Turns out, messing up at work and not getting any writing or research done had its consequences.
Consequences that included you having to interview the Waynes on a zoom call on a damn weekend.
Linda hadn’t been satisfied with your ‘work’ at the Wayne Enterprises building and even though she didn’t know the whole story about you messing up and choking on your words –she was still mad about not getting anything worthwhile and wasting a whole work day.
So to compensate, she talked to Bruce Wayne’s assistant and he had somehow agreed to a zoom interview at 9 in the morning on a Saturday and you were annoyed.
You wanted to clean and sleep in, finally catch up to the weeks of four hour sleeps but instead you were sitting on your living room floor with your laptop propped up on the coffee table, staring at the loading screen.
The fact that it had been your fault was the only reason why you didn’t protest against this. And besides you were more than content with the timing because you had to drive for almost two hours to go to Metropolis today.
Lois and Clark were hosting their engagement party with just a few close people. It was supposed to be a low-key barbecue dinner and you were extremely excited to see your old coworkers, especially Lois and Clark again.
So you freshened up and had breakfast before finding an unwrinkled shirt (seriously weekends were supposed to be for laundry how were you supposed to attend a meeting while your clothes were dirty?) and sat down on the floor still in your pajama bottoms because the screen would only show your head anyway.
Your hair was down today because you were supposed to wash it and didn’t bother putting it in a bun like you usually did. It felt lighter anyway and something told you that you would need it.
Everyone was in attendance today (except for Andy because there was no need to take pictures). Bruce, Tim, Cassandra and Damian were all in one place –the manor you were guessing. While Jason and Dick had separate screens.
Bruce was dressed in a polo shirt and it was odd to see him out of his usual formal clothing. Tim was in an oversized skater t-shirt, Damian in a hoodie and Cassandra in a black crop top. Jason was in a tank top with a coffee mug in his hands looking already bored like he would literally be anywhere else.
Dick was looking fresh. His hair looked darker than usual and with the way it fell over his forehead you were guessing he was just coming out of the shower. He was dressed in a navy blue Henley shirt. You could see the gold chain around his neck through the opening of the shirt and you decided to look anywhere but there.
As if that wasn’t all, he was also wearing glasses and you would proudly admit how utterly hot you found men in glasses.
Especially men named Dick Grayson.
They were thin framed, probably just blue light glasses for the screen but they didn’t have any less effect on you.
He was oddly quiet today and you had to admit you were missing his cheesy comments.
“Just to clarify I’ll ask the question submitted by ‘Gothamites’ now,” you clarified and flipped open the folder that held all the questions taken from the submission post you ran online.
“Okay this one’s for Jason,” you began and Jason unmuted himself. “It’s anonymous so I can’t tell who sent this but it says here they’ve been at the library a few times when you were doing volunteering work there and so they were wondering if you would ever think about hosting book clubs or just events for more people to form groups and read together, it could also bring more exposure to the library because they’re extremely low on funds?”
“That’s a great idea, I’ll think about it,” Jason said and you eyed him, waiting for more.
He didn’t say anything and stared back at you with a confused expression.
“More words please Jason,” Dick chimed in.
“Right,” Jason straightened up. “Uh I do find it upsetting that the library has low funding and I have been trying my best to keep it afloat, I’ll talk to the staff there and see what I can do,” he finished with a grimace.
You gave him a smile and a nod before scribbling down everything.
“Can I leave now?” Jason asked.
“Sure,” you giggled and watched as the pop up appeared, informing you that Jason wasn’t in the meeting anymore.
“You have a cat?” Dick spoke directly to you for what seemed like the first time today.
You looked up from your notebook and glanced at your furry companion currently sitting on the couch behind you.
“Oh yeah,” you replied and patted the cat on the head. “He’s called Meow-wing,” you giggled at your very creative name.
“Meow what?” Cassandra repeated.
“Meow-wing as in Nightwing,” you gave her a shy smile.
“Nightwing?” Dick echoed.
“Yes,” you shrugged.
“What about him?”
“Nothing about him Dick, I just think he’s cool.” And he’s humble, unlike you, you added silently.
“Huh,” Dick mused while Tim cackled for some reason.
“If you’re done inquiring about my pet, can we get back to–”
“I have a dog,” Dick announced.
“That’s… nice…” You replied impatiently.
“She’s called Haley, do you wanna see her?” He beamed and pulled off his headphones before you could say no.
He leaned down, suddenly disappearing from the screen but only for a moment and returned with a grey dog in his arms. He put his headphones back on his head and waved Haley’s paw at you.
“Say hi, Haley,” Dick urged, earning a bark from his dog in return. “Good girl,” he cooed and you swore your whole body shut down.
You grabbed your water bottle and drank a large gulp of it to compose yourself.
Honestly fuck him and his stupidly cute dog and also fuck you too for being attractive to him. For getting turned on at him saying the words ‘good girl’ not even directed at you.
“She’s cute,” you murmured.
“Coming from you, I bet she’s very flattered,” and there it is.
You fought the urge to roll your eyes.
“If you don’t mind, can we please get back to work?” you said with an apologetic smile towards Bruce to mask your impatience in case you came off as rude but you really had plans. And an everything shower before said plans, that alone would take hours.
“Oh, do you have a date?” Dick asked and let go of his dog.
“No Dick I don’t have a date,” you sighed in impatience.
“Would you want to go on one?” He asked with a grin.
Your response was to mute him since you were the one who hosted the meeting.
“Did she just mute him?” Tim laughed along with Cassandra and Damian.
Even Bruce’s lips twitched as he looked down at the floor and flicked his nose with his index finger. You were considering that a win.
“Anyway,” you turned to Bruce. “You fund Justice League and in Gotham, Batman. Do you think masked vigilantes are more capable of protecting the city, the country than our justice system?”
“I have no doubt in our justice system,” Bruce started. “But as everyone has noticed, there’s been a lot of misjudgment in Gotham alone which has spiked crime rates. If we can get any external help to protect the citizens of our city and if I can do anything to help with that, I’m more than willing to,” he finished with a nod.
You wrote down everything before unmuting Dick.
“This is a fan question,” you clarified and eyed Dick. “Rosie wants to know what your type is?” You cringed.
“Hmm,” Dick pretended to think. “Must be wearing glasses,” he began and your face heated up. “Should be a cat lover and a Nightwing lover. I do also have a thing for smart journalists, they really get me going.”
“Thank you for your response Dick,” you said, emphasising on his name so he got what you were trying to convey.
“You are very welcome,” he smiled. “Do you want me to elaborate more? I can tell you the eye colour and all too.”
“That won’t be necessary,” you said through clenched teeth and muted him again.
“I think we should wrap this up here today,” Bruce said.
“Sure I think I’ve got everything I needed for today, I apologise for what happened the other day and you had to attend this meeting on the weekend,” you said with a grimace, genuinely meaning it.
“Don’t worry about it,” Bruce said. “I’ll ask my assistant to arrange the next meeting soon, pleasure working with you,” was all Bruce said before his screen disconnected.
You heard a clatter in the background and turned around to see your cat knocking over the lamp sitting beside your bookshelf. You groaned and quickly turned around, leaping off the back of the couch to see if it was broken.
Luckily it fell on the carpet and didn’t break. You bent down and grabbed your cat, giving him a disapproving look.
“Bad Wing!” You chided. “Don’t knock over my stuff baby you know how broke I am,” you sighed and sat him down on the counter.
It wasn’t until Dick’s voice filled your living room that you realised you didn’t disconnect the meeting.
“Nice shorts,” Dick commented with a smirk.
You looked down at your avocado printed shorts and groaned.
“What is your issue?” You groaned, walking over to your laptop.
“I can’t admire fashion now?” He asked in an offended tone.
“Admire my ass,” you huffed under your breath and ended the meeting.
It was childish but so was he. He was irritating as hell and his stupid smirk was getting under your skin.
You shook your head off thoughts of Dick Grayson and began getting ready for the day.
A good few hours later you were standing in front of your closet in a towel wrapped around you as you looked for a dress appropriate for an engagement party which was also a barbecue.
It didn’t narrow it down to a lot of options.
You dragged your hand through your clothes before finally stopping on a maroon dress that you had bought with Lois and hadn’t had the chance to wear yet. It was a knee length spaghetti strapped chiffon dress and it would be perfect for the occasion.
You got dressed within a limited time frame and decided to forgo your usual updo today, letting your hair fall over your shoulders. The dark red lip gloss matching your dress covered your lips as you finished applying it.
You grabbed your keys and purse and shot a quick text to Lois, informing her that you were leaving before you headed downstairs to your car.
-
There were currently fifteen people in Lois and Clark’s backyard.
You asked Lois if this was her definition of ‘lowk-key’ and she just shrugged and said she only invited five people, the rest were all invited by Clark and since he was the one on barbecue duty, she didn’t care.
All of your ex coworkers were delighted to see you and catch up with you. Congratulating you on the new job and the story you were doing along with some asking if you could set them up with Bruce. You laughed and shrugged it off but when another coworker mentioned something about wanting to meet Dick, your smile felt forced.
You did not like him and you would not set up your coworkers with him. It was the sole reason for the sudden unease in the pit of your stomach.
Lois and you were currently in the kitchen, sitting on the island with a wine glass in both of your hands while you spilled everything that had happened.
“And then he said my beauty hypnotised him! Can you believe the audacity?!” You ranted about Dick while she just took a sip of her wine and gave you a smirk.
“Right, how horrible,” Lois said. “How dare he tell you that you’re beautiful.”
“That’s not it. He’s annoying, he doesn’t let me work. Whenever I ask a question, he’s always the one butting his nose in even when the question isn’t for him. He doesn’t take me or my profession seriously and that pisses me off,” you explained.
“I think he’s just never had anyone say no to him. He’s thinking of you as a challenge, he’ll get bored soon. Don’t worry about it,” Lois shrugged.
“I hope so, I can’t deal with him for however long this interview is supposed to go,” you sighed. “I don’t even want this like don’t get me wrong I don’t want to take this opportunity for granted but celebrity gossip? Really?” You huffed. “This is not why I studied criminology, I want to write about crime and Gotham is crime central.”
“You’ll get there! And if your editor won’t allow you to write that then you can always start blog posting and freelancing,” she shrugged, giving you the perfect back up idea. “I did that a lot.”
“That’s actually a good idea,” you hummed in recognition.
Lois opened her mouth to say something else but the doorbell ringing pulled her out of the conversation. She excused herself and went to the front door to attend whoever it was, leaving you alone in the kitchen.
