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A/N: i know i said that i felt like writing a toxic f1!driver!Jason, but my mind always reverts back to fluff and hurt/comfort. i can’t help it. :( So ENJOY <3 comment if your comfortable, let me know your thoughts, and please check out the art that inspired this fic (F1 Driver, F1 Driver Pt.2 and F1 Driver Pt.3) i’m proud of how everything came together \(^~^)/ ALSO I SEE THOSE OF U WHO SPAM LIKE, REBLOG, OR COMMENT ON ALL MY WRITING (I LOVE ALL OF YOU) it makes me geek out fr
The story will continue! So please wait for a pt. 2 cause i love these two idiots HEHEHE
Tags: banter, agonizing fluff, hurt/comfort, strangers to friends to lovers, sudden roy harper appearance???,
Word Count: 3.7k
The lights were bright, rapid flashes brightening every angle of Jason’s face as he stood in front of multiple cameras.
His sweat pricking his forehead and running down the sides of his face, shimmering from the light, making him even more attractive as he finally felt the sun on his skin after a race.
His racing helmet clasped in his hand, towel in the other, dabbing at the sides of his neck. His hair perfectly messy from his win.
Fans screaming his name, reporters trying to get his attention. A man finally stopping him in his tracks, shoving a microphone closer to him, surpassing those who were also trying to talk to the star in question.
“Jason, we have seen your name repeatedly throughout racing legacies, what’s the secret to having such a great career?”
Jason continued to walk again, waving at fans, effortlessly pleasing the crowd one look at a time. The reporters and photographers following him like pigeons flocking to food on the ground. Shouting to repeat his name.
After dabbing his towel to his face, he turned back to look at the interviewer. A sparkle in his eyes.
“You’re lookin’ at him. What else do I need?” Jason smugly smiled, briefly making eye contact with the interviewer as he spoke, the interviewer’s face slightly reddening. Giving his classic swoon worthy smirk, fans erupting behind him trying to get a glimpse.
Just another day as one of the world’s best racer.
——
Jason had arrived late, his ball cap worn nicely on his head, his classic Red Bull uniform snug around his fit physique.
Bright lights burned down on him, giving the cameras the best lighting. Jason’s flaws were being watched like a hawk, ready to be shown, but he confidently walked to the microphones.
He let out his signature smile, a quick wink to the nearest interviewer, tapping the microphone in front of him.
Repeated thump thumps echoed through the speakers as he sat down, his management team not far off the stage as he took one of the two seats. The other driver no where in sight, his bright orange hair nonexistent next to Jason. The iconic duo not yet together.
Multiple hands raised, ready to ask Jason any big questions they had been saving for the past twenty minutes until one of the two men decided to join. The press conference should have started once his companion arrived, but journalists weren’t patient people.
“Mr. Todd! How does it feel to add another win to your belt and beat your own record?” A bright young man asked from the crowd, his glasses bouncing off his nose.
Jason laughed, pride taking up the entire room.
“I didn’t know there was any other option.” Jason leaned into the mic, giving a show of his arms crossed, muscles on the table in front of him.
You could practically hear the fans screaming through the camera as you sat a couple rows from the racer. You were surprised his ego didn’t push you off your seat when he arrived.
“Jason! There is talk that your contract is near its end and you are possibly thinking about changing teams, what are your thoughts?” A blonde woman asked two rows in front of you.
“I always think of my fans first, I want to carefully consider everything when I make that decision. Plus, I can’t deny how good I look in black.” Jason teasingly tilted his head.
A quiet scoff left your mouth.
It was now or never, you didn’t know how loud the room was going to get once the second racer arrived.
You raised your hand, standing up to talk face to face to Formula 1’s hottest driver, Jason Todd.
Well…face to face was pushing it, there were other reporters also trying to get their chance with the ever bright star.
But a press conference was a press conference, if you don’t make yourself known, you don’t get to ask any questions.
Once Jason’s focus landed on your standing form, he nodded at you, giving you permission to speak.
Returning the courtesy, you nodded your head.
“Gotham’s greatest has returned.” You smiled, notebook in hand, voice even.
“Please, no need for an introduction.” Jason chuckled, interrupting your sentence as the rest of the crowd laughed with him.
Charmer. You thought.
