Since Lee has infected me with Jaime x Jason brainrot, I have come back with a small fluffy piece of Jaime patching Jason up:
Jaime had barely settled in for the night when the knock on his door sent a ripple of unease through him. It was Jasonāhe could tell from the rhythm of the knockābut there was something different about it tonight, softer, almost hesitant. When Jaime opened the door, his heart stuttered.
Jason stood there, battered and bruised, his red helmet clutched under one arm, his leather jacket torn in several places, and his hands bloodied. The normally unbreakable Red Hood looked worn, his usual sharpness dulled by exhaustion and pain.
āHey, Blue,ā Jason rasped, forcing a smirk despite the clear strain. āRan into a bit of trouble.ā
āĀ”Dios mĆo, Jason!ā Jaimeās voice trembled with concern as he closed the distance between them, his arms instinctively wrapping around Jasonās waist to steady him. āWhat happened? You lookāā His voice caught in his throat as he took in the full extent of Jasonās injuries. āYou look like you went through hell.ā
Jasonās attempt at a grin faltered, replaced by a weary shrug. āNothing I couldnāt handle, cariƱo. Just another night in Gotham.ā
Jaimeās brow furrowed as he helped Jason inside, the warmth of the apartment quickly replacing the cold Gotham night. āNo mĆ”s excusas, amor. Youāre letting me take care of this. Come on.ā His voice held a softness that Jason could never resist, even when he was stubborn enough to pretend he didnāt need help.
Guiding Jason towards the bathroom, Jaime kept an arm securely around his waist. The weight of Jasonās injuries seemed heavier than usual tonight, like it wasnāt just his body that was battered, but something deeper. As they reached the bright light of the bathroom, the full extent of Jasonās bruises and cuts became heartbreakingly clearādark purple swelling beneath his ribs, a fresh gash across his eyebrow, and more scars forming from what must have been a brutal patrol.
Jaime turned on the faucet, letting warm water flow into the tub, its soft hiss filling the room. āSit down, por favor. Youāre a mess, and Iām not letting you get away without a proper bath.ā His voice was gentle but resolute, a mixture of worry and tenderness threaded through every word. As Jason sat on the edge of the tub, Jaime kneeled beside him, unfastening the buckles of his torn jacket and peeling it away from his body with care.
Jason winced as the leather slid off his bruised shoulders, but he stayed quiet, watching Jaime with an unreadable expression. āYou donāt have to do all this,ā he muttered, though the usual bite in his words was softened by something warmer. āIām not that fragile.ā
Jaimeās hands paused, his eyes meeting Jasonās with a softness that made Jasonās breath hitch. āYou may not be fragile, but youāre mine. And I worry about you, corazón,ā he murmured, brushing a thumb lightly over Jasonās jaw before turning back to the task at hand. āI canāt just stand by when you come to me looking like this.ā
The warm water continued to rise, filling the room with the scent of lavender, an oil Jaime had poured in despite knowing Jason would poke fun at it later. As the tub filled, Jaime helped Jason ease out of the rest of his suit, his movements tender and deliberate, careful not to aggravate any of his wounds.
āLavender?ā Jason arched an eyebrow, his lips twitching with the hint of a smirk. āReally, Blue?ā
Jaime chuckled softly, his fingers brushing lightly over a particularly dark bruise. āSĆ. You need it. Itāll help you relax. Besides,ā he added, a playful lilt in his voice, āI like when you smell nice.ā
A genuine smile tugged at Jasonās lips, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. āYou spoil me, you know that?ā
Jaime dipped a cloth into the warm water, wringing it out before gently running it over Jasonās bruised skin. āAlguien tiene que hacerlo. You wonāt take care of yourself,ā he said softly, though the playful reprimand was laced with affection. His touch was featherlight, wiping away the grime and blood of the night with care, as though he could somehow wash away all of Jasonās pain.
Jason closed his eyes, a sigh escaping his lips as he leaned back, letting the warmth of the bath and the comfort of Jaimeās touch soothe him. āI donāt deserve you,ā he mumbled under his breath, the vulnerability in his voice cutting through the air like a whisper of something fragile.
āShh,ā Jaime responded, his fingers threading through Jasonās damp hair, massaging his scalp with soft, rhythmic strokes. āDonāt say that. Eres mi vida, Jason. You deserve every bit of care I give you.ā His voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Jasonās temple. āYouāve been fighting for so long, but you donāt have to fight me, Āæentiendes?ā
Jasonās hand found Jaimeās, his thumb brushing over the knuckles as his heart swelled with a quiet ache he didnāt know how to put into words. āIām trying,ā he murmured, his voice barely audible. āI just⦠Iām not used to this.ā
Jaimeās smile was soft, almost sad, as he continued tending to the bruises on Jasonās chest, his hands moving with the practiced ease of someone who had done this many times before. āYou donāt have to be used to it yet. Just let me take care of you.ā
As Jaime worked, Jason felt the weight of the night gradually lift from his chest. The bruises and cuts still stung, but they felt lighter now, as though Jaimeās touch had smoothed over the edges of his pain. His body relaxed under the soothing warmth of the water, the scent of lavender wrapping around him like a cocoon.
āYou know,ā Jason said quietly after a few moments, his voice softened by the drowsy comfort of the bath, āI always thought I didnāt need thisāsomeone to patch me up, someone who worries.ā He opened his eyes, looking at Jaime with a rare vulnerability. āBut you⦠you make it hard not to want it.ā
Jaimeās heart fluttered at the words, his chest tightening with a mixture of love and tenderness. He leaned forward, cupping Jasonās cheek in his hand as he pressed a kiss to his lipsāgentle, slow, and full of quiet promises. āThatās because you do need it, Jay. And Iām here.ā
Jasonās eyes fluttered shut, a sigh escaping his lips as he melted into the kiss, his hand resting on Jaimeās, grounding himself in the warmth of his touch. āLucky me, huh?ā he whispered, a small smile tugging at his lips. āIāve got the best guy looking out for me.ā
āYouāre not wrong,ā Jaime teased softly, brushing his thumb over Jasonās cheekbone before pulling back slightly. āBut next time, try not to make me worry so much, yeah?ā
Jason chuckled, the sound low and soft as it reverberated through his chest. āIāll try, bebĆ©. No promises, but Iāll try.ā
Satisfied with that, Jaime helped him out of the tub, wrapping him in a towel before guiding him to bed. As Jason sank into the mattress, Jaime slipped in beside him, curling into his side, his head resting on Jasonās chest. Jasonās arms instinctively wrapped around him, holding him close as his thumb idly stroked Jaimeās back.
āTe quiero, Jaime,ā Jason whispered into the quiet, his voice filled with a rare, unguarded warmth.
Jaime smiled against his chest, pressing a soft kiss to Jasonās skin. āTe quiero tambiĆ©n, Jay. Now rest, mi amor. Youāre safe.ā
And as the night settled around them, Jason let himself finally believe itāsafe, in Jaimeās arms, where the world and its weight couldnāt touch him.