You downed the rest of your wine and decided to go out in the backyard where everyone was present but when you turned around, the familiar scent of expensive pine cologne filled your senses.
When your eyes looked up and met with those ocean blue ones, you internally screamed.
“Hey,” he greeted you with a toothy grin. “Lois said to put this here,” he added, gesturing towards the wine bottle in his hand that probably cost more than your rent.
“What are you doing here?” You asked before you could stop yourself –thanks to the alcohol in your system.
He stepped closer to you, clogging your senses with his scent. His face came impossibly close as he leaned down to place the bottle of wine behind you on the counter before straightening up.
“Bruce couldn’t come, he sent his congratulations with me,” Dick replied with a shrug.
“Why was Bruce invited?”
“He’s close with Clark.”
“Bruce Wayne has friends?” You scoffed.
“You’d be surprised,” he chuckled.
“Well it was nice chatting with you, now if you’ll ex-”
“Your hair’s down,” Dick pointed out.
“Yes Dick, I’m not at work I’m allowed to let my hair down,” you teased.
“Makes you look different,” he hummed, curling his finger around a strand of your hair.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you furrowed your brows, leaning back a bit because he was still in your vicinity.
“It was meant to be one,” he smiled and for the first time, it seemed genuine.
“I need to get out there and help Lois, it was nice seeing you here,” you nodded your head and quickly scampered off before he could stop you again.
He quickly followed you out to the backyard soon but didn’t speak to you again for the rest of the night. You sat on a patio chair with your old coworkers, chatting about something while Dick stood leaning on a tree with a soda can in his hand, talking to another one of your ex coworkers.
His attire was casual today –just a loose button down shirt and jeans. And that damn gold chain shining each time it hit the light.
Your eyes wandered towards him while your friend kept talking about something you weren’t fully paying attention to.
You looked as he smiled at the blonde in front of him while she laughed about something he said and pushed away at his chest. Dick in response held her elbow to steady her. You wondered what was so funny that she lost her footing while laughing. You had no doubts that he was flirting with her with the way he kept giving her cheeky smiles.
Lois was right, he did get bored of you soon. And you were happy about it. Delighted even.
Dick caught your eye and before you could look away, he tilted his head at you as his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip. You shook your head when you felt your face get heated and quickly looked away.
After dinner, you gathered up the plates and empty beer bottles to help Lois out while she got busy talking to her friends. She looked so content on Clark’s lap you didn’t want to disturb her.
Just as you were throwing away the beer bottles, someone came up behind you.
You turned around to see your ex coworker who was talking to Dick earlier, standing in the doorway with a trash bag.
“Let me help you out,” she offered.
“Thanks,” you smiled at her. And because you couldn’t help yourself or because the wine you had was buzzing in your veins, you went on. “Saw you talking to Dick Grayson earlier.”
“Yeah he’s great isn’t he,” she blushed.
“He’s something alright,” you scoffed.
“What do you mean?” She frowned.
“Nothing,” you shrugged. “He’s just a known flirt.”
“He was asking me about you actually,” she said, causing you to pause what you were doing.
“What about me?”
“Just what you were like when we worked together, if you had someone back here, if you liked working at the Daily Planet, if you were just as disinterested in people or was he just special,” she explained.
“Oh,” you swallowed.
“I think he likes you,” she teased, side eyeing you.
You scoffed in return and went back to loading the dishwasher. “He likes everyone he can sleep with.”
“Don’t be too harsh on him, you know how the media twists things,” she patted you on the back before getting out of the kitchen, leaving you all alone.
You shook your head and poured yourself a glass of water to sober up a bit in case you had drunk more than you thought and this was all a dream.
“Hi,” Dick’s familiar voice filled the kitchen.
“Hey,” you sighed to yourself.
“Do you want any help?” He asked.
“What do you know about chores? Didn’t you grow up in a mansion,” you quipped and with the way he visibly looked taken aback by your response, you almost felt guilty.
“Try me,” he quickly recovered and leaned on the counter.
“I’m just about done,” you shrugged.
“You must be close with Clark and Lois,” Dick commented, eyeing you.
“I lived here until I could afford to find my own place,” you replied. “Lois is my family, she’s helped me a lot.”
Dick nodded in response and hopped on top of the counter.
“So no avocado shorts?” He commented, eyeing your chiffon dress.
“Apparently they’re inappropriate for a barbecue, who would have thought?”
“Not me,” he clicked his tongue. “Your ass looked great in them by the way.”
“What!” You sputtered out a cough and looked at him with wide eyes.
“You told me to admire your ass,” he said in response like that made it okay.
“You heard that?” You scrunched your nose at that.
“I hear everything that benefits me,” he grinned.
“So very humble of you,” you rolled your eyes and mirrored his earlier actions as you sat down on the counter opposite of him.
“Never claimed to be, sweetheart.”
“My friend told me you were asking her about me,” you murmured, eyeing him cautiously.
“Just getting to know the person who’s doing a whole story about my family. Only fair I get to know something about you too.”
“That’s fair,” you breathed out. “What do you want to know?”
“You serious?”
“I think I’ve had enough wine to indulge you tonight so shoot.”
“Well lucky me,” he smiled. “Why did you choose to be a magazine writer?”
“Wow starting off strong,” you dramatically hissed. “I didn’t choose it. I wanted to be a crime journalist but apparently getting your dream job when you’re broke is only good as a concept. This one pays well.”
Dick eyed you for a second and you decided to interrupt the silence by speaking up first.
“My turn,” you said.
“I’m an open book baby, ask away,” he smirked.
“Why were you really asking about me?”
“I find you interesting, is it that hard to believe?” He retorted.
“What about me interests you Dick? I’m the most boring person ever. I spend my free time at home talking to my cat.”
“And I want to know what you talk about,” he went on.
“Is this because I didn’t agree to go on a date with you? Did it really hurt your ego that bad?” You quipped before you could stop yourself.
“Did I do something wrong? Or accidentally offend you?” He asked, voice sounding serious.
“No Dick you just,” you began but stopped yourself.
“I what?” He pressed.
“You don’t take me seriously,” you managed. “You don’t take my job seriously. I understand it must be frustrating to you to be in the media all the time but it’s not my fault. Your father arranged this interview and I’m just doing my job so I don’t get why you’re trying to make it hard for me. You’re always there with your cheeky comments even when I’m asking you stuff that’s on record,” you finished, surprising yourself with how much you had to say about this.
The three day gap between the first time you saw him and today had apparently left you with a lot of time to think about him.
“I didn’t know you felt that way,” Dick frowned. “It wasn’t my intention, I don’t know why it came off that way.”
“My first impression of you was you literally flirting with me three seconds after I hit you in the face. You see me as nothing more than someone you can convince to sleep with you and I don’t like that.”
“I don’t see you like that at all, I’m sorry. I do respect you and your work. I’ve read all the articles you’ve written online,” he said.
“You have?” You asked. “Why?”
“I told you, I find you interesting,” he shrugged.
“You’ve known me for a day,” you stated in a matter of fact-ly voice.
“And I can’t wait to get to know you more,” he replied.
“You never quit, do you?”
“Not a chance,” he grinned at you.
“Well that’s time for me to get home,” you grunted and hopped off the counter.
“You’ve been drinking, are you sure you wanna drive?” Dick asked, mirroring your movements.
“I have to head home, I have to go to Ikea tomorrow to get a mattress. I’ve been sleeping on my couch and I can’t put it off any longer,” you sighed. “I’m fine I had like two glasses.”
“I’ll take you home,” Dick offered.
“No thank you,” you quickly replied. “I don’t want to see myself on the news tomorrow with preposterous headlines.”
“We’ll take your car,” he pressed.
“I’m fine,” you replied.
“No you’ve been drinking and Dick will take you home,” Clark’s voice filled the kitchen.
“Thank you,” Dick agreed.
“I’m not even drunk, do you want me to do a headstand? Because I will,” you challenged.
“No need to do that but just to be safe. It’s a two hour drive,” Clark added. “I don’t want to hear anything else,” he said with a finality in his tone that made you shut up.
“Fine,” you grumbled, handing Dick your keys. “Just so you know, if he kills me and my body is found in a ditch, it’s your fault,” you turned to Clark.
“I’ve known him since he was thirteen, if he were capable of murder he would have done it by now,” Clark chuckled.
You quickly said your goodbyes and hugged Lois a bit tighter than usual because you weren’t sure when you would see each other again.
Dick guided you outside with his hand hovering over your waist but he didn’t touch you. He opened the car door for you and you stepped inside, giving him a look.
“Alright,” Dick sighed, buckling up his seatbelt. “Where do you live? Other than in my head of course.”
“You are relentless,” you rolled your eyes and connected your phone to your car before selecting ‘home’ on your GPS.
“I prefer to think of it as dedicated,” he corrected.
You didn’t say anything after that, not that you could even if you tried. Because Dick put his right arm on the back of your seat and stretched his body to look backwards as he pulled the car out of the driveway. Your brain nearly short circuited at the simplest action.
His left hand spun the steering wheel so effortlessly while he kept his eyes glued to the back with so much focus. You stared at the muscles on his neck straining due to the stretch. The vein protruding and just begging for you to suck on it. It would be so easy he was so close you could just lean forward and attach your mouth on his neck and–
“So how far are you with the interview stuff?” He said, straightening up and driving ahead.
You quickly shook your head and looked away from him. “I think I’ll take a couple days to write out of my notes from today. Then I’ll go to the library on Monday for any archives because we’re also supposed to add a few pages about the Waynes before Bruce. Just to give the idea about your family.”
“I could always help you out,” Dick offered. “You should add your number in there in case you need any help,” he said, handing you his phone.
“If you promise not to bother me,” you said.
“Strictly business,” he gave you a smile and touched his free hand to his heart as if to show you how serious he was.
You took his phone from him and typed in your number before sending yourself a text so you could have his as well.
“Although what if I see something avocado related? Am I supposed to not send you that?”
“Yes Dick you’re supposed to keep it to yourself,” you nodded in agreement.
“And Nightwing?”
“Ughhhh,” you groaned and covered your face. “First of all just to clarify, it’s not like a crush okay? Not like how everyone’s always going crazy over him. I don’t want him like that because I think he’s hot,” you clarified.
“Then what?”
“He just sort of saved me one day and I just think that’s cool. He’s cool,” you shrugged.
“I think he would remember you if he saved you,” Dick said.
