAMIAN! CALL 911 NOW!” You lunged for the man, knocking him off balance. “WHAT THE FUCK!?”

You have him in a headlock. he falls back on top of you though your grip doesn’t waiver. “DAMIAN GRAB MY PHONE ON THE COFFEE TABLE!”

“GET OFF ME! JESUS C-CHRIST HOW ARE YOU SO STRONG?!” The masked man coughed out still being choked.

Damian waltz in slowly limping in his cast. “What is going on in here?”

“Don’t worry! I got the robber restrained. Call 911. I can hold him til they get here.” You right your grip making the masked man hit the floor as if to tap out in an MMA fight.

“Tell her I live here! Fuck!”

A sly smile sneaks onto Damian mouth. “Oh no! A robber! I’ll go call the cops now.”

“DAMIAN!”

“…..brother?” You stood looking at the man rubbing his throat from the love seat across from you. “Yes. Brother!”

Damian sat, foot propped up on a pillow infront of him, chowing down on popcorn. “Adopted.”

Jason chucked a pillow at the younger boy, to which you caught. “I’m so sorry. Mr Wayne didn’t mention anyone else would be home since Mr Alfred was on vacation. How is your neck?”

“I’ll survive..” he didn’t want to think about the pain, nor how he got taken down by someone with no training whatsoever. “I was just caught off guard.” He justified himself, clearly pissed.

“….sorry.” You smiled awkwardly seeing his ego bruised.

“He’s fine. Can we watch the movie now?”

“Of course!” You sat down beside Damian, pulling a blanket over the both of you. “So….what’s with the mask?” You whisper to Damian before pressing play. He shrugged glancing over to Jason who was in an existential crisis staring down at his red helmet, “he’s….weird.”

“Oh!”

Bonus

12:01 AM

Bruce emerges from the shadows of the dark house and looks to the couch. Jason asleep on the right side of the couch, head falling off the back. You asleep on his chest and Damian asleep on yours, his arm resting over your stomach.

“….huh.” Bruce fixes the blanket over you and Damian. Also fixing Jason’s head while he’s at it. He thinks for a few seconds before pulling out his phone and taking a picture. “That’s a keeper.” He mutters smiling to himself.

The last thing Jason saw vs what Damian saw

“Never.”

“Why?”

“It’s not necessary.

“…..don’t you want to meet mine?”

“Not really.”

You stared at him as if he was out of his mind, he caught on of course. “Look, I love you. I really do, but it’s just a bad idea to get family involved in our relationship.”

“What do you mean? My whole family knows about you already, they are just waiting to meet you. Doesn’t your family know about me?”

He stayed silent.

“Jason.”

Silence.

“Are you fucking serious?”

He leaned back in the couch and looked over at you, “I’m just not close with my family like you are with yours.”

“Weren’t you with your brothers a couple nights ago.”

“…..that’s different.”

Your mind raced, only thinking the worst. “Are you….embarrassed of me?”

“What?! No! I fucking love you.”

“Am I secretly your side piece and you have a wife and kids I don’t know about?”

“Are you hearing yourself?”

“Sorry.”

“…look…I’m just not someone you bring home to meet your family. And you’re not-“ he stopped himself.

“I’m not what?”

“……” he made a face before letting out a big sigh, “I just can’t. Let’s leave it at that.”

“…..” you sat there a bit dumbfounded, but even worse, pissed off. “So you are embarrassed by me. We’ve been together for two years. Do you not see us going anywhere else but dating?”

“I….” He really never thought of that. He was happy how things were. “No..?”

You stood up. “I’m going for a walk.” You didn’t spare him a glance. “No you’re not. It’s fucking dark out. Stop acting like this. You know that’s not how it is.”

“That’s what it feels like.”

“Fuck. FINE! You want me to fucking meet your family I will. You want to meet mine? Fine!”

“No. It’s fine. I’ll just tell mine we broke up. Not like yours ever knew about me in the first place.”

His heart almost shattered at the thought of you two breaking up. “Don’t. You’re not listening to me.”

“I don’t think I need to.”

“Babe. Please. Listen to me. I’m sorry. I’m stupid. My family is just….different. I want you to meet them, I do. It’s just…..”

“You’re not making this any better.”

“I’m trying!”

There you two were. Staring up at the massive manor. “……so……..when were you gonna tell me your dad is Bruce Wayne?” You questioned still breaking your neck look up at the top of the estate.

“……well….”

The doors open with a loud creak. “Master Jason. I see you brought company.” You look to the doors and see an older man. “Butler?”

“….family friend.”

“Oh…..okay.”

You both climb up the stairs, “good morning, it’s nice to meet you.” You raise a hand for him and he takes it with no hesitation.

“The pleasure is all mine.” He smiles brightly as he introduced himself. “Call me Alfred. I see Master Jason here has been holding back on us.”