Patience has always been your virtue, too many people tested you in your line of work, but you could handle someone as spontaneous as Jason Todd.
“Not only do you have the skill, you have the money, and the team to back you up. You are engineered for success.” You explained.
Jason chuckled, charming smile broadening at the compliments.
“You have such a nice way with words.” He relayed through the microphone, projecting his husky voice throughout the room, gaining another laugh from the crowd.
“But your Chief Technical Officer is leaving this season, digging a huge hole in your team. His legacy changed the engineering of your vehicle because he introduced you to your legendary car. Putting you and your other driver, Roy Harper, in a position of possibly seeing your racing careers coming to an end as your CTO retires.”
“You do have a way with words.” Jason repeated, irritation pricking at his skin, but keeping that picture perfect smile for the camera. You smiled again, a tiny bit wider at his strain.
“In other words, your fans are wondering, if your car can’t be at it’s top shape, there’s only so much skill you can perfect before technology surpasses you and you can only see the rear wing of all your opponents.”
Ouch. Jason thought, smiling through your verbal jabs, but none of the amusement reflected in his eyes as he stared at you.
“What did you say your name was?” Jason sat up straighter, his tone lowering. He was used to mindlessly giving eye contact, giving that mind numbing attention that most people on the internet fawned over.
This time it was different, he focused in on the reporter standing not far from his seat, never lowering their eyes from him.
You smiled, slow and calm, basking in causing the change in the flirtatious F1 driver.
Now you had his attention.
“All legacies come to an end, Mr. Todd.” You continued, never answering his question. “Now that your CTO Elainey Usoro is confirmed to leave, will we be able to witness your legacy end in the upcoming season?”
“Aren’t you jumping the gun? Of course my name will continue to be recognized.” Jason scoffed.
“But will it be recognized as the star that lost its fame?” You nudged again.
Jason’s face went neutral, observing you. You stared back, not wavering in your eye contact, a calm diligence.
A tension blanketed the conference room.
Roy threw his arm around Jason’s shoulders in a friendly manner, leaning against his driving buddy as he also threw a flirtatious smile. His laid back demeanor cut up the tension filling the room, the reporters getting oddly quiet at the sudden back and forth of you and Jason, but saved by the second driver’s arrival.
Roy was as fashionably late as usual, throwing a kiss towards the management team on the side lines. His iconic bright hair covered in a backwards ball cap.
They erupted his name around you, as you stood above the crowd.
Roy waved his hand, playfully mimicking a royal princess addressing his loyal subjects as he kept his arm on Jason.
Despite the noise around you, Jason kept his look at you.
Once Roy was done getting in his crowd pleasing, he spoke.
“Sweetheart, just ‘cause Usoro is leaving doesn’t mean we get cars tossed in from the dump. The position will just be empty until the next season begins. I can promise you we aren’t taking off our uniforms any time soon. I look too good with the words ‘Red Bull’ across my abs.” Roy cheekily grinned, toothpick in between his teeth.
Roy Harper. You thought.
One coquettish athlete was one thing, but two had the potential to test you.
“I hope to see those results, Mr. Harper.” You calmly smiled. You glanced back to Jason. “Thank you for answering my questions, Mr. Todd.”
You sat back in your chair, your badge displaying your name and company around your neck. The symbol recognizable to Jason, but he had reset to his usual coy responses before he did anything about it.
And the press conference continued as usual, the fans loving Jason, interviewers taken with him. They tried to trip him up like you had, but no one had pricked him as much as you did.
——
The chair you sat in was uncomfortable.
Luxurious restaurants had the weirdest looking furniture, twisted in odd shapes to make it more appealing to the rich.
The mood lighting set low to create a kind of intimacy most fancy restaurants aimed for.
Jason sat across from you, waiting on his dinner for the night.
“Thank you for meeting me today, Mr. Todd. The place you chose is…quaint.” You eyed the indoor waterfall and the huge chandelier.
“You should have ordered something, this place is known for its seafood.” Jason smiled, crossing his arms across his chest.
A much too expensive watch on his wrist, in too expensive clothes, in a too expensive restaurant.
Your outfit was formal, you thought it fit the atmosphere of the restaurant and you were only here for business. The contrast of the two of you looked like a boss and his employee from afar. Awkward and not on the same level of pay.
The salary of Formula 1 drivers would make any person look plain next to them.