“He saves a thousand people in a day. I highly doubt my existence would stand out,” you scoffed. “Besides, I don’t think we officially even met. Apparently Killer Croc was on the loose and the street I usually take when I go home from work was the one Killer Croc chose to take as well. It was quiet like eerily quiet. Nightwing suddenly grabbed me from behind and grappled off seconds before Killer Croc attacked. He dropped me off in a safe-ish alley where I found a little stray cat. I decided to adopt him and that’s why he’s called Meow-wing.”
“Sounds like a true gentleman,” Dick hummed.
“The complete opposite of you,” you teased.
“At least I’m not the one dressing up in spandex every night jumping from rooftop to rooftop,” he scoffed.
“You wish you looked half as good as Nightwing does in spandex,” you narrowed your eyes. “Are you jealous?”
“Of Nightwing? Please.”
“I would love to interview him some day,” you mused.
“Who? Nightwing?”
“Yeah he’s just. He’s a vigilante and he’s not like Batman. I do think he would be way easier to talk to, I have so many questions I could ask him. If only I weren’t writing celebrity gossip,” you wished with a deep sigh.
“Sounds like you really admire him.”
“He does good work,” you shrugged. “Well anyway, not like that’s ever going to happen. My writing career will always be limited to ‘What is Dick Grayson’s type in women.’”
“You’re my type in women,” Dick replied without missing a beat.
“I give it three days before you’re bored of me,” you snickered.
“I give it forever,” he challenged.
“Sure,” you yawned. “Wake me up when we’re there,” you said to him and leaned your head against the cold glass window.
Dick allowed himself a second to look at you instantly falling asleep. Your face looked so content and soft that he couldn’t help the smile of fondness that appeared on his face.
On the red light, he brushed your hair away from your face and draped his jacket over you before turning the music off.
He murmured a quiet ‘good night’ before turning back to drive you two home.
“I still can’t believe Linda has given me the opportunity to photograph Dick Grayson. THE Dick Grayson!" Andy, your colleague and close friend gushed.
“He’s just one of Bruce Wayne’s wards, what’s so special about him?” You shrugged, reading through the fan questions submitted to your magazine website for the Waynes.
“Please tell me you know what he looks like,” Andy gaped from the passenger seat.
You just shrugged again in response and underlined something.
“Okay I know you’re new and all but who doesn’t know Richard Grayson?” He pulled out his phone and typed something while having a whole conversation with you. “Didn’t Clark and Lois mention anything? They’re pretty close with the Waynes,” he added.
Lois and Clark. Your coworkers and best friends from when you were a measly intern at the Daily Planet just a few months ago.
You spent your interning days getting coffee for the editor, so it was safe to say that if you learned anything from your time at the Daily Planet was how to filter disgusting break room coffee just right so it could be drinkable. You knew more about shredding old reports in the mail room than you did about writing and whatever you learned about it, you had Lois to thank for.
She had been a mentor to you and when you missed your family, she had been the perfect sister. It had seemed like Clark was the one third wheeling you two most times.
You had wanted to work at the Daily Planet because you studied criminology along with journalism so you could report crime –not sort mail by the folder colours. But you spent a whole year there, waiting for your chance which never came and you needed the money because getting by on your internship paycheques was next to impossible.
So when you got a call back from the magazine company you applied to in Gotham, you didn’t think twice before accepting.
Lois had been just as sad about you leaving Metropolis as you were but just like an older sister, she was happy for the opportunity you received.
It wasn’t your first choice but you had to make the ends meet.
Besides, in just a few months, you had made quite a name for yourself. Big enough for your editor to give you the cover story for the Wayne Family.
When your editor assigned you the job, you were torn to say the least. Not because you weren’t happy with the opportunity –you were. People begged for this job. It paid a ton but celebrity gossip wasn’t exactly what interested you. You were Lois Lane’s mentee, you wanted to write about crime and corruption which Gotham city was literally infested with.
But you also knew how rare of an opportunity this was and that it would bring you exposure you needed to maybe express to your editor what you wanted to write about.
So you put on your bravest smile, ran a questionnaire online to ask the citizens of Gotham if they had anything to ask Mr. Wayne or any of the Wayne family members.
It totally didn’t scare you. And it totally didn’t scare you even further when Andy told you that the last interview Bruce Wayne had done was when Andy was still in diapers. And your editor wanted you -of all people to write about him.
It would be a breeze.
You had briefly mentioned it to Lois on FaceTime last week and Clark –who was cooking in the kitchen and also eavesdropping apparently, he had told you that Bruce wasn’t as scary as the media made him out to be.
You replied that you would be the judge of that.
Which brought you here, in the parking lot of the Wayne Enterprises building, waiting for the clock to hit 2 PM when your interview was supposed to start.
“Look at his pretty eyes!” Andy cooed and handed his phone over to you with the screen filled with photos of a black haired and blue eyed man.
Your eyes widened, despite yourself, as you took in the sight in front of you. Wavy black hair, big blue eyes framed with long black eyelashes and a boyish smile that deepened his dimples. His nose had a bump on the bridge and with that face, you were guessing he played sports in high school.
Or maybe he still did because the next photo of him was shirtless and the hard lines of his muscles almost made you drop the phone.
It was a photoshoot from a couple of years ago, his hair was messy and falling over his eyes. His hand behind his head, the other on his abs. He was squinting at the camera with a lopsided smile. The waistband of his Calvin Klein’s peeking out of his low hung jeans, leaving nothing to your imagination.
Your eyes raked up his abs to his pecs then his neck and finally landed on his biceps. You bit your lower lip as you saw the faintest hint of a tattoo on his shoulder. It wasn’t fully visible which you thought was the appeal, leaving them wanting more and whatnot.
Another swipe brought you a photo of him with a redheaded woman with his arms around her shoulders while she buried her face in his chest and he kissed her forehead.
One more swipe, one more photo of him with a different woman. This time with a blonde and they were stepping out of a limousine. You swiped again and this time he was with a black haired woman, eating ice cream on the pier like he was straight out of a romcom.
You rolled your eyes and swiped again only to be met with another photoshoot of him completely shirtless in bed and covered in lipstick marks.
It would have you dripping if you hadn’t seen the million photos with different women he had before this.
Another rich kid with daddy’s money who thinks he can sleep with anyone he wants.
“Ahem,” Andy coughed. “My phone please,” he grinned.
“Um yeah,” you shook your head and handed him back his phone.
“So?”
“So he’s a spoiled rich kid who has never had to work a day in his life to earn money. So he does shirtless photoshoots every once in a while just to boost his ego or maybe get more people to sleep with him in case the rich thing doesn’t work,” you scoffed.
“Or the abs thing or the biceps thing or the hair thing,” Andy went on.
“Andy,” you sighed, shutting the cap of your highlighter. “He’s a client I’m supposed to interview and you’re supposed to take photos of. Nothing else.”
“Do you think I could convince Linda to let me take shirtless photos of him?” Andy asked.
“Sure buddy,” you smiled at him before pulling out the tube of lip gloss from your purse to touch up your make up.
“You ready?” Andy checked.
“Let’s do this,” you took a deep breath and dabbed your lips before getting out of the car.
You entered the building with Andy following behind you, holding his camera equipment. The two of you made your way towards the front desk when Andy suddenly whined out loud, making you look back at him.
“What?” You asked.
“I forgot the extra reels in the car, go ahead I’ll catch up,” he muttered, handing you his tripod and jogged back towards the parking lot.
You shrugged and watched him run behind you through the glass doors. It wasn’t until your mindless steps caused the tripod –much taller than you to collide with someone that you finally looked.
“Oh my god!” You exclaimed, looking at the man clad in a tailored suit. He quickly tipped his head back and covered his nose with his hand before letting out a string of curses. “Sorry I wasn’t looking! Are you okay?”
He finally looked down at you and his sharp blue eyes quickly turned softer, any hint of annoyance he might have had suddenly gone.
“A pretty little lady like you just broke my nose, the pleasure is all mine,” he grinned and leaned down to offer you his free hand.
“Oh um,” you blushed and collected your things in one hand before accepting his handshake. “I’m sorry,” you repeated and rummaged through your purse to pull out a tissue.
The man stayed leaning back and you stood on your tippy toes to press the tissue to his nose to stop the bleeding.
“That’s bleeding oh my god you’re bleeding,” you swallowed.
“It’s okay I’ve had worse,” he replied in a muffled voice due to half of his face still being covered.
“Um, I'll pay for the medical expenses!”
“That’s okay pretty,” he chuckled. “You can, however, pay me back with your phone number.”
“What?” Your eyes widened as you saw him pull out his phone. “Are you serious? I broke your nose and you’re asking for my number? Do you have a concussion?”
“Maybe your beauty has just hypnotised me,” he grinned through the blood now coming onto his lips.
“Hey!” Andy called out, running up to you. “Everything okay?” He checked and looked between you and the man.
“I broke his nose,” you sheepishly replied, “Let me call 911,” you pulled your phone out but the man suddenly grabbed your wrist, causing you to pause.
“I told you I’m fine, it’s probably not even broken anyway,” he shook his head.
“I can’t just leave you like this!” You protested.
“I told you how you can repay me,” he shrugged and just as you were about to reply, Andy’s phone went off.
“Shoot we’ll be late,” he muttered and took the tripod from your hands. “Come on.”
“I-” You glanced between the man and Andy who was now running towards the elevator. “I’m sorry I have a really important meeting,” you apologised and rummaged through your purse again to grab something.
That something turned out to be a wrinkled 20 dollar bill that you pressed in the man’s palm. “There you go!” You called out before running after Andy.
“Our first day here and you’ve already made an impression,” Andy chuckled, pressing the button for the floor you were supposed to meet the Waynes at.
“Gosh it’s my first cover story Andy and I’ve already injured someone. I can't do this,” you gasped once inside the elevator.
“Hey,” Andy’s voice turned softer as he looked at you. “I know you and you’re an amazing writer, you will ace this. You already apologised and offered to pay and he didn’t want it, what else could you have done?”
You sighed, “I think I’m just nervous.”
“And it’s natural, just remember Dick Grayson is waiting in that room,” Andy grinned.
“Fuck off!” You laughed and elbowed him in the stomach.
“Ready?” Andy checked once the elevator came to a stop.
“Ready,” you nodded and stepped out of the elevator and into the office area.
You and Andy approached the front desk where Bruce Wayne’s assistant was sitting and flashed your ID cards at her, indicating that you were from the magazine for the interview.
She gave you a practiced smile and asked you to follow her to Bruce’s office. You two waited outside for a minute while she went inside and informed him about your arrival.
“I’ll be right here if you need anything,” she told you before stepping away from the double doors so you could go in.