“Oh, don’t I know it.” You smiled sweetly to the older man, though Jason could tell from your eyes you were going to beat him senseless later.

“Uh….this way?” Jason gently puts a hand on your shoulder to redirect you. The foyer was insane to say the least. In your eyes. All Jason saw was a dust ridden old man’s house.

“Wow.”

“Please, follow me. I’ve prepared breakfast. Everyone is already seated.” Jason could hear the smirk on Alfred’s face without even looking at him.

‘Oh god.’

Multiple voice already arguing, laughing, and scheming.

“Well. This was great. We should get going.”

“Jason.”

He shivered at the way you said his name and proceeded behind you.

“Well, Good morning beautiful! You must be”

“Todd’s-”

“Jason’s-”

“Partner.” You could see all the smirks as they look past you to the grown man glaring behind you.

‘Oh this should be fun.’ You thought smiling. “That I am. I’m so glad to finally meet you all after all this time.”

“How long has it been?….you know how long have you two been dating?”

“…..two years.”

Almost on cue all their heads cocked back to the man now pretending to be oblivious to the situation.

“Ha ha.” You laughed dryly as Alfred escorted you to your seat across from a younger boy drinking coffee and chowing down a bowl of lucky charms.

“Jason what the fuck!”

“Language.”

“Well, I knew.” The boy in front of you said not looking up from his cereal.

“How the fuck did you know, Tim?!”

“….no comment.”

They all introduced themselves before attacking you with questions.

Questions ranging from ‘how do you deal with him?’ To ‘so….you’re coming to Christmas, right?” All fell upon you. You answered everyone happily while Jason sank further into his chair.

“So do you know?”

Everyone immediately stopped talking and turned to the coffee monster. “….what?! I thought we were all asking questions!?”

“Tim! Shut up!” Cassandra hit his shoulder.

“Know what?”

“His-OW!” Silverware flew across the table and hit him square in the nose. “WHY?!”

You turned to Jason who was seething, “Ignore him. He’s annoying….and stupid.”

“..what am I supposed to know…?”

Everyone got silent before the youngest cleared his throat. “Todd is adopted.”

“Oh my god.” Jason hit his head on the table.

“Oh! Alright!” You said confused but patted Jason’s back. “That’s okay. Nothing’s wrong with that.”

“It is when you’re apart of this family.” Jason muttered into the table only for you to hear.

“Well, we all are.” Dick chimes in.

“Expect me. I’m the blood son.” Damian scoffed at Dick.

“….well, it’s nice to have such a big lovely family! You’re very lucky mister Wayne.”

Bruce nodded with a small smile. “Very lucky indeed.” You could almost see stars twinkling around him as he gushed at the kids surrounding him.

The morning went better than you had hoped.

“We can’t wait to see you for Christmas! JASON! YOU BETTER NOT COME UP WITH SOME EXCUSE!” Dick yelled from the porch as they all waved bye.

“We wouldn’t miss it for the world! See you guys soon!” You laughed getting into the car. Jason let out an enormous sigh. “Well….that could have been worse.”

“I like your family. They all were great.”

“You think so? Wait til they start showing up at our place unannounced.”

You giggled, patting his shoulder for comfort. “We’ll see. So! Are you ready to meet my family?”

“………….that’s today?”

“Jason.”

Reader trying to see the top of the manor.

Across from you, Jason’s eyes locked on your body while liqour slithered its way down his throat. The blunt in your hand ashed itself on to the hard wood floors beneath you. You were to busy with the conversation at hand with your friend to notice. “Pass it!” He grunted catching you off guard. You look over to him smiling and reaching over the coffee table in front of you. He took it, making sure his hand lingered over yours, touching your finger tips with his own. Oh how he could just jump across this table and eat you up right now. Unfortunately there was too many people at your place for him to even have a conversation with you. You hosted these get togethers quite often, he would know, he’s been to every single one. Each time, he would make sure to keep watch of you, making sure you didn’t get too drunk or stoned enough for someone to take advantage of you. This time however, he couldn’t help but indulge himself with liquor. Work was tough. Arguing with his father just adds to the stress. He was ready to just let go and relax.

He leans back into the couch, taking a puff on the blunt before passing it to whoever it was beside him. His eyes never left you. He watched your shirt move off your shoulder, exposing your black bra strap when you reached over to grab the bottle from your friends. He would be the asshole to grab the back of it and snap it against your skin, if it was just the two of you alone. His mind wandered to the gutters, not paying attention as the liquor bottle is placed in the middle of the table while everyone starts crowding around. “Spin it!” The girl to your right laughed. “This reminds me of high school.” Some guy calls from the other side of the table. Jason snaps back into reality as your eyes gaze up to him. “Huh?” He cocks his head as your eyes never leave him, the bottle spinning from your hand.

