“I really should stop drinking.”
Jason grumbled after being confronted with his own marriage certificate. You hit him in the chest with a glare and said,
“Now isn't the time to be funny, bird brain!”
Jason rubbed his chest almost absentmindedly. He immediately went onto damage control. His headache was killing him and he barely registered the pain when his eyes noticed that he had married you, his best friend and now spouse. Jason took your hands in his and admired the ring. It fits you perfectly and he was impressed he picked it out after drinking himself into oblivion with you matching his every drink. He said,
“Calm down! We can get divorced if you want!”
You looked momentarily startled by his callused hand tenderly holding yours to look at the ring that he put on your finger last night. The surprise faded into anger. You scowled and retorted with a low hiss,
“Or I could kill you and collect your life insurance.”
Jason snorted as if the idea of you killing him was hilarious and not a serious threat. He rolled his eyes when he noticed how frantic your breathing was becoming and squeezed your hands in reassurance. His sarcastic response almost made you laugh,
“You know that I don’t stay dead, babe.”
You looked helplessly at the piece of paper, at Bruce, and then at the rest of the heroes at the party. You blinked at the gathered heroes who were all staring at you and finally turned your eyes to Jason.
Jason. Your husband, best friend, and the only one who could make you laugh when you wanted to punt him into the sun and maybe make Bizzarro play fetch with his corpse.
You shook your head in disbelief as you stared at Jason. Was there seriously anyone else you would rather marry? You decided not really. Maybe this marriage was for the best, and he specified that he’d get divorced because of your emotions and smiled like it didn’t break his heart.
“We don’t have to get divorced…”
You murmured as your eyes darted away. You were scared to look at Jason’s expression, but you felt him go completely still. After what felt like forever, Jason breathed a slow sigh of relief before he dragged you into an embrace. You both ignored the drunk wolf whistles and instead wrapped your arms tightly around your husband. His face buried you into your neck and he placed smooth kisses along your neck.
“I will propose to you properly someday, but we are going to date and I’m going to make you fall in love with me first.”
Jason tried to sound confident, but you heard the nervousness under his normally cocky and confident voice. His eyes stared at you like you meant the world to him. You caressed his cheek and gave him a smile that calmed his anxiety. You gently pulled him into a kiss and cuddled into Jason.
You kissed Jason like you already loved him and you were just waiting for him to catch up.
Jason’s heavy arms wrapped around your waist almost timidly. You both felt all of the eyes on you, but neither of you cared any more. All that mattered was your lips dancing with his own. His arms drew you flush against him for the first time. Your arms wrapped smoothly around his neck and your hands began to play with the hair that you could reach. You cuddled into Jason and smiled fondly.
“I love you.”
Jason whispered in your ear in a hoarse voice. The kiss left him breathless. It shattered him and remade him simultaneously. A smile crept onto your face and he quickly mirrored the expression. His hands moved up to cup your jaw and dragged you into another kiss like he couldn’t get enough now that he’s had a taste.
There were more drunk wolf whistles and someone took a photo with the flash on while you leaned into his slightly shaking hands.
You screamed against his lips when he lifted you up. The angle of the kiss was hurting his neck, so he sat you on the nearest table and stepped in the space between your slightly spread open legs. His body hid you from the eyes of everybody staring.
Jason finally pulled away and sighed softly. You hooked your ankles around the back of his thighs peacefully while his hands massaged your hips slowly. His hands were warm and comforting on your hips, heavy and rough but perfect and familiar.
You pulled away from his kiss and whispered so quiet that only he could hear,
“I wouldn’t want to marry anyone else, bird brain.”
Jason almost cried. His hands squeezed your hips before they relaxed. You meant every word, and he knew it. He responded just as quietly,
“I don’t even remember my vows to you, but I will spend the rest of my life proving to you that this wasn’t a mistake.”
You gave Jason a lovesick smile until Roy stumbled up to you, swung an arm around you loosely, and slurred,
“I recorded the vows, you sappy bastards. I thought you were going to puke on him and wanted to put it on Instagram if you did.”
You snickered immediately while Jason punched his shoulder. Jason tried to look upset, but Roy had already sent the shaky video and Jason couldn’t find it in him to feel angry. While the intentions were awful, it felt like a gift and almost like fate that he brought Roy along to act as the witness. Roy was only slightly less drunk yet it made all the difference.
“I hate you so much.”
Jason grumbled at Roy when he made fake kissing noises. You only laughed louder and leaned onto Jason’s shoulder. Roy left after that like he didn’t unleash chaos and ruin the gathering while you wheezed against Jason’s chest.
Dick looked like he was going to be sick, Tim looked like he would rather be anywhere else, Cass was watching with an unnatural stillness, and Damian fake gagged with a deadpan expression while Bruce looked down at the marriage certificate that he found when hacking into a government website (don’t ask, he won’t answer). You gave Jason a quick kiss and said,
“You’ve gone soft, Hood.”
Jason’s head dropped onto your shoulder and groaned when you shook with laughter. You loved Jason and he loved you more than he could have ever thought possible.