“I shouldn’t because we’re here to discuss about you.” You plainly said, posture straight.
Jason stared at you, the shadows on his face chiseling out his features more than usual. Casually leaning into his chair.
“So, tell me, Mr. Todd—“ You formally started.
“Call me Jason.” He leaned his arms on the table, more of his face coming into the light, his wrist watch glistening in the warm light.
He probably has his own personal jeweler that shines his watch everyday. You judged internally, your left eyebrow raising. A nonverbal “really?” unconsciously stemming onto your face.
Jason’s smile growing wider at your reaction.
“Well…Jason,” You awkwardly corrected, face going back to neutral. “Our interaction last week has gained…interest. I’ve been told that your management is interested in us discussing another interview, just the two of us?” You picked up your glass of water, gently sipping.
Jason was weirdly silent, watching intently at your moves and words.
“Tell me about yourself.” You continued, gently laying your cup on the glass table. Placing your notebook next to it and a simple pen. The plain stationary complimenting your equally plain outfit.
“Jason Todd, F1 driver, signed onto Red Bull, haven’t changed since.” Jason’s food arrived. “The podium is practically my home, the stuff everyone knows. You could quickly Google all of that.”
You stayed quiet, mindlessly writing his quotes in your notebook. Not much effort put in your handwriting.
“But no one is interested in that.” Jason took a bite, glancing back at you as you stopped writing.
“Why not?”
“Okay, ‘lil reporter, let’s be real for a second. The reason why the internet wanted us to meet again is because of how we interacted.” Jason continued to eat. “You have no interest in me, despite your line of work.”
You put your pen down. Really listening.
“I may not be interested in your career, but I do have a passion in what I do.” You defended yourself, tone firm.
“I’m familiar with your work.” His nonchalance apparent in the way Jason sat. His voice leveled, none of the familiar coquettish attitude in front of you. The real Jason was sitting there.
“You are?” You stammer in confusion. You hadn’t expect his shift in demeanor or that he knew about you.
“Duh, that’s why I tried asking for your name last week, but someone thought it was cute to ignore me.” Jason sipped on his water.
Your mouth formed into a firm line.
You knew that there had to be another person underneath all the on screen charisma, but you didn’t expect to meet him at this dinner that was set up. Hell, you even expected getting cancelled by all his hardcore fans the next morning after the press conference.
“Look, I wasn’t interested because everyone knows you. You rightfully made a name for yourself and I had chosen another athlete to interview that day, but it was scrapped because the ‘great’ Jason Todd, shining beloved driver, had made a comeback after you had flopped for a short while.” You breathed, catching your breath.
Jason stopped eating, watching you look at the notebook on the table, a single sentence written on the blank page.
“Ouch, lil’ reporter.” Jason looked up from his plate, his eyes sparkling at something interesting he’s heard.
“I wanted to interview a woman changing athletics, but I had to drop everything to meet you at a press conference you were twenty minutes late to. So, yeah, I wasn’t overjoyed to meet you that day. I’m sorry if I was rude, you weren’t the one who rejected my story.” You slightly huffed, the most emotion you’ve shown Jason.
“Now we’re getting somewhere.” Jason enthusiastically put down his fork. “Finally some honesty, I was questioning whether you were a robot.”
“Huh?” You had expected Jason to be mad.
“Bad things happen, but we were told to put this together. So, forget the sports stats, let’s show them something a lil’ different.” Jason smiled, a genuine smile that didn’t look at you any differently after you vented out your frustrations about him.
“Like what? Get to know the real you?” You flatly said. “Sounds kinda cheesy.”
“I love to talk about myself, so why not?” Jason shrugged his shoulders.
You sighed.
“Okay—okay, let’s start with—“
“No, no, no.” Jason interrupted you. “Not here, hell no.”
“You chose this place, I thought this was what you wanted.” You questioned.
“The company chose this, I don’t like seafood.” Jason replied, blankly staring at you.
“What?!” You nearly yelled, self-consciously looking at the other tables, nodding an apology.
Jason laughed, truly laughed.
“Are you free tomorrow?” He asked, smile reaching his eyes.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” You replied, lost in the development.
“Great, we’ll meet for dinner.”
——
You ended up outside of what appeared to be local restaurants, packed inside an outdoor lounge area, surrounded by furnished secan containers locking in the structure.
