"Is this a meet-cute?" PT.3
Hi! This is part 3 to my meet-cute series. You can find Part one here and part 2 here.
Thank you for reading </3
YOU stomp your way through the rest of the workday. But in the back of your mind, Jason lingers. You think that's probably one of the most adorable things that's ever happened to you. I mean.. He brought you picked flowers! And he was blushing at you! This six-foot-five man, all scarred up, looks like he kills (little did you know), was blushing at you.
Around four o’clock, you sneak back into the bathroom to fix yourself up for your date. You really hope he’s as respectful as he seems. But you never know in Gotham. (Your friends already have your location)
Jason stares at his motorcycle, standing down the street from the shop.
He forgot to tell you about this... Oh god.
And he didn’t get your number either. Oh god.
What if you just told him that you’d go to get him away from you… Oh no.
He picks at his cuticles as he stares at his reflection in the bike. He doesn’t cry, but he could cry right now because he’s so nervous. But before he can squeeze in another worry, he hears his name called.
“Hey Jason!” You wave from down the street.
He turns and looks at you. He waves, although his hand is shaking.
You walk down to him, and he takes a big, deep breath.
“You ride a motorcycle?” You put your hands on your hips.
“Oh- yeah. M’sorry I didn’t tell ya. Sorry.”
“No, it’s good! I used to ride with my dad, actually, so.. You got an extra helmet, right?”
Relief flows through him like a river. How could he be so lucky? What’s going on?
“That’s awesome! Yeah, here, let me help you.” He puts on your helmet and tightens it for you.
His fingers lightly brush against your neck, and you look up at his dark blue eyes.
“You have pretty eyes.”
Jason pauses, “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
… “Alright, um-” he clears his throat and mounts the bike. “Hop on.”
You swing your left over and wrap your arms around him.
“Whoa.” His abs are.. Like.. a Greek legend. You can feel them through his shirt. Damn!
“Whoa, what? Are you okay?” He looks back, helmet on.
“Oh! It’s just a nice bike. Yeah.”
“Thanks. Her name's baby.” He smirks before revving the bike, “Hold on.”
You arrive at a bar called the latest story. Inside, there’s a Jazz band playing, the music finding its way outside to the motorcycle. You hop off and take off your helmet. “Whoa.. this is a pretty cool place.” You look back at him as he takes the helmet from you, “I didn’t even know this place existed.”
“Well, I’m a Gotham native. You find the small spots are the best.”
He opens the door for you and takes you to a reserved booth.
“So - what’re you doing here in Gotham?” He asks over drinks.
“You don’t seem like the type to have lived here their whole life.”
You laugh softly and nod.
“Caught me. I moved here for school. I attend Gotham U.”
His eyes widen.. “How old are you, again?”
“23”
He sighs in relief.
“I’m going for my degree in social work.”
“Social work?” He asks, eyeing you from under his lashes. “In Gotham?”
“Yeah… it’s rough out here.”
“No shit. Look at you, putting your neck out for people in Gotham.”
Sounds a little bit like him.
“Well… I just wanna do what I can, y’know?”
“Yeah, you could say I do.”
“So, what do you do?”
He cracks a knuckle “Uh, y’know like private contracting for security.”
“Really? So like a bodyguard?”
“Yeah you could say that.”
“Maybe I should hire you when I go into crime alley.”
“You’d only need ask. I’ll be there.” He says more genuinue. “If you need it.”
The night carries on, you find out about nothing about him really, other then that he grew up in crime alley but was adopted. Again, little did you know.
After the date, he takes you home. He rests a hand on your knee during the ride at times. Just to remind him that something this good was actually happening to him.
He walks you to your door and hides his hands in his pockets.
“Well.. I had a lot of fun tonight. Thank you for letting me take you on a date.” He smiles softly.
“I had a lot of fun too! Can’t wait for a second.” You dig out your keys.
Second? Second. He did it.
“Okay um-”
“My number! Right!” You hold out your hand for his phone.
You key in the digits and hand it back.
Your contact is “Y/N 😝”
He smiles.
“Well, Goodnight.” He smiles and turns away as your door is unlocked.
“Wait!”
He turns his head, and your lips accidentally press against his.
You both pull back.
“Oops! Sorry I was trying to kiss your cheek but, hey that wasn’t so bad right?” You laugh nervously.
“No, No that was good. Uh, thank you.”
That night, the spark was officially lit.
