request: could you write something about going to a parking lot date with jason during his robin era?
type: fluff, slight hint of angst toward the end
"Hey, um, I'm sorry this isn't exactly an ideal date." Jason mumbled, eyes fixated on the rubbly parking lot ahead of him.
To be completely honest, he wasn't exactly wrong. Well - on the whole 'ideal' side of things. Ideal being not sat outside a drive thru on his motorcycle, not exactly built for seating two facing one another, in a secluded yet somewhat noisy area of Gotham.
But who decided what was considered ideal or not?
That was the moment you were able to almost examine him, taking in every slight moment you had to take in his features. After all: You never knew how long you had until ‘duty called’.
The robin suit, slightly torn at this point, clad his solid chest. Being only in his teenage years, his build was more than admirable. His jaw was unclenched yet tight, sharply outlining his face shape. His heterochromia irises were a deep blue, fading to green at the pupils in the dull light. They mesmerisingly contrasted with his recently-dyed black mop of hair, light curls dusting his forehead like moisture on a flower petal.
It was hard to believe he was yours.
As if Jason had sensed your eyes on him, which he probably did, he turned to meet you. Grin crawling up on his face, he held his hand up and left it hovering above your skin. All you could feel was the surprisingly warm heat, that you had became accustomed to from him, that radiated off his palm as he gave his form of asking for consent.
His hand brushed against your jaw, cupping it as his thumb ran across your skin after you gave a slight nod to let him know it was okay. No matter how many times he had kissed you, or came into contact in any way, he always asked for permission. A cute gesture for his character, really.
The before wrapper paper in his hand now crumpled to a ball, Jason let it fall to the ground near his wheels as all his attention was now on you.
Reaching out to take hold of his other hand, that had been rested on his kneecap, you turned fully to focus on him.
“It’s more than ideal, Jay,” You replied. “Anywhere I’m with you is a dream come true, and you know that.”
He chuckled at the finger you had pointed at him with your free hand, which was quickly taken by his own, previously on your jaw. The lack of touch was longing for a short while, however replaced with the sensation of his hands on yours.
Holding hands with Jason was a feeling you’d never get over. It sounded stupid, really. Childish. But it meant the world to you both.
Your hands acted as a sort of reminder that you were there, for Jason. And, to you, that he was safe.
It was an unspoken kind of thing that went a long way, to say the least.
“I love you,” His eyes were now completely on your own. “You know that, right?”
You let your fingertips brush over his warm skin. “Of course I do. And I love you too, Todd. More than anything.”
As he leaned forward, capturing you in a deep kiss, all you could consider was the fact that he was there with you.
And, right there in that small Gotham parking lot-as the sirens blared in the distance and the wind howled in synchronisation, you realised that Jason Todd was all you had ever needed.
Of course, the thought had always been there, however never expressed to yourself.
And the feelings were more than reciprocated in the completely mutual aspect. A relieving thought, at that.
Even though you were dating the Robin, magnificent sidekick of Batman himself, everything seemed ideal in the instant. As if nothing could ever go wrong.
Oh, how little did you know…
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