It was beautiful with the hanging string lights illuminating the seating area.
You looked in awe.
“You’re on time.” Jason’s voice rung on top of your head, behind you.
You turned around, surprised at the sudden silent appearance and the casual clothes he was in, no fancy watch, his clothes looked like normal department store ones, and his hair was messily down.
“Ten minutes late? That’s a new record.” You quipped.
“Ha!” Jason laughed. “I almost didn’t recognize you in casual clothes. You almost looked less robotic.”
Jason leaned down to give you a once over like he was evaluating your outfit.
“Quit it, I’m starving and whatever smell is coming from that side is changing my brain chemistry.”
Jason smiled, following behind as you led yourself by your nose.
“Holy shit.” You took a moment after your first bite.
“Woah, the robot cusses. What a scary lil’ reporter.” Jason teasingly shook his head, taking a bite after his teasing. “Holy fuck.”
“Right?!” You smiled, eyes squinting at your cheeks lifting.
Jason, lost in the food, chewed, taking in all the flavors.
“I could die in this moment and ask the paramedics to pass on my final wish, to thank the owner of the food truck over there.” You sipped your beer.
Jason stopped eating, pausing to look at you.
“What?” You questioned his stare.
“You actually have emotions.” Jason kept his face blank.
“Shut up, I would throw this at you if it didn’t change my taste buds.” You frowned.
Jason laughed. His shoulders shaking from the movement.
You noticed his smile was different. He had actual smile lines on his face, his eyebrows grew softer. It wasn’t the usual look he gave after his races.
“Is this what the incredible Jason Todd does when he isn’t wearing his Red Bull uniform?” You tried to casually prod into his life.
“How smooth,” Jason whistled, catching onto your nosiness. “I came here a lot with my brothers.”
“Wow, Wayne family lore.” You kept your eyes on your food, trying to deter the atmosphere away from the sad tone coming from Jason.
“Not the best history there.” Jason quietly spoke, picking at his food.
“A rich boy with family issues, I would have never guessed.” You smiled at him, playfully punching his shoulder. “I might be a reporter, but I respect boundaries. I don’t like the work of others that invade privacy for selfish reasons, bombard children of celebrities, and other awful reasons. So, trauma dump or not.” You smirked.
“Wow, lil’ reporter is all grown up.” Jason dramatically wiped the corner of his eye, wiping nonexistent tears.
“Never mind, I already know the title of the article.” You flatly said. “Rich, charismatic—“
“Aren’t you a charmer—“
“Pain in the ass, reckless, thorn in my side—“ You continued.
“Okay, alright, that’s enough, I get it.” Jason smiled, despite the harsh words.
You raised your left eyebrow, not fully convinced.
Jason used his thumb to rub your eyebrow back to its normal spot, you closed your eyes, moving your head away from his playful harsh rubs.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get there.” Jason reassured. “You’ll get my all my issues, the one time I was mugged, the reason why I don’t drink, and all my kinks.”
“What?!” You shrieked, Jason laughing at your reaction.
“I’m kidding, I was never mugged.”
You threw your dirty napkin at Jason.
——
After the fulfilling dinner, you got Jason’s number, set another date for a lunch, and you were happy.
It had been a while since you had time to enjoy a meal, no work blurring into your off time.
You could never admit to Jason that these meals felt like dinners with friends, not work at all.
Jason had suggested that you choose a spot. You decided on ice cream, not a lunch spot or a decent meal to talk over, but he didn’t complain.
You sent a location to him for a spot near the harbor.
You met each other, the weather getting colder after the F1 season was over and the new norm of adding a jacket to your daily clothing.
It felt idiotic to get ice cream in cold weather, but it was too late to change now.
Jason came five minutes late this time.
“You’re getting better!” You yelled between your cold hands. “Almost brought a smile to my face!”
You fought a smile as you saw Jason jog to your waiting spot.
“I couldn’t let my lil’ reporter wait too long in this cold weather.” Jason’s breaths fogged around him as he caught his breath. Teasing your cheeks into a slight blush, but maybe that was the cold weather.
You put your hands back into your pockets, trying to keep any warmth in them.
“Let’s go, before the ice cream melts.” You joked, walking away from Jason.
“Why ice cream?” He questioned, catching up to your side.