“Thank you,” you smiled at her in return before closing the doors behind you and Andy.
The room was polished and squeaky clean. In fact, you could probably see your own reflection if you looked at the marble floors hard enough. There was a lounge area with a white couch and matching chairs along with a coffee table in the corner of the room. The massive space was however mostly filled out by a big desk in the middle of the room, pushed a bit towards the back wall that had tall bookshelves. There was a family portrait of Bruce Wayne and his parents you had guessed -right behind his desk chair.
You gave the room a once over before your eyes landed on everyone in the room and you realised just who you were interviewing.
There were four men currently in the room along with one woman. One glance at her told you she was supposed to be Bruce’s adoptive daughter, Cassandra and her face told you she looked harmless enough.
What unnerved you were the men. Clad in suits.
The ratio was way off, you had never been around this many strange rich men alone before this and the fact that they were all wearing suits wasn’t really helping you.
It was a fine enough idea in practice but to actually be here on your own for a cover story of Gotham’s Royalty was beginning to dawn on you.
Your eyes drifted towards the chair Bruce was sitting in right behind his desk, clad in a grey and black suit sans the tie. His eyebrows were sharp, almost giving you the impression that he was mad but apparently that’s just how he looked.
Your gaze shifted towards his left and landed on a much much smaller boy sitting on a stool next to Bruce. He was wearing a green turtleneck under a brown suede jacket and his hair was standing straight in spikes, you guessed he was the youngest because of the sheer size of him so he must be Damian.
Behind him on the windowsill, sat another boy slightly bigger than Damian. He wore a red shirt with a black blazer as he perched on the windowsill with an iPad in his hand. Timothy, the second youngest.
Next was the boy in a leather jacket and dress pants who was sitting on an armchair next to his sister –Cassandra. He was busy in a conversation with her as they both kept talking over each other. You guessed he was Jason based on the leather jacket and the white streak in his hair that you’d read about once.
One of them was missing.
You didn’t get the chance to dwell on it though because Andy gave you a sharp pat on the back, urging you to talk.
“Hello!” You blurted out then side eyed Andy. “We’re here for the interview, pleased to meet you,” you smiled, introducing yourself and holding your hand out for Bruce Wayne to shake.
He got up from his desk and shook your hand with a less stern expression than before, “Bruce Wayne,” he nodded.
“Andrew,” Andy added, shaking his hand as well.
Bruce walked over to the couch with such an effortless grace in his body it was almost chilling. But he was born into this life, he probably had to learn how to do the rich people walk when he was probably three years old.
He gestured for you and Andy to join him and you quickly obliged, taking a seat on one of the chairs.
“Shall we begin?” You asked, pulling out your tape recorder and notebook.
“One of my sons is late, he’ll be here in a minute I’m sure,” Bruce said.
“Oh we can go over the basics until then?” You offered. “Just to prep you.”
“Sure,” he nodded and leaned back, spreading his arm over the backrest.
“Can you tell me yours and your family’s name?” You read from the list of questions in front of you and almost cringed at how it sounded but you were advised to always ask basic and easy questions first to get the interviewee in the zone –according to Linda, your boss.
“I’m Bruce Wayne, owner of Wayne Enterprises. I have four sons and a daughter. Richard, Cassandra, Jason, Tim and Damian. In that order,” came his curt response.
“I’m the only blood son,” Damian chimed in. “You should specify that.”
“Everyone knows that twat, you keep saying it every chance you get,” Jason rolled his eyes.
Before Damian could come up with a harsher quip, the door swung open and stepped in Richard. Your eyes instinctively went to his face which was set in a hard expression –jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowed, lips pursed.
His large frame was covered with black dress pants, perfectly tailored to fit him just right. He was wearing a light blue dress shirt over it, tucked neatly in his pants. The top two buttons were undone showing just a glimpse of his muscular chest. His suit jacket was draped over his forearm in a wrinkled heap.
You were beginning to understand how he got so many partners.
“Dick you’re late,” Bruce’s voice echoed.
“Yeah sorry,” he sighed a reply and walked over to the windowsill beside the couch and leaned back on it. “Had an accident,” he added and finally looked down at you.
His furrowed brows suddenly turned softer, giving his eyes a look of relief as his jaw involuntarily unclenched and morphed into an easy smile.
“Well hello there,” he smiled at you.
“Hi,” you shook yourself out of your trance and greeted him, “You must be Richard.”
“Please call me Dick.”
“Richard’s fine,” you corrected, causing Jason to let out a whistle.
“Why do you have blood on your shirt?” Cassandra asked Dick.
“Ran into someone,” Dick replied and wiped his nose with a tissue, eyes never leaving yours.
That’s when the realisation dawned on you that it was Richard Grayson whose nose you broke.
Your eyes widened and with the way Dick was smirking he knew you finally caught on.
Your eyes went even more wide when you realised you not only broke his nose but also handed him a twenty dollar bill.
The same Richard Grayson who was quite literally a millionaire. Richard Grayson who you were supposed to be seeing almost every day for a week (more than that if needed).
How badly did you even want this job anyway? Sorting mail at the Daily Planet was surely better than your nightmare unfolding right in front of you.
“Oh my god,” you muttered under your breath, eyes still blown wide and staring at Dick.
“You okay?” Tim asked you.
“Yeah sorry,” you replied, quickly recovering from the moment’s mortification.
It was okay. It would be okay. You would apologise to Dick, offer to make it up to him so you could do your job and it would be OKAY. Because just the thought of going back to eating instant noodles for dinner three days in a row was enough to make you shake in fear.
You blinked once before your eyes found their way back to Dick who was now staring at you with his head tilted to the side, hands stuffed in the pocket of his pants while that infamous Dick Grayson smirk stayed prominent on his rosy lips.
“Pathetic,” Damian scoffed from the armrest of the couch, making your eyes widen.
“Sorry?” You asked in disbelief, looking at the scowling boy.
“Ignore him, he sniffs glue,” Jason drawled.
“He what-” You asked again, eyes going wide in complete confusion and surprise.
“He doesn’t, Jason is just a dick,” Tim rolled his eyes and plopped down next to Bruce on the couch.
“Hey don’t use my name as an insult,” Dick frowned from his perch on the windowsill.
Damian in response reached over Cassandra’s lap and flicked Jason’s forehead causing him to gasp in disbelief before he flicked Damian back on the nose.
Soon enough they were both giving each other light smacks over Cassandra’s lap before Dick finally grabbed the collar of Damian’s jacket and pulled him back.
“Cut it out!” Dick’s voice boomed, suddenly turning four octaves deeper.
His deep voice in that tone made you cross your legs despite yourself as you bit your lower lip and tried to stop your mind from going places that included Dick and his sexy voice murmuring things in your ear that would have you panting under different circumstances.
This is not what you should be thinking about right now.
“Sorry, please go on,” Dick turned towards you and flashed you another one of his smiles.
“Right um, Mr. Grayson-”
“Dick.”
“Richard,” you reiterated, causing Cass and Tim to snicker among themselves. “It says you’re a philanthropist in Blüdhaven?”
“Yeah I’m kinda everywhere,” he chuckled.
“What do you mean?”
“I do own an apartment there but I’m also here in Gotham most days,” he shrugged like it was normal to have multiple homes in different cities.
“Wow,” you muttered before you could stop yourself. “Rich people are just so troubled aren’t they?”
You saw Dick visibly retreat into the curtains as his face began turning pink.
You sure as hell wouldn’t apologise for that comment.
“Mr. Wayne,” you began, looking at Bruce now. “What do you have to say in response to people recently claiming that you and your family don't use your wealth to help the citizens of Gotham?” you asked, reading from the notes.
“I would say we’re always working on doing more for the community, giving the city back in every single way we can. Martha Wayne foundation has been working hard with the homelessness issue the city deals with and we’re working each day to make it better.”
You nodded in response and quickly scribbled everything down while Andy flashed a few candid shots.
“Mr. Todd-”
“For fuck’s sake please it’s Jason,” Jason cringed and you decided to stick with first names, refusing to go through the same thing over and over.
“Sorry,” you mumbled, a slow blush creeping over your face at Jason smirking at you. “Erm Jason, it says here that you-”
“Died? Yeah I did,” he clicked his tongue.
You stared at him with wide eyes but he just laughed in response, causing you to bite the inside of your lip in anxiousness.
They weren’t making this easy.
“Dude,” Dick muttered to Jason.
“Anyway,” you let out and turned towards Bruce instead and read off the questions submitted by people out loud without checking it first, “Mr. Wayne, your image as Gotham’s most eligible bachelor has been intact for years now, long before you even had children, do you…” you trailed off, eyebrows nearly shooting to your hairline at the intrusive question.
“Oh I’m sorry,” you quickly reiterated, “I don’t know why that was a question, you don’t have to answer that it’s so rude.”
Bruce’s lips twitched in response as his shoulders sagged which you took as a smile. He leaned forward and you straightened up as he looked directly at you with such intensity you could cry.
“Are you new?” He asked with a whisper of your name.
“Y-yeah I moved here from Metropolis, I was an intern at the Daily Planet,” you swallowed.
“Well,” he began. “You should know that’s all that anyone’s ever been interested in when it comes to Bruce Wayne.”
“I didn’t mean-”
“I know.”
“Sorry let’s start again I’m sorry,” you shook your head.
“You don’t need to apologise so much,” Jason pointed.
“Right. Sorry,” you replied. “Shit,” you cursed before the realisation caused your eyes to widen at what you just said. “I didn’t mean to swear I mean- like not shit shit just. God I’ve said it again now I meant-”
“Do you have the afternoon off?” Bruce asked suddenly, cutting you off.
“Y-yeah,” you replied with a gulp.
“I have a meeting I need to attend. We can stick to writing about the work we do here and taking photos around the building for today if that’s okay with you.”
You knew what he was doing. And you weren’t too proud to not accept his offer.
“That works perfectly, thanks!” Andy quickly replied and grabbed your hand, practically dragging you out of the office.
“What’s going on with you!?” He whisper-yelled once you reached the elevator. “You never mess up like that!”
“I don’t know!” You cringed and covered your face with your hands.
“You broke Dick Grayson’s nose!” He exclaimed.
“I didn’t know!” You cried. “I’m so getting fired.”
“Wait up!” You heard someone call out from behind you.
You turned around and saw Dick, jogging towards you.
“Fuck he wants to fire me,” you muttered to Andy.
“Be cool,” he replied.
“Hi,” Dick grinned, stopping right in front of you.
“Hi?” You replied with a confused expression.