It lands right on him. “Truth or dare, Jason?” You ask slowly, obviously high as a kite. “Dare.”

“Oh I got one!” One of the guys butts in. Your eyes finally break away from Jason to the guy, “chug this.” A cup was shoved onto Jason, a strange smelling concoction. “This better not be mixed liquors.” Everyone looked at each other knowing that’s exactly what it is. He groaned before taking a deep breath and throwing the liquid down the hatch. The burning sensation down his throat had him coughing after. “Woo!” “Alright! Alright!” “That’s so gross!” The group yelled as the dare finished.

“You good?” Jason turned to his left seeing you with a water bottle, holding his shoulder. “Yeah. Peachy.” He grabbed the water bottle and chugged half of it. You patted his back before getting back up to go sit back down in your spot. A bit of disappointment erupted in his chest as he watched. “Your turn Jason!” The guy who dared him yelled. Jason huffed before reaching down to grab the bottle. Spinning it with all his drunken might. It landed on the girl next to you. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare!”

He thought for a second. “Take 5 shots back to back.”

“Jesus! Fine!” Everyone followed her to the kitchen except you and him. “Harsh.” You laughed. “They did just make me drink 20 different liquors in a cup.”

“….you got me there.”

He could feel his body warming up already, his jacket making its way off him and thrown onto the couch arm rest. “Fuck.”

“You want me to make you something? I think there’s leftover pizza in the fridge?”

“I’m fine.” He uttered through his teeth.

Everyone makes their way back, the girl still gagging from the tequila shots. “I’ll just pick truth next time.” She cries to herself. She grabs the bottle and spins it, the bottle takes no time in landing on you. “Mane.” You sigh before looking at her laughing. “Truth or dare.”

“…..dare?” You asked a bit afraid of the outcome.

“Kiss the guy, you’re most attracted too!”

A bunch of whistles and ‘ooo’s fill the group. A blush crept up onto your cheeks. “Are you crazy!?”

“You gotta do it! Or you have to take a cup of (guy friends) concoctions!”

“Oh hell no! Jason! Come here!” You get up almost immediately not wanting to throw up from the cup of straight Everclear with a hint of cranberry juice. Jason sat up straight a bit surprised you chose him. You launched yourself over the coffee table onto Jason. “Take one for the team!” You laughed before pressing your lips down into his. He automatically grabs your hips adjusting your legs to either side of him. Cat calls and ‘FUCK YEAH!’s were erupting from behind you both. The kiss was a bit sloppy and wet, ending it a sweet pop. You wiped his mouth then yours and removed yourself off of him. “Sorry.”

“No. No. It’s fine.” His face was burning red, he wished it could have been just from the liquor and not the heat building up in his pants. You leap back over the small table into your spot. Your friends calling you a beast and a little sex machine as jokes. The game went on and mostly everyone ended up in make out sessions. Except you and Jason, you both still having lingering feelings from the kiss before. Most of everyone was passed out on the floor or watching Superbad on your living room tv. You were in the middle of pulling out more blankets when Jason came out from behind you to help. The silence was thick as he reached up over you to grab the linen from the top of hallway closet. “Sorry.”

“…you’re good.” You mumble trying to calm down as his arm barely touched yours.

You followed him to the living room throwing blankets over the sleeping bodies on the floor. “Thanks!” The guys on the couch called after you launched a thick comforter at them. Your job was complete. “Goodnight.” You wave walking to your room. Jason followed you like a lost puppy. You opened the door to your room and turned back hearing the floor creak from behind you. “….” You opened the door wider for him to follow you in. He shuts the door behind the both of you, standing awkwardly once it shut. You made your way to the bed, patting the other side with a giddy smile. “Come.”

He doesn’t hesitate and makes his way over. Kicking off his shoes before laying back on the head board. You fumble with the Roku app on your phone and put on a random movie. You turn to Jason seeing him a stiff as a board on his side of the mattress. “Relax! I’m not gonna jump your bones!” You giggled.

“I wouldn’t mind if you did…” he said quietly putting his right hand behind his head trying to look sexy.

“Smooth.” You lightly hit his chest smiling.

You scoot over closer to him and pull the blankets over you both. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah…” Jason could just feel himself twitching. “This is fine.” He adjusted himself as well, putting an arm behind you, pulling you closer. It was a nice quiet sight. Just you two cuddling. Your arm snaked over his lower abdomen, gently pulling his shirt up. “Sorry, you’re really warm.”

“Your hands are really cold.” He looked down to your hand moving under the blanket, slowly getting lower and lower. “Watch where you’re touching…”

“Oh I am..” you looked up at him as your hand touched the hem of his pants. The back of his head hits wall as he watches your hand maneuver under his pants.