“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “Don’t you get those cravings for hot chocolate in summer and ice cream in winter?”
“No, only robots think that.” Jason smiled.
You swung to punch his shoulder. Jason didn’t even bother dodging, taking the hit with the biggest grin on his face.
“I’m glad this isn’t a live interview again because if I wasn’t cancelled for giving attitude to you at the press conference, then your fangirls and boys would berate me after this.” You spoke, ears red.
“They wouldn’t do that. They just love trying to get me in as many love scandals as possible.” Jason rubbed the edge of your ear with his fingers, they felt warm to the touch. “Been a running joke for a while. Last week they thought I was dating a valet guy and previously they thought it was a some lady at the auto shop.”
“Does that explain the edits of you with some taco stand guy?” You smirked.
“Aw, you looked me up.” Jason cooed.
“Alright, that’s enough.” You laughed as you walked into the ice cream parlor. The two of you walking in and a pair of teenagers sat alone in the shop.
“One scoop of strawberry please.” You asked the teen worker, you looked at Jason, silently asking for his order.
He raised an eyebrow.
“Oh? Do I get the pleasure of you treating me to ice cream?” He teased.
“Just order.” You told him, feigning frustration.
“Banana split please.” Jason excitedly told the worker.
“Wow, really taking advantage of me.” You pulled out your card.
Jason pulled out a twenty dollar bill from his wallet, placing it in the tip jar.
You smiled to yourself.
As you sat with your sweet treats, Jason was devouring the ice cream.
“Y’know, now I get why you get this craving.” Jason scooped another bite in his mouth.
“No more robot talk from now on.” You eyed him.
“Sorry about that. I just wanted you to act like yourself. You look better like that.” Jason mindlessly played with the left over ice cream at the bottom of his plastic tray, a small smile forming on his face. “People getting angry at me turns me on.” Jason smirked, his coquettish personality coming back, but it didn’t annoy you as much as it did before.
You choked on your ice cream, the realization to his words in your eyes. You looked back at the other teenagers in the shop, they were in their own world, not paying attention to you.
“Relax, they don’t care about us.” Jason laughed.
You glanced back at him, weighing the thoughts on your next words.
“I bet my praise would be more effective.” You scooped your last bit of ice cream, finishing it.
Jason’s laughed boomed in front of you. He was smiling like a little kid, it lightened your heart.
“I never know what comes out of that pretty mouth.” He couldn’t stop laughing.
Your ears reddened at his words.
You nervously played with your spoon.
Words. Yes, they were just words. No need to overreact.
“Wanna walk by the harbor? I think I need to walk off all this sugar.” You asked Jason, getting up to throw away your empty cup.
The air outside was freezing, but your ears burned.
———He looks at you, his expression a mix of frustration and desperation. “It meant something to me,” he continues, his voice rougher than before. “Hell, it meant everything to me. I gave you all of me, and you just discarded it like it was nothing.” ———
see, dilfs have experience. they're not gonna fuck around and leave you unsatisfied. they've been with other lovers, they know how shit works, they've got a golf date with their other dilf buddies that they gotta get to so you're gonna have an orgasm in five minutes flat or he's gonna hate himself.
the other side of that coin is that he's got all the time in the world. maybe he's tired and world weary and just wants to be taken care of. maybe he lets you ride him to kingdom come and gives you as many creampies as you want because he had a vasectomy after his last divorce to save money on child support in future relationships.
“Don’t let the pieces fall on the carpet.” Jason mutters. He’s leaning back against the couch, with you sitting between his legs on the floor. His arms wrapped around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder as you work on the new Lego set he bought the two of you.
“I’m not.” You huff, trying to focus as you worked on putting two pieces together. “Mind your business.” You add, though there was no real bite in your tone. Jason snorts, giving your shoulder a playful bite in response to your huff. “You know I always want to be all up in your business.” He teases, his arm tightening around your waist. He presses a light kiss to your neck. “I’m just making sure you don’t let any pieces go to waste.” He says against your skin.
“We need all these pieces or the car won’t be right, goofball.” He rolls his eyes, but it’s almost affectionate. “Yeah, yeah. Can’t have my girl putting together a half-assed Lego car.”