Great, now a man who has never had to work a day in his life was going to fire you and there was nothing you could do about it. It was going to do wonders for your ego.
“So you want someone to show you around the office? Everyone else will be in the meeting,” he offered.
“You’re not here to fire me?” You asked before you could stop yourself.
“Fire you?” Dick laughed. “Why would I fire you?”
“Because I broke your nose,” you grimaced.
“I told you, I’m fine,” he shrugged, offering you a practiced charming grin that he probably used to get out of all sorts of trouble.
“We would love it if you could show us around,” Andy went on before you could reply, earning a stomp of your heel on his shoe.
“Mr. Wayne has asked for Mr. Andrew to be present for the meeting in the conference room to take photos,” Bruce’s assistant popped her head out of the glass doors and smiled at Andy.
He grinned at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes that you couldn’t decode. With a quick wave of his hands, he was off. Leaving you all alone with nothing but the anxiety in your stomach and a very handsome Dick Grayson.
“Let’s start our tour then,” Dick nodded and pressed a button on the elevator.
Once inside, he stood near the panel with you on the opposite wall.
He leaned back with one hand in the pocket of his pants, the other toying with his bottom lip that sported a lazy grin while his eyes were busy going up and down your frame.
His gaze took all of you in, beginning from your heels to the top of your stockings to the hem of your skirt to finally the littlest cleavage he could see in the fitted dress shirt you wore which clinged to your waist like a second skin.
You swallowed and clutched your folder tighter around your torso as if to shield yourself from his piercing gaze.
“Nice glasses,” Dick commented.
“Thanks,” you replied in a low voice and pushed them up your nose.
“Suit your face pretty well,” he went on.
“That’s why I chose them,” you bit your bottom lip to stop a smile from spreading on your face in case it gave him the wrong idea.
“You’ve got great taste then,” he said next.
“You could say that,” you nodded.
The elevator stopped, indicating that you had arrived on your floor. Dick gestured for you to step out first with a wave of his hand then followed behind.
“This is the front desk as you would have guessed, you spent quite a time here today,” Dick said, eyeing you with amusement.
“Right,” you replied and avoided his gaze.
“So,” Dick began, walking beside you towards the fountain in the centre of the building. “You drink coffee?”
“Yeah?” You replied in confusion.
“Wanna get one with me?” He offered.
“Oh no thanks,” you gently turned him down. “That’s nice of you.”
“Are you sure? I did get twenty dollars richer today," he pressed and flashed the said bill in front of you.
You felt your entire face heat up at that as you looked down at your heels clacking against the polished floor. “I think we got off on the wrong foot.”
“It was perfectly on the right foot,” Dick argued. “Story of a lifetime, a pretty girl hit me in the face. Believe it or not, that doesn’t happen a lot.”
“I’m sure, Richard,” you held yourself back from rolling your eyes at his ego. You were supposed to be making amends with him, not let his ego piss you off.
“It’s Dick,” he corrected again.
“I would assume that’s a nickname and nicknames are reserved for friends, we are just coworkers for the week. So I’d rather call you Richard,” you explained.
“Extreme technicality," Dick mused. “But no, everyone calls me Dick even the people I don’t know, I haven’t gone by Richard since I was four and my mom called me that every time I pissed her off,” he chuckled.
“Must have been a lot then,” you muttered and fortunately, he didn’t hear you. Or he did and decided to ignore it.
You gnawed on your bottom lip and eyed his handsome face before letting out an exasperated breath. “Okay, Dick.”
“There it is!” He beamed.
“How do you even get ‘Dick’ from Richard,” you asked, looking at him from the corner of your eyes as you two continued to walk around.
“Well you ask really really nicely,” Dick smirked.
“What- Oh,” you groaned. “That’s not what I meant.”
“I’m greatly offended now and the only way you’ll get me on your good side is by agreeing to get coffee with me.”
“You’re manipulating me,” you narrowed your eyes at his smug face.
“One of my many talents,” he replied.
“Do you flirt with everyone like this?” You asked with a raise of your eyebrow.
“Only with people who break my nose,” he quipped.
“Wow,” you mused.
“Is it working?” He asked.
“Not in the least,” you clicked your tongue and swallowed the profanities threatening to spill out from you.
You were supposed to be professional here and he wasn’t even taking you seriously. You clutched the folder in your hands tighter as you recalled that his response to you hitting him in the face was a pick up line.
He hadn’t even assessed the injury before a flirty comment left his pretty mouth. You felt yourself getting mad at the permanent smirk on his face because he knew exactly what it did and he was trying it on you and it wasn’t exactly not not working on you.
“Damn it,” Dick huffed dramatically.
“You know you’re supposed to be showing me around so I can write about the work environment here,” you reminded him.
“You’re right,” Dick agreed. “Let’s begin at the food court where we can get that coffee we talked about.”
“Cheap food court coffee, really Mr. Grayson?” You chided with a click of your tongue. “I’d have assumed you had a black Amex or something.”
“I'm saving that for Friday when we go on our date,” he shrugged.
“Oh, our date on Friday! Right,” you nodded along.
“See? We’re already on the same page.”
“Dick,” you said, making him look at you. “What are you doing?”
“Asking you out on a date,” he smiled, popping those dimples.
“And I’m politely rejecting you.”
“Why?” He frowned.
“Why? Because I don’t want to,” you shrugged.
“Give me a reason.”
“There’s no reason Dick. Believe it or not, women can be immune to your charms,” you rolled your eyes, getting irritated at his ego.
“That hasn’t happened yet,” he mumbled.
“I’m sure,” you scoffed lightly. “We need to get back to work because I do have to work to make money.”
“Right,” he replied with a light shrug but on the inside, Dick was spiralling.
He stood frozen for a beat and eyed as you effortlessly chatted and smiled at the receptionist and he couldn’t for the life of him understand why you didn’t smile at him like that.
Instead he got an eye roll and a scoff.
He wasn’t the womanising ‘ladies man’ the media made him out to be. Every single shot of him that paps got with different women were often his friends –including Barbara and Steph. Those photos were posted online with extremely creative headlines which Dick always laughed at, often with Barbara and Steph.
But he also knew that he didn’t have a problem talking to people –everyone knew that. He had always loved talking to people, ever since he was a kid in the circus. He was often found talking to strangers and with his need to always put on a charming performance, people liked him back.
So when he got the feeling that for some reason you didn’t, he didn’t know how to take it.
Especially when he was quite taken by you. By your glasses and the way your skirt ended just above your knees, short enough to show the lace hem of your see through stockings.
Your glossy lips along with the stick peeking out of your perfectly done bun. He didn’t want to feel attracted towards two strands of hair falling on your face but he did and he sure as hell wouldn’t apologise for that.
And for whatever reason, his usual smiles didn’t work on you. Not even for a coffee.
He had thought it was the embarrassment of the accident you two had but clearly you didn’t seem like the type to dwell on things.
Surely it couldn’t be him.
He was a well liked and a quite attractive man and he wouldn’t deny that.
The whole day he tried shrugging it off. He told himself that you were probably just stressed or that you didn’t know him well enough that’s why you had turned him down. Or that maybe he had come on a bit too strong.
Either way he was going to make it right and he would earn a smile from you in return.
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The sound of soft snoring filled your ears in the early morning hours as sunshine peeked through the blinds in sharp slants, falling right over Jason’s face.
You squirmed in Jason’s grip and tried to turn around to face him but he tightened his arm around you. Sensing by the softness of his breathing against your neck, you could tell he wasn’t even awake yet.
With a quick huff, you grabbed his wrist –your nails digging into his skin as you loosened his grip just enough to turn around so you were face to face with him.
Jason slept soundly with his hair falling over his forehead almost coming down to his nose with how long it had gotten. A frown prominent on his face due to the sunshine hitting his eyes and forehead. The pout on his puckered lips made a small smile appear on your own face as you raised your hand up towards the frown lines on his forehead and smoothed your fingertips over his hair, brushing the white tuft back so you could see his face properly.
Jason groaned and jerked his head lightly and pulled you even closer until your nose was touching his chin.
“Jay,” you whispered, drawing shapes on his chest with your painted nail.
“Shh,” he grumbled.
“Come on baby it’s 9 already,” you coaxed.
“Too early,” he mumbled in a voice laced thick with sleep.
“It’s not,” you giggled, pulling yourself up so you could see his face again.
“It’s Sunday please,” he almost whined.
“Okay you can sleep in, just let me go,” you offered.
“No you’re my snuggle bunny,” he replied, putting his leg over your hips as if to cage you.
“Jason,” you giggled, pushing at his chest but he didn’t budge.
“Go back to sleep.”
“I have to pee,” you groaned lightly.
“And?”
“And I’ll pee all over you if you don’t let me go,” you threatened playfully.
Jason opened one of his eyes in response and raised his eyebrow.
“No you freak!” You let out a laugh and pushed his face away.
“Hold it in then.”
“I’ll get a UTI if I hold it in then we won’t be able to have sex for three years,” you stated, half joking but it was enough for Jason to loosen his grip on you.
You got off the bed and chuckled on your way to the bathroom while he kept mumbling something about choosing death again over not being able to fuck you for three years.
When you opened the bathroom door after you were done with your toothbrush in your mouth, you spotted Jason now out of bed and standing near the window as he stretched his body. The scars on his back flexing with every stretch of his muscles, almost making you drool.
His hair messily fell over his head as he yawned loudly and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before he made his way towards you to the bathroom. He pressed a kiss to your cheek from behind and grabbed his toothbrush and began brushing his teeth next to you.
Your eyes met his through the mirror and he gave you a wink when he saw your eyes landing on his abs that he was currently scratching. You twisted his nipple in response, causing him to recoil and yelp before you rolled your eyes at him but he only wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close to him as you two brushed your teeth in silence.
When you were done, Jason turned you around with firm hands on your hips and sat you down on the counter so he could kiss you properly because you were always the one who insisted on not giving him a full kiss so early in the morning.
His hands lightly touched your waist as his mouth moved languidly against yours, exploring it like he might have already forgotten. His lips tasted like mint as you bit his lower lip softly, causing him to let out a shaky whimper but it only egged him on. He groaned lightly and leaned even closer like he could melt into your skin until your back collided with the cold mirror.
“Okay,” you giggled, pushing him away with your palms flat on his chest.
“What?” he asked in a soft voice and stepped closer again but you shushed him with a finger on his lips.
“I need to take a shower and start my day,” you said, hopping off the counter. “No funny business.”
“What about sexy business?” Jason asked with a lopsided grin.
