𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a rainy day forces you and jason to stay inside. you obviously spend it cuddling and kissing on the couch
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: domesticity!! fluff, jason is very much in love
<𝟑: part of the 1k event! ty for requesting jacy ilysm loml :), 500 words
Rainy days in Gotham have the ability to transform the apartment where you and Jason live. The light is soft and grey— almost shy. It filters into the living room until everything feels dimmer, giving it that washed-out look.
Jason isn’t the biggest fan of rainy days. Or well, wasn't.
The kettle is hissing in the kitchen while you hum a popular song. Jason steps into the kitchen, slowly wrapping his arms around you from behind.
You laugh. “Someone’s feeling clingy today.”
He mumbles something, his lips pressed against the crook of your neck, sending tingles through your body. “This is about to be…” The kettle whistles loudly. "done!"
Jason picks it up before you can, slowly pouring the water into two colourful mugs. He’ll never say it aloud, but he loves those ugly things. It was one of your first dates as an official couple, when you took him to a flea market, and there they were. Bright, ugly odd patterns, and uneven surface.
The two of you slowly move toward the couch. You set down your mug while Jason takes a sip.
He sets down his mug as you inch even closer to him. “You won’t believe what I heard about Marcy in 2B.”
You perk up immediately. “Is this good gossip or life-ruining gossip?”
“Depends,” he says, trying to suppress a smile.
“Jason,” you say sternly. Or well, as sternly as you can manage.
“Remember the guy who kept stealing everyone’s packages?”
Your eyes widen. “The one with the suspiciously tiny dog?”
“That’s the one.”
“What about him?”
This time, Jason does smile. “Turns out the dog wasn’t his.”
You gasp dramatically, a hand flying to your chest. “No.”
“Yeah.”
“Jason Todd, don’t ‘yeah’ me. Elaborate.”
He chuckles. “Apparently the dog’s actual owner put flyers up around the building. Marcy recognized him from the security footage.”
You stare at him in disbelief. “I’ve never been more invested in strangers’ lives.”
He rolls his eyes. “You know all their names.”
“Duh, because we’re neighbors.”
“You made banana bread for the lady in 5A because her ficus died.”
“She was grieving.”
“It was a plant,” he deadpans.
“Plants are living things too, you know?”
He laughs and kisses you. You giggle between kisses, sneaking your hand under his hoodie until your palm is in direct contact with his skin.
Jason gets unusually quiet while watching the rain tapping softly on the window, your hand still touching his skin but he doesn’t make an attempt at moving.
“What are you thinking?” You ask softly.
He shrugs. "I used to hate days like this."
"Why?"
"No patrol." A small pause. "Too much time to think."
You don't respond, simply listen with your full attention.
Jason looks at you, a tiny smile gracing his lips. "Guess they're not so bad anymore."
He swiftly grabs your hips and straddles you on top of him. You smile and lean down again. Jason is exactly where he wants to be.