Jason watches over your shoulder as you focus on building, choosing to ignore his sentence. His hands rest on your hips, mindlessly kneading the soft flesh underneath your shirt. He offers suggestions and guidance as you assemble the pieces, unwanted, but, appreciated nonetheless. Every now and then, he mutters praise and compliments into your ear, enjoying the moment of domesticity, which he rarely gets to appreciate anymore.
“You’re doing great,” he whispers, his voice a low rumble in your ear. “I like watching you work, beautiful.”
“Should I buy the Star Wars Lego set next?” You murmur absentmindedly, your hands working diligently on the Legos. Jason’s eyes instantly light up like fireworks. “Oh hell yeah,” he says, his enthusiasm evident in his tone and the way his fingers squeeze at your hips. “Those sets are badass. We could build the Millennium Falcon or the Death Star. Or the Jedi Starfighter. Wait, no, the AT-AT Walker."
You couldn’t help but giggle as he listed off sets, shaking your head softly. He grins, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “Your laugh is adorable.” He murmurs, pressing another soft kiss to your skin.
"And you're going to buy us the biggest, coolest Star Wars Lego set you can find. We're going to build a whole damn universe."
“We’re gonna have so much fun.” You giggle, feeding into his excitement. It was rare for you to see Jason so relaxed and excited about something, all you wanted to do was keep that smile on his face. You’d walk through the deepest pits in hell to keep him smiling.
“I have no doubt about that.” He replies, his hand wrapping around your waist, his palm splayed out on your stomach. "Building Legos, watching old movies, eating shitty pizza, and spending hours tangled up together. Sounds like my idea of heaven." He pulls you closer to him, pressing his chest against your back. "Can you imagine it already? Us, surrounded by a pile of Legos, trying to figure out which piece goes where. Hours passing by without us realizing it because we're so lost in each other's company." He has that dreamy look in his eyes, the one that reminds you that no matter how hard the world tries to harden him, to make him bitter, that he’s still that same lost boy who craves a little bit of love.
“You’re so dorky.” You laugh softly. Jason chuckles, the sound low in his chest. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, babe." He leans in, pressing a trail of soft kisses along your jawline. "You know you love my dorky side. After all," he continues, his lips moving down to your neck, "it's the dork who puts together the best Lego sets in town. And the dork who knows how to make you giggle and moan." His hands slide under the hem of your shirt, his touch warm and possessive against your skin. "And the dork who's gonna show you how much he appreciates you when we're finally done with this car."
“Stop it.” You say playfully, giggling at his touch, your mind slowly getting distracted from the car. Jason chuckles, his lips moving back up to your ear. "Not a chance, beautiful," he mumbles, his voice a sultry whisper. "You know I love making you laugh. And I really, really love it when I can hear all the noises you make when I have you all to myself."
soft kisses tickle your back his lips pampering your skin with affection. this earned a giggle from your lips, as you attempted to finish an assignment. your deadline was in a few hours and you were almost done you could feel it, it just needed… something more.
jason had noticed the writer's block that plagued you, you'd been writing this paper for days and you just couldn't finish it. he knew that look when you were just stuck. almost as if you were stuck in the mud but falling quicker and quicker like it was quicksand. it was easy to tell how much the assignment agitated you but he didn't even know what the topic was so how much help could he be?
his calloused hands wrap around your waist and pull you onto his lap, his body engulfing yours. a whiff of jason's cologne found its way to your nose, practically giving you the go to relax yourself on your boyfriend.
"jay i need to finish this-"
"no sweetheart, you need to relax, ok? you can finish this assignment when you're this tense"
you sigh and rest your hand on his chest and look up at him with a weak smile. be was right, you couldn't do this when you're so fixated on it. you need it to come to you . "i know i know, it's just that i know what to say but not how to say it, and ita freaking nw out cause it's due tonight jay, and-"
"hwy hwy aloq down and relax, okay? i'll stay here with you and we'll get this done together okay? if there's anything i know about you, it's that you stress yourself out way too much- please don't take that as an insult baby"
you knew jason was only trying to be of help and it was working. jason knew you too well, he could spot from a mile away when you were overworking yourself or psyching yourself out. old habits really do die hard i guess. but there was something about the way he went about this. maybe it is about the way he held you. about the way he kisses the tips of your shoulders. about the way, he squeezes you just to hear your infectious laugh.
there was something special about jason todd & that was only another reminder about why you loved him.