“Get out,” you grumbled, pushing him out of his own bathroom.
“Fine I’ll go for a run,” he rolled his eyes. “I’ll bring coffee on the way back.”
“This is why I love you,” you smiled up at him and wrapped your arms around his waist so your chin rested on his chest while you looked up at him.
“Not enough to let me kiss you properly,” he huffed.
“I’m not making out with you at 9 in the morning. We have things to do,” you shook your head with a low chuckle.
“What about at 10?”
You pretended to contemplate his response for a second before pressing a chaste kiss on his bare chest. “Make it 10:30.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” he smirked and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead and then nose before untangling himself from your arms.
You tilted your head to the side and shamelessly gawked as your boyfriend took off his sweatpants to put on a pair of black briefs. His eyes landed on you just when he was pulling his track pants up, adjusting himself slightly. He playfully scowled at you biting your lip.
“My girlfriend is sexualising me,” Jason mumbled and shook his head.
“With that ass, what do you expect?” You shrugged.
“I feel violated,” he said lowly and pulled a tank top over his torso.
“You will feel a lot more if you don’t leave in the next five minutes,” you challenged.
“Jesus okay,” Jason chuckled and grabbed his shoes.
He gave you a quick kiss and squeezed your ass once, causing you to yelp and smack his chest before he walked out, leaving you all alone in his apartment.
You made the bed and decided to do a bit of tidying up around his living space because frankly Jason didn’t care if he put his half opened book on the coffee table or if one of his socks sat just near enough to the hamper but never inside.
Jason wasn’t a messy person by any means, he liked to keep his place neat. But it wasn’t clean. He had his own version of keeping his place messily neat. Like his clothes from the night before always sat on the beanbag chair in his small apartment. It was their designated spot. Just like his reading glasses that always sat out of their case and on his nightstand.
He knew where his stuff was but it wasn’t organised so you took it upon yourself to tidy up his desk and dust off his bookshelf.
After you were done, you made your way to the bathroom to take a shower but the second you took your clothes off and saw the red spot covering your panties, you groaned.
Your discomfort soon turned into panic when you realised you were at Jason’s apartment and you didn’t have any pads or tampons or even your painkillers here.
Great.
You sighed and chewed on your bottom lip as you eyed your phone and contemplated calling Jason.
He wouldn’t judge you and he would be happy to help yet it still worried you but since you had no other option, you grabbed your phone and dialled Jason and sat down on the closed toilet lid.
“Hey,” Jason panted into the phone –stopping his run you were guessing.
“Hey so,” you began.
“What’s up?” He asked, voice already sounding skeptical like he was ready to fly to your rescue.
“I got my period…” You trailed off and waited for a beat for his response to come and when it didn’t you started almost panicking. “I don’t have any pads here and I’d go get them myself but I’m kinda stuck in your bathroom so I can’t go. I’m sorry-”
“Babe you sound like you’re asking me to disarm a bomb,” Jason interrupted you. “Of course I’ll get them, give me ten minutes.”
“Okay thank you,” you breathed out.
“I’ll call you when I get to the pharmacy,” he replied before hanging up.
While you waited for Jason to call you, you took a warm shower –using Jason’s pine scented body wash that smelled way too good. You got dressed in fuzzy pyjamas and one of Jason’s sweatshirts that smelled of clean laundry detergent and home. Because he always smelled so good.
You grabbed a book and settled on the couch with a hot water bottle, cocooning yourself under a blanket as you got prepared for the cramps that were about to hit you soon.
Soon enough, your phone started ringing and Jason’s name flashed on the screen. You picked it up with a smile but the panic in his voice when he said your full name –not your nickname that he called you or doll or baby or any other term of endearment, it was your name, that worried you.
“Jason breathe,” you coaxed.
“There’s so much stuff here. Soft whisper, dreamy blossoms, tender whispers. There’s choices too apparently what do you mean with and without wings?” Jason asked with sheer confusion mixed with panic in his voice.
You quickly muted the call and let out the loudest cackle known to mankind at the panic in his voice as he read the names of pad and tampon companies out loud.
“Jay baby,” you began, biting your lower lip to stop yourself from laughing. “Okay do you see a pink box? It should say it has wings on it there’s a flower or two drawn on it.”
“Pink…” He muttered while looking for something matching the description you gave him. “I think I found it.”
“Okay now get the extra large ones,” you instructed.
“Extra large?!” Jason exclaimed. “There’s sizes? You have an extra large pussy? Is it because of me?” he rambled causing you to mute your phone once again so you could laugh.
“Baby you there?”
“Yeah sorry. I’ll explain when you get home just get those okay? And some ibuprofen.”
“People are staring at me,” he mumbled and you could practically hear the pout on his face.
You could imagine people’s confusion at a 6 feet and some inches tall man who was built like a tank and looked like he could kill you with his bare hands was buying pads.
“Well you did scream the word pussy just now,” you chuckled. “Ignore them.”
“Yeah, I’ll see you in a bit,” he said and hung up the phone.
You were in the middle of an old episode of Gilmore Girls when the front door opened and Jason stepped in. He took off his shoes near the door and took off his sweaty tank top before he appeared in front of you and perched on the coffee table with a paper bag in his hands.
“Okay so I googled and apparently coffee makes period cramps worse so I didn’t get it,” he began and rummaged through the bag. “I got you this smoothie instead, it has banana and spinach and kiwi in it. It’s supposed to be good for iron which you will lose a lot.”
“Jason-” you sat up straight to look into the bag but he kept talking.
“Your pads, ibuprofen,” he counted, slowly pulling out everything from the paper bag. “Oranges because you will need vitamins. Pomegranates –I’ll peel them for you don’t worry. Red Meat because again, you need iron. Vitamin supplements. Almonds and chocolate because you need magnesium. I also wanted to get some dairy for calcium so I got you yogurt, there’s blueberry, strawberry, mango and plain.”
“Jason!” You interrupted him louder than before and his head finally snapped up to look at you. “You didn’t have to do all this, I get my period every month baby I’m fine with just some painkillers,” you smiled and grabbed his hand, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles.
“But you will lose blood, a lot of it and you’ll lose iron and…” he trailed off with a small pout of confusion on his face. “So I guess you don’t need this?” he asked quietly and pulled out kale.
You couldn’t help anymore as laughter spilled out of you. At not just him holding a whole broccoli but also the expression on his face.
“You’re adorable oh my god,” you cooed and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you kissed his cheek.
“I’m not adorable,” he scoffed.
“You’re acting like I suffered haemorrhage,” you giggled again and planted more kisses on his neck.
“Well google said you lose a lot of blood like for seven days,” Jason responded.
“Jay honey, my love,” you pulled away and looked into his concerned eyes. “It’s how our bodies are made. It sucks like hell and it hurts like hell but I’ll be okay you didn’t have to get all of this stuff. Do you even know how to cook red meat?”
“How hard could it be?” He shrugged.
“I love you,” you snickered and kissed him on the lips which he gladly returned. “Thank you for the chocolate though.”
“Mhmm,” he hummed against your lips and chased your kiss again. “I believe it’s 10:30 is it not?”
“You’re a tad bit late,” you clicked your tongue, pulling away from him. “It’s now 10:53.”
“Damn it,” Jason cursed.
“Go take a shower,” you said to him and plucked the chocolate out of his hands.
“Okay I’ll peel you some pomegranate before I go,” he said but the mumble in his tone sounded more like he was saying that to himself instead of you.
“Okay bubs,” you smiled.
“Bubs?” he raised an eyebrow.
“Since you’re the cutest person ever, I need to give you cuter nicknames,” you shrugged, taking a bite out of the dark chocolate.
“Wait till your period is over,” he challenged.
“Ooh are you bringing Daddy Jay back to play?” You teased and trailed your foot up his arm until he grabbed it and planted a few kisses on your ankle before putting it down on his thigh.
“Only if you ask very very nicely,” he replied and began massaging your feet.
“I’ll ask on my knees, very nicely. You know how nice I can be don’t you Jay?” you breathed out and bit your bottom lip.
“Doll,” Jason warned. “How bad is your period, I’m not afraid of a little blood you know I see it every day-”
“I’m not getting a UTI because you’re horny Jason!” You snickered and threw an orange at him which he caught effortlessly. “Do you want to go three years without having sex with me?”
“I’m starting to believe thats a lie,” he frowned.
“It’s not I know about women and vaginas.”
“Okay…”
“Go shower now stinky,” you scrunched your nose and pushed him back with your foot.
“Okay I’m leaving,” he sighed and leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead.
When he was halfway to the bedroom, you called out his name.
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Jason Todd has been through so much in life. He has been poisoned, shot, stabbed, mugged, punched, kicked, literally been dead and resurrected.
And he had never once complained about it. He went out each night, fighting criminals to keep the city safe and he did it all without batting an eye.
However, having to face Roy in the living room had him taking deep breaths.
He was standing outside the bedroom in the hallway, counting his breaths while his girlfriend was in the bedroom, waiting for him to talk to her brother –his best friend.
Jason had a feeling that talking to him wasn’t on Roy’s radar for tonight. Unless it involved his fist and Jason’s face.
He took one last breath and made his way to the living room where Roy was standing with his arms crossed over his chest, looking like he was going to murder Jason the second he came in his line of sight.
“Hey,” Jason began, stopping before Roy but keeping appropriate distance between them in case he had to dodge a blow.
“Where’s my sister,” Roy asked in an urgent tone.
“She’s inside but just talk to me first okay?” He breathed out. “First of all, it’s not her fault. She tried to stay away but it was me, I sought her out over and over alright? So just don’t say anything to her.”
“So you forced her–?”
“Jesus no! She wants to be with me, voluntarily. The only reason she didn’t wanna go out with me was you,” Jason explained.
“I know this isn’t what you wanted and I know you want to protect her but you know me Roy. You know I’d rather die than let anything happen to her. I wasn’t fucking around when I said I love her. I do, I really really love her. I know you said you don’t care about that but she’s quite literally the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I know that I’m fucked in the head I know that. I just…” he trailed off, flexing his hands as he looked down at the hardwood floor.
“I’m happy when I’m with her and I understand I don’t deserve that but I’m selfish enough to take it anyway. And for some god forsaken reason she actually likes being around me. I don't want to take that for granted either.” Jason finished rambling, closing his eyes for a beat before he let them land on Roy who was now silent and staring at Jason without blinking.
“Say something,” Jason urged.
“She’s my only family,” Roy murmured.
“I know.”
“I don’t trust anyone but me to keep her safe. To keep her out of this,” Roy said.
“I–” Jason began but quickly shut his mouth when Roy glared at him.
“Let me finish,” Roy added. “I do know you and if there was anyone else I’d trust with her it would be you.”
Jason’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline at Roy’s response because he had half a more speech prepared and then some. He furrowed his brows in confusion but quickly brushed it off as he tried not to let a smile break out on his face.
“Just don’t make me regret it.” Roy muttered, making his way towards the freezer to pull out an ice pack but failed to find it.
Jason didn’t even have frozen peas or ice that Roy could wrap in a towel. All he had was a baby blue ice roller.
“I won’t, I promise,” Jason finally let himself smile and plopped down on the couch.
Roy picked it up and raised an eyebrow at him. “Seriously?”
“It’s your sister’s,” Jason flushed, taking the roller from his hands before pressing it to his cheekbone.
“How long?” Roy pressed, sitting down on the couch.
“Today is our one month anniversary,” Jason murmured, a faint blush creeping on his face.
“Jason Todd celebrating a one month anniversary,” Roy huffed out a laugh. “Who would have thought.”
“She can be really persuasive,” Jason shrugged.
“Boy you have no idea,” Roy let out a laugh before he straightened up completely and looked at Jason with alert eyes. “Wait why the hell were you naked when I came in?”
“I’m not sure you’d like the answer,” Jason chuckled nervously.
“Dude,” Roy cringed. “Have you two…?”
“So,” Jason began and got up from the couch. “You really don’t wanna know,” he added, bolting towards his bedroom as Roy chased after him.
“That's my sister you asshole!” Roy yelled, running after Jason who opened the bedroom door and climbed on the bed behind you.
“Your sister is my girlfriend,” Jason goaded, leaning down to reach your sitting form to press a kiss to your head.
“What is happening…?” You asked in confusion, looking between Jason who was standing on the bed and Roy who was in the doorway.
“You’ve had sex with him?” Roy asked in an exasperated tone as he eyed you with a fiery gaze.
“Noooooo,” you replied, standing up on the bed as well to hide behind Jason. “I’m a virgin.”
“Even you don’t believe that,” Jason chuckled, pressing you closer into his back with a hand on your waist.
“Oh my god!” Roy exclaimed suddenly. “Was that you? In his bedroom when Dick and I were on that mission? You gave him hickeys?” He cringed, voice going up a few octaves while his face turned a little green with nausea.
“Stop asking questions you don’t want the answers to,” you quipped, hiding your face in Jason’s bicep.
“You know what?” Roy began, sitting down on Jason’s desk chair. “It’s our anniversary now. I’m not leaving. Let’s have dinner then we will all have a sleepover, I’ll sleep in between you two okay?”
“Yeah, you’re leaving,” you declared, throwing a pillow at your brother.
“No I’m not,” Roy retorted.
“You already ruined one of my surprises, you will NOT ruin another!” You snapped, getting off the bed with a pillow in your hand as you lunged towards Roy.
You began hitting his head with the pillow, making him let out little yelps as he held your wrists but you kicked his shin, making the both of you tumble down on the floor. Your hands reached his face, pressing down on the side of his jaw as Jason stared at the both of you sparring on the floor in disbelief.
“Leave!” You exclaimed, twisting his wrist.
“Stop fucking my best friend,” Roy yelled back, twisting your ankle.
You let out a small scream, pinching the sides of his waist. Roy yelped in response and managed to wiggle out of your grip, leaving you panting on the floor as he dusted his clothes and ran to the doorway.
“Good luck,” he said to Jason before making his way towards the living room to leave.
“Yeah,” Jason muttered under his breath and got off the bed, coming to stand in front of you.
“I don’t know if I’m scared or turned on right now,” he admitted, hands coming to rest on your waist.
“Good,” you panted. “You should always be a little scared of me.”
“Yes ma’am,” he smirked, pressing his lips against your jaw. “Told you he’d come around.”
“What did you say to him?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his neck as he trailed kisses down your throat.
“Don’t worry about it,” he breathed out, finally kissing your lips.
You hummed against his mouth, letting him walk you two backwards until you fell on the bed with Jason on top of you.
“I love you,” he murmured against your lips.
You giggled and raked your hand through his hair which was still a bit damp from your interrupted bath.
He pressed hot kisses along the side of your throat, tugging down the sleeve of his t-shirt you were wearing to expose your collarbones where he kept giving you open mouthed kisses, occasionally biting and nipping.
“Jason,” you mumbled in an attempt to get him off you.
“Hm?” He hummed, lips still pressed to your throat.
“Jasonnn,” you whined and put your hands on his shoulders to push him back. “Come on! I made dinner, it'll go cold!”
“In a minute,” he murmured, pushing your shirt up so he could plant kisses on your stomach.
“Jay!” You huffed out a giggle which finally made him come up to face you again.
“You called me Jay,” he grinned.
“I’m sorry, do you not like it?”
“I love it,” he murmured. “I love you,” he said again, giving you a peck on the nose.
“I love you too,” you smiled, kissing him on the chin. “Now let’s go!” You clapped your hands together and practically dragged Jason outside with a grip on his wrist.
While you served the dinner, Jason went to the bathroom to take care of your unfinished bath as he blew out the candles and drained the water. You pulled out mismatched dishes from the cabinet, serving the pasta on them before setting them on the dining table next to the flowers Jason got you.
You rummaged through the cabinets again, looking for two wine glasses to pour wine into them but of course Jason Todd didn’t own wine glasses.
You sighed and poured the wine in two coffee mugs, putting them on the sides of your plates. As you lit the candles and dimmed the lights, Jason finally strolled into the kitchen with a lazy smile on his face as he sat down on one of the chairs, waiting for you.
You took a seat next to him with a smile on your face that you somehow just couldn’t get rid of but one look at Jason told you he was in the same position as his dimples stayed prominent on his cheeks.
Neither of you said anything as you ate. The low hum of the music playing in background was the only sound filling the small space.
Jason like the complete lovesick fool he was held up his own fork to your mouth, feeding you the pasta. He complimented you throughout the whole dinner, saying how it was the best meal he’s had in a long while.
By the time the third compliment hit, you rolled your eyes at him. It was a simple recipe in your opinion, even his little brothers could make that. But on the other hand, Jason ate instant ramen most days so a warm home cooked meal was probably his idea of heaven.
You were now in the kitchen after finishing dinner to clean up and load the dishwasher when Jason finally spoke up.
“Hey, what was the other surprise you were talking about?” He asked, leaning down to put another plate in the dishwasher.
You bit the corner of your lips and handed him the wine mug before wiping your hands on a paper towel.
“What?” Jason asked, eyeing you suspiciously as he closed the dishwasher and set the timer.
You suppressed a giggle before shrugging down the sleeve of the shirt you were wearing and pulled on the red lacy strap of the lingerie you had on underneath making Jason sputter out a cough.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he said before he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.
“Jay!” You giggled, clutching tightly at his torso.
“Enough distractions! You’re all mine now,” he declared and threw you on the bed before flopping down on top of you.
It was safe to say that it was going to be a very long night.
A whole month had passed since you and Jason began seeing each other. A whole month of sneaking in dates whenever you could –mostly at your apartment because Roy had a habit of popping up unannounced at Jason’s.
He stayed most nights with you, giving you endless kisses and mind blowing orgasms that always resulted in your body feeling boneless. Like your limbs were made of jelly.
He ended up scooping you into his arms and carrying you to the bathroom afterwards, helping you clean up before you two fell asleep on your narrow bed –which was barely meant to fit two people and with Jason’s six feet two frame it was nearly impossible.
But when he tangled his legs with yours and pressed his chest against your back, clinging to you like a koala, you made it fit. The arrangement even left some space on his side of the bed.
Yes his side because you two did that now apparently with your toothbrush at his apartment, his bathroom cabinet filled with your skincare items, shampoo and pads. Extra soft towels that he bought specifically for you, a whole drawer where you put your extra clothes.
Just like his old copies of books that always sat on your dresser along with his chain and bracelet when he spent the night. His hoodies in your closet (but that was mostly because you two shared them).
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 next 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.
Walking alone at night in Gotham city wasn’t your favourite thing to do, in fact you avoided it unless absolutely necessary much like today when your shift at the local cafe ended a bit later than usual.
It was one thing to be scared of the possible mugging and an entirely separate thing to have a vigilante brother drill into your head about how dangerous it is to roam around Gotham while he named several of the villains and what they did.
Your boots clacked against the wet sidewalk as you fastened your pace, hoping to get home as quickly as possible without running into any trouble.
Low vibrations of your phone in your pocket made you halt your steps but you ultimately decided to ignore it. Getting home was your priority currently, not replying to texts while walking in the dark.
When it dinged again for the tenth time, you groaned, pulling it out in case it was an emergency. Your eyes immediately rolled back when you saw the contact name “DON’T REPLY” flashing back at you.
Jason.
Fuck.
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.
The kitchen was cast in a soft glow of warm lighting –a stark contrast to the blindingly white fluorescents you were greeted with the second you stepped into your brother’s apartment.
Instead, you turned on a sole lamp in the kitchen along with a few candles before putting on some music to keep you company while you fixed yourself a sandwich.
You had come home from uni for the weekend (home in case being your brother’s two bedroom apartment), hoping to surprise said brother, forgetting momentarily that he wasn’t a normal brother and had his vigilante duties to take care of at night.
So you were greeted with an empty house and an even emptier kitchen, forcing you to cook for yourself. So much for a warm home cooked meal.
You were about to tear some lettuce when you heard it. The creaky living room window opening –the sound as familiar to you as your own voice. A faint thud followed after, immediately putting you on guard.
You immediately stood up straight, grabbing the nearest thing you could find –which was a wooden spatula– and prepared for the worst.
Roy would use the front door and not the window if he was coming home, meaning someone must have found where he lived and decided to break in while he was away. Which meant you were probably about to die very soon.
You held the spatula up and tip-toed outside, turning the corner to see a tall figure in the darkness of the apartment, wearing a black leather jacket and fitted pants with a holster around his waist –no doubt holding guns. His back was turned to you so you couldn’t see his face as you walked towards him with the stealth of a cat.
Unfortunately for you, he was quicker as he turned around when you were a mere step away and grabbed your arm with one hand, making you smack him on the head with the spatula with your free hand.
“Ow what the hell!” Said the mystery man, loosening his grip on you and bringing his hand up to the side of his face.
You shrieked and dropped the wooden spoon, turning around to run to the front door but the man was faster than you. He closed the distance between you both in one single stride and grabbed you from behind, picking you up so you couldn’t walk away.
“Let me go!” You protested, hitting his arms and kicking your feet out.
“Can you stop fucking screaming for a second!” The man yelled, walking you towards the wall where he flicked the light switch on and set you down, turning you around to face him.
“Jason?” You exclaimed, confused.
“Yes! You hit me in the face,” he hissed.
“I thought you were an intruder!”
“And your choice of weapon was a spoon,” he echoed.
“Use the damn door next time,” you snapped, eyes running over his handsomely bruised face and the blood staining the side of his shirt. “Oh my god are you bleeding?” You gasped, stepping closer to his side.
He looked down and cursed lightly, sucking in a breath. “My stitches probably tore open.”
“Your what-”
“Roy patched me up and told me to come here and wait.”
“That doesn’t look okay oh my god,” you repeated.
“It’s fine,” he said in a shaky voice.
“Come here,” you rushed towards him and grabbed his arm, walking him to the bathroom.
“I can walk,” he muttered, snatching his arm away from you.
Okay well you deserved that.
Once in the bathroom, you gently pushed him down on the closed toilet lid, despite his grumbling protests, saying he didn’t need your help or you for that matter but one harsh glare from you had him shutting up.
“Take off your shirt,” you ordered, grabbing the antiseptic liquid from the cabinet.
“Funny how you were adamant that I don't take off my shirt last time I saw you,” he quipped but did as you asked.
“Shut up Jason,” you rolled your eyes, taking the liquid in a cotton ball before leaning down to look at his sweaty abs, currently slightly red with new blood trickling from his ripped stitches.
“This might hurt,” you informed, pressing the cotton ball to the wound.
Jason hissed through his teeth in response and gripped the counter next to him, eyes squeezed shut.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, rubbing the blood away.
“Just… be quick.”
You nodded and continued working in silence, giving him fresh stitches with practiced ease just as you had given to Roy countless times when he came home bleeding whenever you were around. You covered the stitches with gauze, securing multiple medical tapes around it so it could protect the stitches a bit better.
After you were done, you raised to your full height and grabbed a fresh cotton. You poured more antiseptic liquid on it before leaning down to press it against the bruises on Jason’s face.
“What are you doing?” He murmured, giving you a puzzled look when you grabbed his chin to look closely.
“You have cuts on your face too,” you informed, inspecting the cuts on his lip and cheekbone.
“It’s fine,” he retreated, shifting back.
“Don’t move,” you ordered again, hands coming up to hold his face again.
“Didn’t think you cared about what happened to my face,” Jason chided.
“It’s a very pretty face,” you whispered, dabbing the cotton on his cheekbone, making him suck in a harsh breath in pain –or something else.
“You can flirt with me, you can call me when you can’t fall asleep, you can kiss me when you have one too many drinks but you can’t go out with me. Got it,” Jason chuckled without any humour.
“Jason,” you sighed, hands dropping from his face.
You had been going back and forth with this. You and Jason have always had the type of relationship where you could flirtatiously banter with each other but it never went further than that because he was your brother’s best friend.
And Roy had said all his vigilante friends, especially the Wayne family vigilante friends, especially, especially Jason Todd, were off limits. Jason knew that too so he never crossed that boundary with you.
Except for that one drunken kiss you had shared with him two weeks ago when Roy had sent him to walk you home after a night of bar hopping with your girlfriends.
That kiss had only made your want, need for him worse.
Because you knew now how soft his lips felt against yours, how his hands rubbed up and down your back, how he nibbled on your bottom lip, how he whimpered against your mouth when you accidentally bit his lip a little too hard, how he leaned his face down to reach you because he was just that damn tall.
That night had shifted something in your relationship because you two began talking to each other more. He began calling you at late hours when he came home from patrol and you began sending him texts throughout the day about the most mundane things.
So you couldn’t really blame Jason for wanting something more with you.
But everything had come back to the fact you were Roy’s sister and he was his best friend, they were practically brothers. He was at your house every day for years before you finally left for college and stopped seeing him.
With a sigh, you tidied up the bathroom and went back out in the living room, helping Jason sit down on the couch. You handed him Roy’s clothes and eyed him as he contorted his face in a scowl because it hurt to raise his arms to put the hoodie on but of course Jason being Jason refused your help.
“Do you want a sandwich?” You asked, fidgeting with your fingers.
“Sure,” he mumbled and followed you into the kitchen.
You began working on another sandwich while Jason took perch leaning back on the counter next to you. His presence in the small kitchen made it look even smaller with how intensely he was looking at your every move.
“M’sorry,” he sighed, breaking the silence between you.
“For what?” You smiled, grabbing a knife to cut the crusts off your sandwich.
“What I said earlier,” he shook his head. “What are you doing?” he frowned watching the crust coming off your sandwich.
“I don’t like the crust,” you replied with a little shrug.
“You’re a grown adult, you know that right?”
“I just don’t like it,” you pouted. “My mom used to always cut them off, I still hate it. I can’t eat toast or sandwiches if they have a crust.”
“Huh,” Jason noted like he was saving the information and hopped on the counter completely, sitting back and grabbing the sandwich that you handed to him.
You sat down on the island opposite of him and nudged his bare foot with yours playfully.
“I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have kissed you,” you apologised earnestly, taking a bite out of your sandwich.
“I’m not, I’d have done it if you didn’t,” he shrugged, taking a bite out of the sandwich so casually like he hadn’t just made your breath get caught in your throat.
“Oh.”
Silence fell over you after that but it wasn’t an uncomfortable one like before. You cleaned up the kitchen and washed the dishes while Jason sat on the counter, looking at you with those painfully blue-green eyes that could practically melt you on the spot.
Roy came home soon after that and was pleasantly surprised to see you. He told Jason to crash on his couch for the night despite Jason’s protests and chants of “I’m fine.”
Roy ushered you in the spare bedroom –where you always stayed when you came over. He stood outside your door until you got settled inside and turned your lights off before he made his way to the living room to give Jason a warning glare.
Sister. Off limits. He mouthed to Jason, tossing a spare blanket and pillow at him before retreating into his bedroom. Jason’s response was a middle finger to him.
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For the next hour, you stayed in bed tossing and turning. Your mind clogged with the thoughts of a certain black haired sea colour eyed boy with the prettiest freckles that got darker every time he got flustered.
You thought about how defeated he had looked when you were patching him up and he had made that comment.
It was almost painful because you wanted more with him too. Of course you did, you didn’t know exactly when it happened but for years now, you were hiding your crush on Jason Todd from everyone, especially yourself.
And the fact that he made no effort to hide his attraction towards you just made you feel worse.
But you knew you couldn’t do that to your brother. He hadn’t even told you that he himself was a vigilante until you were about to leave for college just to keep you away from this lifestyle so even the thought of you and Jason being together would make him blow a blood vessel.
You couldn’t do that to him. You only had each other and if he wanted this one thing from you, you could sacrifice a little crush for that.
You let out a deep breath and got up from the bed, making your way to the kitchen.
You told yourself that it was because you were thirsty and NOT because you wanted to make sure Jason was sleeping comfortably on the couch.
In the dark hallway, you padded over to the living room. The only light coming in was from the little crack under the front door from the corridor outside. You glanced over to the couch for a beat just to see if Jason was in any discomfort but the way he was flopped on his stomach reassured you that he wasn’t.
So you made your way to the kitchen instead. Filling a glass of water, you leaned back on the counter, taking small sips.
When you turned around, Jason was standing in the doorway.
You jumped at his sudden appearance and put your hand to your chest. “God you scared me!” You whisper yelled.
“Why are you awake?” He asked, ignoring you.
“Couldn’t sleep,” you shrugged.
“Yeah? Me either,” he sighed, stepping closer to you.
“Are you in pain? Do you need a painkiller?” You asked, already on your way to the bathroom but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back, making you stand inches away from him.
“I’m fine,” he smiled, popping those impossibly cute dimples. “You’re cute when you’re worried about me.”
“Is that why you showed up bleeding and bruised?” You narrowed your eyes.
“It was worth it,” he shrugged.
You slapped his chest lightly and rolled your eyes, pretending to humour him when your mind was still fixated on the grip he had on your wrist.
“You should’ve gone to the batcave or something. I doubt my stitches will hold,” you said quickly, trying to change the subject.
“Maybe,” he nodded. “But Alfred doesn’t look nearly as hot as you do in shorts.”
“Jason,” you scowled, stepping away from him and pulling your shorts down.
“Relax,” he chuckled, reaching for you again.
You closed your eyes as you felt his knuckles brush your cheekbones, palm still lingering. You sighed and nuzzled into his warm hand, thinking of nothing but you and Jason in the moment.
“He’s a door away,” you murmured, opening your eyes but not making any effort to pull away.
“Mhmm,” Jason hummed in agreement, bringing his face closer to yours so the tip of your nose touched his.
“We shouldn’t do this,” you whispered, eyes going down at his pink bitten lips.
“Mhmm,” he hummed again before finally pressing his lips against yours.
You let your body melt into his the second his plush lips touched yours, goosebumps rising on your bare shoulders. He hummed softly before wrapping both his arms around your waist and molding his lips against yours in a way like he was made to kiss you.
He rubbed circles on the exposed part of your waist as he continued kissing you like it was the last time he would get to do so.
You brought your hands in his hair, gripping the strands and trying desperately to ignore the warning ringing in your voice telling you that your brother was in the next room.
You whimpered against his mouth as he bit your bottom lip, smoothing it over with his tongue. But it was enough to make you snap out of your daze as you pulled away, resting your forehead against his chin.
“I’m sorry,” you apologised. “I’m gonna go to bed.”
“Yeah me too,” he gulped, rubbing your back one last time before straightening you up.
“Good night Jason,” you sighed and made your way inside your bedroom, not even waiting for his reply.
contains: jason todd has an unhealthy crush on his best friend’s sister. she finds him irresistible. so naturally they begin dating in secret! suggestive, mentions of injuries, smoking etc mdni in general, req from my old account!
part one
part two
part three
part four
extras
dreamy blossoms (could be read as a standalone too!)
contains: dick grayson, bruce wayne’s son and, gotham’s golden boy. him and his reputation of being a ladies man comes hand in hand and he had no problem with it.
until he met you, a determined magazine reporter doing a cover story for his family and he has never been cared more about what his reputation might bring.
because dick grayson who’s never had a problem with asking people on a date can’t seem to crack you with his usual flirty smiles and charming attitude.
you with your glasses and sticks in your hair holding it perfectly and glossy lips that somehow only ever scowl at him.
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